This is my version of the Legend of the Jazzaxe.
Long ago during the great war of the solar systems the mighty Jazzaxe fought on the front lines of the final battle, the two halves of the axe would glow in harmony in the hands of the Prince Jazza, of the art universe, but during the war, Prince Jazza had thrown half of the axe, aiming for the Planet Conquerors head, the axe missed but cut his arm clean off, the axe didn't stop, it flew further through space, no one knows where it ended up, half of the axe was gone forever. Decades of lonely years went by as the larger part of the axe was sent down the generations, king after king, prince after prince, the axe never saw another battle, when finally after years of lonely waiting, the axe started to glow, King Jazza the 5th noticed the axe gleaming inside its display case. He remembered the stories that went down the generations and decided to go out with the axe to find the second half, the axe led him furhter and furher into space, glowing brighter as they went, when finally the king saw another light in the distance. He had found the other half, lodged into a lone meteoroid. Jazza pulled on the axe until it came free, the two halves of the axe immeadiatly connected after years of lonely suffering they had finally reunited.
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