The Piggyback Acorn (Chapter 1-4)

Hero AcquisitionWoodberry dips through a light forest, huffing with every inconsistent beat of her wings.
WOODBERRY: "Oof! Good thing I didn't take a bite out of you earlier! I would've been too full to fly back home." NUGGET: "I apologize for being so cumbersome." WOODBERRY: "It's fine. I've got to lose a few anyway. Ah! Finally! Look over there! It's a big'un, all by himself!” ACORN:"Hm?" WOODBERRY: "Leave this to me!"
She flutters toward a sweaty, half-naked human taking sluggish footsteps through a thicket.
WOODBERRY:"S'cuse me! Hi!"
The man's head darts upward, looking in all directions. He pulls a heavy, two-sided axe from a strap around his back so hurriedly, it almost flies from his hands.

WOODBERRY:"Yes, you!"
Fixing his gaze on the Faerie, the man's eyes widen. He grips his axe even tighter. Glowing dust falls from Woodberry's wings as she stabilizes herself in mid-air.

MAN: "…

The Piggyback Acorn (Chapter 1-3)

WoodberryA circular lid is pulled from our field of vision, revealing a blinding light. A gigantic figure appears, out of focus, leaning towards us. Its voice is like an earthquake.

GIANT: "Whaaaaaaaaa!!! There's a prize inside!"
We reach out with our will, attempting to speak.
???: "...Inside... what...?" GIANT: "Omigosh, are you a spirit? I love you guys!" ???: "...Where... am I?" GIANT: "Inside an ACORN, of course! I almost ate your house - sorry about that!"
The sound of wet leaves shuffling. 
GIANT: "...Hey, could you hold on for a sec? My mouth is watering, and there's a ripe plumper right over there that's begging to have some teeth sunk into it. Be right back!" 
The Giant moves out of view. Shafts and sparkles of light dance between distant trees. It seems we're looking upward. Nearby, we hear a startling pop. The thunderous monster returns into view.
GIANT: "No prize in this one. Only juicy, savory meat.&…

The Piggyback Acorn (Chapter 1-2)

Name Entry A stained, curled sheet of parchment rests next to an inkwell and feather pen. Nearby, a set of candles melt wax on to a wooden table top. At this time, the audience would be asked to enter some information:

QUESTION 1: Please share your first name. QUESTION 2: What is your age? QUESTION 3: If fate conspired to birth you thus, would you be a Righteous King, or a Benevolent Queen?
The Reader answers these questions in a manner of their choosing. 
NARRATION:Is this information true?
In this version of our story, the information written is: King Innocente Betthencourt, age 19. When the Reader verifies their entry, the light of the candle fades away, leaving only a wisp of smoke. 
Then, we hear the sound of bells ringing from a distant tower... The Recurring VisionThe silhouettes of cathedrals, mansions, and castles rest on a hill overlooking a vast city. One evening, from a great height, it appears that half the buildings are being devoured by flames. Deep plumes of smoke glow red, …

The Piggyback Acorn (Chapter 1-1)

A Hero’s Welcome
A brawny man named Q’UONAN hunches under a partially uprooted tree on a hill. Around his waist is a loincloth which fails to cover his tattered nethergarments. His wrists, ankles and biceps are wrapped with leather straps. An open pack of travel supplies is laid out before him, like a picnic. The nearby grass alternates between overgrown and shredded, as if livestock has been feeding on it. One javelin’s throw away, a tangled network of buildings grow horizontally from a single hut, like vines sprouting from a potato that’s been left in a box for too long.
CHARLIE, a short, older man wearing a dirty apron, limps toward Q’uonan. He raises an arm while continuing his lazy march.
CHARLIE:“Morning! You stole my breakfast spot! Mind if I join you there in the shade?”
Realizing that someone is speaking at him, Q’uonan looks up. He straightens his posture and replies with a swampy, graceless accent.
Q’UONAN:“O-of course.”
Q’uonan sits straight, puffing his bare chest out, almost …

The Livingwater Crisis - Chapter 4 (Final)

Breakin' Bones, Breakin' Bread The sky had become awash in a luminous pink when Chicago Wind made it to the Livingwater residence. Though he was running low on money this month, Greg happily paid the inflated toll a second time without complaint, like a gentleman. His one regret was that the exhaust of his car smelled a bit like turpentine, though neither of his passengers said anything about that.

“Greg-o-ree! Man alive!” bellowed Mr. Livingwater at the front door. His monstrous frame had to squeeze sideways as he reached for the young man standing sheepishly behind two of his oldest daughters. “It’s so - good - to - see - youuuuu! Aaaaahahaha!” Greg tried to return the hairy hug as best he could, though his arms could only reach halfway around the man.

Xaviere shuffled past her father who continued rocking back and forth, laughing with delight. “Is dinner ready?” she asked, not looking up from her game of Persona.

“Ooh, I smell chicken with riiiiiiice,” commented Olivia, sl…

The Livingwater Crisis - Chapter 3

Showdown in the City Before either of the girls could react, an elegant net of ornate silver chains was thrown around Olivia and Xaviere, rooting them in place. 
At one end of the chains stood the Minesweeping Receptionist, who sprang from behind his desk. The other was caught by second man, built like a Bodyguard. He had long blond locks and wore a tight T-Shirt under an authentic shark-tooth necklace, with artificially aged jean shorts hand-cut at mid-thigh. His fair-trade sandals showed off a set of immaculately pedicured toenails.
“Well done, men!” sneered a third man, who emerged from behind a pillar, clapping his right fingers against his left palm with sardonic amusement. He was short, with round sunglasses and a long, twirled mustache over handsomely cropped chin hair. He carried a glass cane and walked like a cat. “Bind them well!” 
“Who is this clown?!” Xaviere grunted, struggling against the powerful chains while the Receptionist and the Bodyguard obeyed their orders. 

The Livingwater Crisis - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Olivia Livingwater Greg tilted his head forty-five degrees, raising an eyebrow at his reflection in the Men’s Room mirror. Nice, he thought, applying a light splash of water to his hair, pushing the bangs to the side. Girls don’t know what they’re missing. But I know. That’s all that matters. 
The silhouette of another gentleman washing his hands appeared two sinks down. Greg straightened himself and sniffed through a nostril, self-conscious. He cleared his throat, turning to look for a hand dryer.
The sound of Xaviere’s foot slamming through the door sent an echoing shockwave through the tiled room. Greg’s shoulder bumped hard against the wall as he raised an arm to defend himself.
“Are you in here?!” her voice boomed from around the frame.
Greg and the man at the sink exchanged an uncomfortable glance. “...Yes?”
Xaviere’s leg kicked the door open a second time as it tried to swing itself shut. “Get your keys! I’m going to the car!”
Finding a paper towel dispenser nearby,…