WHIZZENMOG BETRAYAL
LAND OF MISTASIA NOVELLA
(THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE LAND OF MISTASIA)
REDEMPTION
CHAPTER 7
LAND OF MISTASIA NOVELLA
(THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE LAND OF MISTASIA)
REDEMPTION
CHAPTER 7
It
was extremely difficult for me to live in Cadieux Castle for many years after
my father’s death at the hands of my master’s Wolverine Army. I knew I was
mostly responsible for his demise. I was forced to spend my nights in my
father’s old room. I slept very little, and when I would drift off, I’d awake
from terrible nightmares. In each terrifying dream I was the one that killed my
father, even though I wasn’t sure how he had died. I never saw him after Rainer
and I left him in the fields between Cadieux Village and the castle. The lack
of sleep made me uncomfortable in my tight, dry skin. It itched all the time.
Some nights I wouldn’t even make it to the dreams about my father because my
skin would burn so badly, just as it did the day LaCroiux turned me into
this…this thing.
Rainer
never returned. Sometimes I would sneak away and watch from the edge of the
forest with the magnifinder LaCroiux made hoping to see my brother return…with
the emerald in hand.
I
spent my existence in servitude to my master and the king.
Recently,
LaCroiux returned to the castle in a flash as he did on most occasions, but
this time with a vibrant smile. He called to me immediately. He pulled me
inside the castle and into a secluded room in a far wing.
“Do
you recognize this room, Ethan?”
I
searched the small darkened room for any clue as to where we were. Then
suddenly, an image of the emerald glowing brightly in the center of the room
emerged in my mind.
“The
emerald!”
“Yes,”
LaCroiux acknowledged my wide-eyed recognition. “I have located your brother,
Ethan. Here is your opportunity to redeem yourself.”
“Yes,
I’ll do anything, master?”
“I
have discovered a way to reopen the portal that your brother created using the
emerald of power so many years ago. Now, you will go through the portal and
lure him here,” LaCroiux said as he grabbed me by the arm and led me back into
the hallway.
An
orange flash of light meant we were travelling. Now we were in the Wolverine
Forest.
“Aren’t
I to steal the emerald?” I asked
“I
doubt very much that Rainer will carelessly leave it laying about for you to
steal, so we need to make him want to return…and return with the emerald.”
“What
must I do?”
“You
will go through the portal and steal something from him. His family.”
“What?”
I responded.
“His
grand child, a girl. You will kidnap her, Ethan, and bring here to Mistasia.”
LaCroiux
explained how I would need to enter the portal, travel through the woods and
then enter a house just beyond. Inside would be a young girl. He handed me a white
pouch, within it was a powder that would reopen the portal allowing me to
return to Mistasia with the girl.
He
grabbed a handful of the powder from the pouch and tossed it at my feet. The
ground began to shake and tremble. Then it started to spin and swirl. I had
seen this once before, when my brother disappeared forever. Was LaCroiux tricking me? Was he punishing me
one last time? Would the ground open up and I be sucked down into the depths
never to be seen again?
I
would soon find out. I felt a tugging on my feet, and I began to sink into the
portal. LaCroiux smiled.
Just
as I began to feel the portal pulling me in, Sorcerer LaCroiux hit me with a
blast of ferocious wind and knocked me to the ground.
“We
have company,” he pointed to two Elven Warriors tracking through the forest.
“Despose of them. Then use the powder to reopen another portal.” He pointed to
the portal as it closed. Sorcerer
LaCroiux vanished in a flash with a single tap of his staff upon the ground.
I tracked through Wolverine
Forest. I stopped and inhaled deeply. The scent of elves was unmistakable upon
the air, sweet and fruity as it entered my reptilian nostrils. They were easy
to find.
I slithered up behind them;
Grace Tallon, guardian to Princess Merran Cadieux, and Mecca Begron, an elven
warrior.
“Just two elves? I am hurt
to know your princess thinks so little of me that she believes it takes only
two Elven warriors to defeat me.” I mocked.
Grace spun aiming her meager
arrow directly at me. I felt laughter begin within my tainted heart. She truly
believed she could stop me with a single arrow? It would take hundreds. I faked
a panic and placed my hands in the air.
“I surrender.”
“Really?” Mecca blurted out in astonishment.
“No,” I replied with a laugh, confusing the simple-minded elf.
Grace’s temper flared. She fired her arrow, but I summoned a burst of
wind with a wave of my hand directing the arrow toward Mecca.
The muscular elven warrior wore armor, yet jumped out of the way just
in time. It pierced the ground where he had been. Mecca brandished his sword
and slashed at me.
I danced away from each attempt while laughing. These two were the best warriors the princess could send to stop me?
What a joke. I had a task to perform. This battle was becoming bothersome.
