World Of Pangolins#1- Danger And Peril

• Addiden Zhao
• Short Story
• 2021

Part I: 20 years ago, there was a mushed pangolin on the street. It was VERY mushed. Then, it suddenly popped up again. It had been revived by an advisor pangolin which had more magical abilities then could be imagined. For example, the Western Pangolins could draw an image on a piece of paper and then conjure up the piece they had drawn. Eastern Pangolins could roll up into a fiery ball, and then become a very big version of the ball, making a good potential shield or weapon. Northern Pangolins could get a weapon of whatever they wanted and use it. And finally, the Southern Pangolins could enchant things to make them whatever they wanted. These four tribes of the United Kingdom of Pangolins were not very united. They were always constantly conflicting with each other, wreaking war and havoc over the continent. Part II: Forty years later, robots were invented by the Western Pangolins. They had imagined great and terrible (evil, not bad) robots that could do all the fighting for the Western Pangolins. All they had to do was control the robots. However, the robots seemed to have a mind of their own and managed to override the Western Pangolins. Soon, the robots were fighting the pangolins. It became clear to them that they had to unite together and become one whole kingdom as they had been years and years ago. The pangolins had forgotten about their past and were now trying to defeat the robots in their own tribes. This would not work and they needed a leader to unite them all...
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Danger scurried down the street. He was a Western Pangolin. Western Pangolins could draw an image, on, say, a scroll and then it could be turned into a real life object or animal depending on what it was. And that was how robots were invented. At first, it seemed to be a good idea, to be able to have something do all the dirty work for them. But then, as if on cue, all the robots, turned on them and started attacking the Western Pangolins. At the same time, Western Pangolin leaders and other important people were getting murdered, day by day. Nobody wanted to part of the Western Government. Maybe this was what the murderer wanted: Chaos. Because with no leader, the Westerns could not easily live together in peace. They could do anything they wanted as there was no law. Which was what was happening right now.


Peril roared in anger, as he had been chained up by The Official Western Head Pangolins. This was in the North Side where they could conjure up any weapon the wanted. Which was not good for Peril right now, being chained up. He had always thought that they were a bunch of snobs. Doing nothing but drink tea in their offices all day, chitchatting. But now, Peril was wrong. They had taken him in as a suspect of a murderer in the West. This was wrong, every thing was wrong. He was not a murderer, even if he had a fiery temper and sometimes attacked pangolins in his fits. Still, he was not a murderer.