The Contradictite

[Author's Note: This is yet another "Yolun" story. Originally published in February of 2002 on my LiveJournal literary community, indiefiction. It was meant to be the introduction to a story about a young boy who goes on a mission to save his town, and quite possibly, the entire world.] On the planet Yolun there existed a sad state of affairs. The Magician Vonne's Doom Machine had made the terrain a desolate wasteland that could hardly sustain the indigenous life forms present, and could not keep this sustenance going for much longer. The Lokut had carved the life off of a fraction of the planet. Their ravenous appetites had cleared out entire small colonies. The curse keeping Ronk at bay vanished, and he awoke to reign terror once again, practically unstoppable. In his palace in the secluded uncharted area of Yolun, Yolu, the essence of the world, sat on his throne and watched the happenings slowly drain the life of his world, and eventually him. "Three poi...

[Author's Note: When I was younger, I had created a fantasy setting called Yolun. I dabbled with a sort of continuing story about its creation and history and the different adventures that happened upon it. Maybe one day, I'll revive that notion. However, for now, here is a metafictional short story set in that world. Originally published in my LiveJournal literary community, indieficiton, in October of 2001. It intentionally breaks off in the middle of a sentence.] On the planet Yolun, men worked feverishly in a laboratory. They were attempting to hone not only their skills of science, but also of magic. Their current project was the design of a new species. This was the first time that Science was given the job normally taken by Chance or Nature (depending on the other's mood that day). The project's benefactor was anonymous, but there really weren't all too many people on Yolun who could fund the design of a new species. Even fewer in the land of Mor, since e...