I Tame Radiant Beasts!

 In an expanse of darkness jeweled by embers of light, a large book hovered, flipping to the will of something greater. 

 "Incarnation at a hundred percent." The powerful voice coursed through the emptiness, causing a ripple effect across it. 

 A long ghoulish white finger reached the page, and next came mumbles as the being recited the words in the page. 

 Incarnation at a hundred percent was something meant to be impossible even for one mighty as they were, however, if it was truly impossible, why was there a rule against the very act? 

 A boom followed, and a thick black cloud materialized signalling the execution of the spell. Would this being be the first after some many millennials to successfully enact this ability? The god looked on expectantly.

 Suddenly, thorned chains zoomed out of the clouds and struck this creature, this so-called god. 

 They sank into their wrists, ankles, wrapping around their arms and legs immobilizing them. 

 "No!" Cried the god, it happened all so fast, and before they could act, the chains began to pull back, pulling in the bulky creature. 

 It was time to face judgement. 

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 It was another bright sunny day in Actonville, and what better way to spend it at a beach?

 Mike had his bright summer shirt on, his swim shorts and a cup of iced lemon juice to boot. 

 He laid beneath a distant palm tree, relishing in the shade and the cool breeze. The young man was no stranger to this beach, and though it was often filled with people, finding the perfect spot makes all the noise and plentiful presence all worth it. 

 So it was incredibly strange when a red dust cloud puffed around him blinding him and trapping him. He panicked, trying to get up when a sinking pressure pulled him below. He was powerless to this force, and he was gone, unnoticed, and certainly wouldn't be missed. 

 Mike wanted to scream in the strange pitch black plane he was falling through, and though he let his mouth open to release his horrified cries, he heard nothing, there was no medium for his sound waves to travel through. The expanse was as empty as it was dark. 

 Then came the suns with their blinding light. The Earth's sun was bright, but nothing compared to the brightness of the two suns that hung over Loonè. 

 "What the fu…?" Mike blurted, turning around frantically. 

 "Where am I?" 

 A few minutes ago, he had been falling, and now he was upright and standing in a strange environment. 

 The thick multitude of trees definitely had no response to his question. His eyes darted about as he hoped for something he could recognize, but there was nothing, nothing but the trees, dead leaves and bugs, lots of bugs. 

 His breathing quickened, his chest huffing and puffing, and he began running, to where? He had no idea. 

 He went through rows of trees, and as he did, he made sure to look at his sides at every row passed. 

 This was not Actonville's beach, that was painfully obvious.

 'Where the fuck am I?' 

 As if to answer his question, a loud shrill sounded from above and a large shadow was cast over Mike. He froze, head up out of instant. Whatever creature had casted that shadow, Mike was certain he didn't want to be involved with it. 

 He stopped his running upon realizing that there was nothing but the trees around him, nothing just yet. 

 A thud, and he turned his head right to where the sound emanated. 

 "What the? What in God's name is that?" 

 Two squirrel-like creatures ran down a nearby tree, and though they were little, they were immensely peculiar as their large tails–the length of a grown man's hands, glowed with multiple colors. 

 Mike's eyes were wide open, and though he still doubted that he had fallen through a pitch black airless place, he was certain that he was in his right mind. 

 'Nothing was in that lemonade.'

 The two little creatures ran by the man, and he could swear that there was a strange radiance around them. One might not notice it at a glance–he didn't until they passed by him, but the aura was about them, like a thin cloud, and especially so at their ostentatious tails. 

 Mike was almost tempted to trail the little magical squirrels but he had other problems to attend to. 

 As he stood there, utterly oblivious and confused, he felt a wrongness, one foreign yet present within him, and something external beating to what was within. It was like a thing within him was resonating to another outside. 

 It stirred, and Mike crouched feeling out of place and lightheaded. 

 The looming external presence felt like a hand that tightened around him, hindering his breathing, but just soon as it arrived, it left, and the strangest thing happened. 

 Blood red chains sprouted from Mike, and the force at which they erupted from his skin sent him flying back for a couple of meters until he found his footing. 

 He looked at his body, thick chains jutting from it, and around these chains was a faint glow. They were thorny, and when one withdrew, Mike could see that its tip was pointed and sharp, almost like a blade. 

 The young man was stupefied, who wouldn't if they suddenly realized they were a chain sprouting monster?

 He looked across his body unsure if it was still his, and though the chains came out from him, none broke through his skin, it was like they simply just phased through it. 

 He stretched forward his hand to grip the one that jutted from his elbow, and soon as he did so, a strange chill coursed through his hand and he retracted it. 

 "What the fuck is going on?!" He screamed. 

 "I must be hallucinating, there was something in that lemonade after all. Oh, I'm going to sue so hard once this is over." he said. 

 Then, the chains struck and sank into the ground, but slowly, one by one, they began retracting. 

 Mike was in too much distress to feel the power coursing through the chains, and through him, and he certainly didn't notice that he wasn't being watched. 

 That was until his chains responded to this new presence. 

 The chains, though surprising and strange, had been stable, but suddenly they lunged and drifted in the air; it was like they had a mind of their own. 

 They lengthened and turned seeking out their victim. 

 "Hey, stop!" Mike yelled, but his cry fell on no ears at all. 

 The creature was hiding behind a tree and was slow to notice the approach of

the chains. 

 It did eventually, and tried to run and Mike caught sight of it.

 His jaw fell.