Phobos and Deimos, the demon moons, rose high above the shifting red sands of Mars. As the sun sank toward its rest, Jack Wagoner watched from behind a low rise as a row of wains moved slowly across the dunes pulled by great beasts of Elysium.
His eyes were fixed on the second carriage. Gilt and ornately carved it seemed out of place among the drab merchant wagons that accompanied it. About it marched four large and well armed beings; bodyguards to the royal passenger inside.
The sun dropped below the horizon and the diamond-light of the stars was kindled. Jack Wagoner began to move in the semi-darkness toward the end of the hill that hid him. He was now just feet from the desert road, crouched and ready to spring. He allowed the foremost guard to pass. As the rear guard drew level with him Jack sprung from his hiding place. The guard crumpled to the ground as a heavy fist struck the back of his neck. The remaining three guards lunged at their attacker but were no match for Jack’s earthman strength. Soon all four lay unconscious at his feet.
Jack moved quickly to the door of the carriage and gripped its gilt handle. Pulling it open he climbed inside and found himself face to face with Princess Nayploo Sultra, the most beautiful woman on Mars.
The above was written merely as a writing excercise. It is in no way meant to entertain anyone. (What do you mean "No worries"? Whyiotta...)
I am Karl Fogsen. Thanks for reading. (I guess)
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