Meta White; Not A Musical A Fantasy Drama act II

[Kasper Van Slam]

...Daydreaming in the MetaWhite...

”My journey has not been easy and it is not over, I do not plan to get here and lay down for the Vantablack Savior and just take it all away.”

The Lady White traversed several treacherous paths, deep desolate mountain caverns, a raging sea storm battle, and on the sands of forever burning fire.

”The VantaBlack can never prosper as long as the MetaWhite burns, and in the crusades of my white fire I've slayed beasts of every walk of life.”

The epic battle with a 100’ tall Knight in white armor.

”It began with an honorable knight, Lord Eron the Hunter, in which I took his legendary blade..”

A battle worn Lady White approached a giant sword, the slayed frame of Eron The Hunter lay sprawled in the background, and as Lady White touched the gold hilt it shrank down into a smaller more feminine katana. She strapped it on her back and once again set off.

He was the only man on this journey to fight with honor and dignity, taking from him set me on this path of blood and sacrifice. Doubt has filled my reign and the respect I've earned has eluded me by men and monsters. I blame some of this on you Lord Dominicus of the Vantablack, an alliance with you has tainted me..”

The flashing scene of a beggar Kasper taking a mysterious box from a hooded mysterious figure. It fades to a possessed inhuman version of Lady Evil.

”We tasted victory…but at what cost musical Lord of the Vantablack! In a Wrought Iron Cage on the Isle of Dublin I stood to defend my honor and my womanhood, as it stood I could right my wrong by defeating you..defeating former Champions…Monsters.”

Lady White stood on one end of an island encased in a giant mesh iron cage, rolling hills, and green lush forests spanned the distance between her and the six Titan giants:

Flo-Ri-daa Maan of The Swamp. A domineering lingering presence that had bested me for eons, a swoozler, and boozer. Lord of Fraud and Loitering.

Sir Wessel Craneburg The Golden Hordeing Whorre. A confusing creature in my life but a scum nonetheless, a lord amongst Incubus…I took from him because he could not tame me. Like you, my journey with Wessel isn't over.

Watts The Dwarf of Tulsa a fair dwarf, The King That Was Old Roynnie Lo'ng an old man who sought one last shot at honor, Eron the Hunter seeking to reclaim his glory, and you.

Lord Dominicus! Of the Vantablack! The Musical Vagabond! Wordsmith of Deceit!!

When the Lady White converted against the six titans in a clash of power the world of W'UKetrios was blinded by the brightness of the MetaWhite!

”And in the dust of our battle, Lady White remained..”

Dust covers the battlefield in a thick layer and only the screams called from the dirty shadows. A white glow breaks out from the haze Kasper the Lady White once again strapping her katana on her back walking away once again. On a horse in the color of silver, Lady White cut a bloody path once again gaining enemies along the way: Matsui the DeFanged…fierce and crawling with a mist of ilk drenched Mist..

”Denied you Lord Dominicus. I exposed you as the little weakling man you are…Lord Dominicus the Bard of Loss! A cheap wizard not a blazed Vantablack Dragon! Still you returned at the Hanging Rocks of The Outback, slinking like a curse in a contest with lesser Gods…Matsui The DeFanged and Goth The Psychosis! AGAIN I TOOK THE VICTORY! I TOOK YOUR VANTABLACK MAIDEN FAIR!”

Princess of Evil, Lady Evil clings to her White Lover.

”I spoiled you twice at this point Lord Dominicus. Yet your curse infected me, I am a bastard and a shadow follows me..”

Lady White on her steed is attacked along the road to the final battle; the shadow was a dark hateful pride called Donzig The Dread. After the attack Lady White stumbles into the shadows of inner doubt, a story in her head. The Dread had left its crimson mark…

…..Lady White came to a clamoring halt on the sandy shores of Mi'ami Isle, the scars of The Dread carved across her face. The heat rose off of her armor in waves and the larger than life palm trees did little to cast shade.

Lady White: ”Show yourself false Wizard! Meet your slayer, answer for your failed crimes against the MetaWhite!”

In his final form Lord Dominicus, the Vantablack Savior stomped on to the battlefield, each step released a cloud of dust in its wake. He drew his Vantablack sword and growled! It rippled across their short distance knocking Lady White back! Her hand drew her katana and sunk it into the ground to stop…

Lady White: ”So you'll answer with having your ass kicked? I gotta push myself past my limits!”

She leapt, raising her blade across the sand. Lord Dominicus Vantablack Savior followed his large sword raised to cleave…

Lady White: ”YOU WILL NOT PREVAIL!!”

They clashed, steel on steel that rattled like teeth in a skull..into black and white.