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Why am I even writing these (i revised the story a bit, so the story below differs from the pdf, sorry)
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Sergeant James Wang was part of a US Marine tank crew deployed in China to assist the local resistance against the oppressive regime. He had seen enough of war and violence, and he longed for some peace and quiet. One day, his M10 was hit by an ATGM, and he barely managed to escape before another warhead slammed into the turret, missing him by mere inches. He found himself alone and wounded in a remote area, surrounded by ancient ruins.
He decided to look for a place to hide and rest, hoping that someone would find him soon. He stumbled upon a large temple, partially buried under the rubble. He entered through an archway that could’ve held a door, and was amazed by the sight of colorful murals and statues depicting dragons and other mythical creatures. He felt a strange attraction to the place, as if it was calling him.
He explored the temple, looking for anything useful or interesting. He came across a hidden chamber, where he saw a large wooden chest, decorated with solid gold markings, and studded with precious stones. He opened it, curious to see what was inside. To his surprise, he found a- some sort of suit? of a Chinese dragon, complete with horns, scales, wings, and a long tail. It looked very realistic and detailed, as if it was made from real dragon skin and bones.
He felt an inexplicable urge to touch it, to feel its texture and warmth. He reached out his hand, and as soon as he touched the costume, he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. He gasped, and pulled back his hand. He heard a voice in his head, speaking in fluent English.
"Hello, human. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
James was shocked and terrified. He looked around, but saw no one else in the chamber. The voice came from the costume.
"Who are you? What are you?" he asked.
"I am Shenlong, the spirit of the dragon. I am the guardian of this temple, and the protector of this land. I have been trapped in this costume for centuries, ever since the evil emperor cursed me and stole my power. You are the first one to touch me since then. You are the chosen one."
"Chosen one? What do you mean?" James asked.
"You are the one who can free me from this curse, and restore my true form. You are the one who can bond with me, and become my host."
"Host? Bond? What are you talking about?" James asked.
"I need you to wear me, human. I need you to put on this costume, and let me merge with your body and soul. Only then can I break the curse, and regain my power. Only then can we become one."
James felt a mix of fear and curiosity. He didn't know if he could trust this voice, or if it was some kind of trap or trick. But he also felt a strange connection to the dragon spirit, as if they were meant to be together.
He looked at the costume again, and felt a strong desire to wear it, to feel its embrace, to become something more than human.
He hesitated for a moment, then made his decision.
He took off his clothes, wincing in the cold, and edged his limbs into the suit. The suit wiggled, protesting a little as the tall marine squeezed his way into the suit, the plushy innards wiggling, as if in anticipation. As soon as James put on the costume, he felt a surge of energy and warmth fill his body. He felt the costume adjust to his size and shape, fitting him perfectly. He also felt the presence of Shenlong in his mind, a presence that was gentle and wise, but also fierce and proud. He heard the dragon spirit speak to him again.
"Welcome, human. Welcome to your new life. You have done well. You have freed me from the curse, and restored my true form. You have also given me a gift, a gift that I have not had for a long time. A friend."
"Friend?" James asked.
"Yes, friend. You and I are now bonded, human. We share a body and a soul. We are one. We are partners. We are friends."
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Sergeant James Wang was part of a US Marine tank crew deployed in China to assist the local resistance against the oppressive regime. He had seen enough of war and violence, and he longed for some peace and quiet. One day, his M10 was hit by an ATGM, and he barely managed to escape before another warhead slammed into the turret, missing him by mere inches. He found himself alone and wounded in a remote area, surrounded by ancient ruins.
He decided to look for a place to hide and rest, hoping that someone would find him soon. He stumbled upon a large temple, partially buried under the rubble. He entered through an archway that could’ve held a door, and was amazed by the sight of colorful murals and statues depicting dragons and other mythical creatures. He felt a strange attraction to the place, as if it was calling him.
He explored the temple, looking for anything useful or interesting. He came across a hidden chamber, where he saw a large wooden chest, decorated with solid gold markings, and studded with precious stones. He opened it, curious to see what was inside. To his surprise, he found a- some sort of suit? of a Chinese dragon, complete with horns, scales, wings, and a long tail. It looked very realistic and detailed, as if it was made from real dragon skin and bones.
He felt an inexplicable urge to touch it, to feel its texture and warmth. He reached out his hand, and as soon as he touched the costume, he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. He gasped, and pulled back his hand. He heard a voice in his head, speaking in fluent English.
"Hello, human. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
James was shocked and terrified. He looked around, but saw no one else in the chamber. The voice came from the costume.
"Who are you? What are you?" he asked.
"I am Shenlong, the spirit of the dragon. I am the guardian of this temple, and the protector of this land. I have been trapped in this costume for centuries, ever since the evil emperor cursed me and stole my power. You are the first one to touch me since then. You are the chosen one."
"Chosen one? What do you mean?" James asked.
"You are the one who can free me from this curse, and restore my true form. You are the one who can bond with me, and become my host."
"Host? Bond? What are you talking about?" James asked.
"I need you to wear me, human. I need you to put on this costume, and let me merge with your body and soul. Only then can I break the curse, and regain my power. Only then can we become one."
James felt a mix of fear and curiosity. He didn't know if he could trust this voice, or if it was some kind of trap or trick. But he also felt a strange connection to the dragon spirit, as if they were meant to be together.
He looked at the costume again, and felt a strong desire to wear it, to feel its embrace, to become something more than human.
He hesitated for a moment, then made his decision.
He took off his clothes, wincing in the cold, and edged his limbs into the suit. The suit wiggled, protesting a little as the tall marine squeezed his way into the suit, the plushy innards wiggling, as if in anticipation. As soon as James put on the costume, he felt a surge of energy and warmth fill his body. He felt the costume adjust to his size and shape, fitting him perfectly. He also felt the presence of Shenlong in his mind, a presence that was gentle and wise, but also fierce and proud. He heard the dragon spirit speak to him again.
"Welcome, human. Welcome to your new life. You have done well. You have freed me from the curse, and restored my true form. You have also given me a gift, a gift that I have not had for a long time. A friend."
"Friend?" James asked.
"Yes, friend. You and I are now bonded, human. We share a body and a soul. We are one. We are partners. We are friends."
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