The Ultimate Host

As West stood on his feet, his c.h.e.s.t started hurting. He suddenly puked up black blood. Veins started bulging out of his forehead and neck. What the f.u.c.k?!" yelled West. After a couple of seconds, the pain went away. West dropped to the ground flat on his back breathing heavily. " I need to find out what the f.u.c.k is going on." West stood on his feet and began walking away.

Rozier's location, In the dungeons of The Industrial Elven Kingdom...

Rozier was eating a can of peaches. Rozier dumped all the can of peaches in his mouth and swallowed them without chewing. Rozier was full for the night. Rozier burped, drank the peach juice at the bottom of the can, and tossed the can to the side with the other empty cans against the wall. " Ah, that was very filling." Now back to reading the god awful history book." As Rozier reached for the history book, he heard a voice in his head. " Rozier, it's been a while." : How have you been?" Rozier was confused. He popped his ears to make sure he was going crazy. " Who the hell's going on?" Who are you and what are you doing in my head?" asked Rozier. " Don't you recognize my voice?" Rozier squinted his eyes and scrambled through the library in his brain. He now knew where he heard the voice from. Ah, now I know who you are." You're that creepy guy I met in the night in the courtyard nearly two decades ago going on and on that, you could make my deepest most d.e.s.i.r.ed wishes come true." What are you?" Some kind of fortune teller of genie or something?" The Chameleon giggled. " Yeah, something like that." Rozier tossed the history book on the ground.

So what do you want with me?" The Chameleon giggled once again. " You want to get out of here right?" Rozier widened his eyes. " Sure why not." Rozier heard a snap in his head and suddenly he got teleported out of the prison in front of the gates of the kingdom. Rozier started smiling. " Wow." I can't believe it." You were telling the truth. Rozier started celebrating. " Because I granted you this wish, you are under contract." He heard another snap in his head and suddenly an upside-down cross was burned on the top of his forehead... Rozier started screaming because of the burning pain. Ah!!!" What the f.u.c.k?!" You have three wishes left." Make your decisions wish before you ask me to grant them." Rozier sat down on a lump of dirt and started thinking of ideas of what he wanted to wish for. Then a fantastic idea popped into his head. He stood off the lump of dirt he sat on and placed a smile on his face. Rozier wiped the sweat off his face and said: I want you to grant me The Spear of Arwen, the sworn weapon that decided the war and ruled over The Royal Elven Empire during the Golden Age." The Chameleon started. " You're in luck!" It just happens that I have that weapon in my possession." The Chameleon snapped his fingers and miraculously a portal opened out of midair. The spear of Arwen landed in the ground. Rozier couldn't believe his eyes. He approached The Spear of Arwen and ripped off the ground. Suddnely he felt a surge of energy spread through his body. His power started shooting through the charts. Since the power was so much, Rozier had to keep half of the power still inside the spear. The power of the spear drastically changed his appearance and his apparel. His hair turned from dark brown to gold and glowing. His eyes also turned gold. A glowing goatee also burst from his face. Rozier looked at his hands and started smiling. Instead of talking in Rozier's head, The Chameleon decided to pop out of hiding. He appeared out of thin air. "