The time was 2065. There was a young boy named Frijoles. He was a shy and timid boy, but within his perplexing soul he had the power, strength, and will of ten thousand galactic warriors! Nobody really thought much of him yet, but they eventually would find out about his immense power. He made straight C+ grades in school so most thought of him as an average boy. One person did not think of him as an average boy. This odd person, Frijoles did not even know about, but the man knew about him. This man was known as Doritos. Doritos was one of the wisest sages in all of the land, and most people dreamed of him or were very fond of his work at reading minds, and predicting the future. This man could sit and gaze at the divinely exquisite stars. These two people would have to unite to potentially save the world that they inhabited. Neither knew of the vast expectations the universe had for them, but these plans would effect and bind their lives forever and together.
It was a crisp October morning when Frijoles awoke sleepily from his itchy straw mattress bed. He drowsily rubbed his eyes when the light from his window shone right into his eyes. Next, he leaped down the stairs leading to the kitchen in a thunderous way. He then slid into the crude wooden chair near the kitchen table awaiting a fresh breakfast. His mom laid a shiny red plate with purple stripes on it right in front of him. Right in front of him, he saw two glistening eggs and a few tater tots. He munched all of his breakfast up then ran out the door in a scurry. He began his descent to school. On his way down the cracked up pavement, he observed the trees. They swayed back and forth while their almost enchantedly covered leaves gently floated to the ground, and then crunched.
While Frijoles was mesmerized by the leaves, a hooded man came up to him and snatched him by his pack and through him to the ground. Frijoles fell out of his hypnotic trance, and turned to face the dark figure. He had a very skeletal like frame and was tall. The man immediately covered Frijoles mouth to stop him from blurting out a peep of a noise. Frijoles sat trembling and scared. Unsure of what was going on at the moment he fainted in a complete daze. Lights and colors swirled in his mind like a disco ball. His thoughts were tangled, twisted, and turned. This feeling of intense emotions and senses lasted a few hours.
Frijoles woke hours later to the sound of a silver tea kettle roaring. He turned to his side unsure of what was going on and started sobbing. He wondered if he would ever see his family again and what would ever happen to him. The tall man from before came to him and sat in a carved wooden rocking chair next to him. The tall man handed him a cup of liquid, and told him to drink it. Frijoles started sipping on the putrid liquid. He spat it out in total distraught. It was thick and had a very bad taste. The man explained to him it was an old recipe that had been handed down to him in his family. The boy stared at this odd figure and managed to spit a few words out of his trembling mouth. "Who are you?" he quietly squeaked. "I am Doritos, Who are you?" The wise sage blurted in an obnoxious way. "I am Frijoles," Stuttered the young boy.
The two guys then took a walk requested upon by the wizard. They discussed many things. The wizard later explained to Frijoles that the world would soon need him to help save the world. Frijol at first was very confused and reluctant to the whole idea of saving the world. The wizard then got into finer detail explaining that a great storm was to come, and the people needed him to get everybody together for the storm. The wizard had predicted that it would come within two hours, and everybody needed to be safe into the underground resort. At that very moment a golden lightning bolt reigned from the heavens and struck the ground like an avalanche. The wizard and boy quickly paced to the wizard's house and they latched the doors.
The wizard and boy hatched a plan up to get everybody together at the town circle and then rush them back to the underground resort. It was a daring move, but it could work with a little bit of luck. When the two arrived at the center the wizard casted a spell that sends huge letters into the air spelling M-E-E-T A-T T-H-E T-O-W-N C-E-N-T-E-R. All men, women, and children ran in fury and fear to the center. All who did not come would soon be left behind and most likely perish before the ultimate power of Mother Nature. Most of the town’s people were now where they needed to be so the wizard started the journey back.
They had journeyed almost to the resort. The wizard predicted two more minutes. It would be very close, but they could pull it off. The group kept venturing to their destination praying and hoping for a miracle. This was their judgment day, this would define whether or not they lived or died this day. "Thirty seconds left!" the wizard bellowed for all to hear. The group was just about to jump into the entrance when thunder fell all around the town.