I gritted my teeth and blasted Mecca with a gust of wind knocking him to the
ground. Then, I summoned tree roots around the fallen warrior. Roots burst free
from the soil wrapping themselves around Mecca, trapping him.
“Grace, run!” Mecca shouted as he
struggled to free himself.
I spun toward Grace. She ran.
For a moment, I wondered if I should chase.
“Dispose of them!” my master’s voice
echoed in my head.
I chased the fleet-footed warrior through the forest. Grace ducked
under roots and between the trees. Her sweet scent led me directly to her. I
discovered her hiding behind a group of intertwined tree trucks.
“Tell me, Grace Tallon.” I whispered in
her ear after slinking up beside her unnoticed.
She turned to face me and raised
her bow and arrow.
“How do you think you’re going to stop me?
Do you really believe you alone can defeat me? I’ve already defeated your weak
friend.”
“Just give me one good shot, Whizzenmog.
That’s all I need.” Grace defiantly replied.
We glared at each other. I stalled her as
my next attack approached. A rhythmic rustling emerged in the distance. A wicked smirk overcame my scaly face. A new
scent reached my nostrils. Wolverines. Their strong, pungent odor was
distinctive and overpowering in small numbers. This approaching scent was
nearly deadly to those not accustom to it.
“This is my cue to leave, my dear. Tell the princess I’ll take care of
everything. It was good to see you…for the last time.”
I moved with great haste back toward the Whizzenmog
dwelling just outside Wolverine Forest.
There would be the perfect place to reopen the
portal. My large reptilian feet stood firmly in the short wet grass at the edge
of the forest. The sun was setting with a pink glow changing the color of the
sky around it to light purple.
I closed my eyes to compose myself for a moment. The
excitement of my redemption was overwhelming. My heart pulsed at great speed,
racing my blood through my body.
A sudden rush stabbed the air behind me. I turned
just in time to block an arrow that would have struck me in the back.
“Tallon!,” I hissed.
The two elven warriors had somehow survived and
raced toward me.
“Don’t move, Whizzenmog!” Grace barked. “It’s over!”
“Over?” I questioned the crazy thoughts of a diluted
warrior. “You are too weak to defeat me?”
“I am far from weak, Whizzenmog. You are weak. Your
whole family was nothing but thieves and betrayers,” The angered elf scolded.
“My family betrayed me!” I screamed in pain. “It was
my brother who turned out to be weak.”
“I heard you helped him steal the last emerald,” Grace
replied arrow now pointed at my chest.
“No, but I will retrieve it from him.” I removed the
small pouch given to me by LaCroiux and poured a sand-like powder into my palm.
I leapt back into the air and tossed the powder on the wooden door of the old
Whizzenmog home.
A bright light flashed followed by rushing winds.
The elven warriors struggled in the tall grass.
The wooden door had changed. It was now a spinning
vortex of colors. The colors slowly faded as did the powerful wind. When the
colors had completely faded, all that was left in the doorway was a spinning
black portal that resembled the nighttime sky.
Mecca stood up in the grass and yelled, “Grace, stop
him! He’s entering the portal to Greenville!”
I
leapt into the portal, but Grace Tallon latched onto me as I entered the
spinning black hole. We entered together and spun violently. She released her
grip on me inside. The dizziness forced my eyes to shut.
When
I reopened my eyes, I was alone. Grace wasn’t near me. The forest was
enormously tall. The blades of grass blocked my vision. I lifted my head. That’s better, I thought. I was very
low to the ground. It was quite disorienting. The trees were so tall here. I
tried to move my legs, but felt my hips slide to the side. I looked back and
noticed I had no legs, but my scaly body stretched out into the grass and
disappeared. I lifted my hind end and there was a tail, with the white pouch at
the very end. I shook with fear and heard an odd sound. I did it again and the
sound returned. It was coming from me. My tail was rattling. I realized I had
transformed into a snake.
I
panicked. I needed to return to Mistasia as quickly as possible. I slithered
through the grass. It wasn’t very long until I reached the edge of this forest.
Here it was open and raining. The grass was now shorter. In the distance was an
elven-like figure sitting. She was holding a unique object above her head
deflecting the water away from her body. Behind her was a home, quite a bit
larger than the ones the elves called home in Mistasia.
A
voice called out to her. She didn’t respond. I couldn’t understand what they were
saying, because the rain was running down my head and across my back. I could
smell the fresh water along my nostrils. I lapped at it with my forked tongue.
This
was the girl that I was to retrieve. This was Rainer’s grandchild. The one I
must steal. It was my redemption. She stood up and walked toward the opening in
the side of the home. I began to thrash my tail back and forth propelling myself
across the slick grass. I was gaining on her. She entered the home and disappeared
into the darkness. I slid off the grass and scratched my underbelly along a
stiff rocky substance just before the door. I heard more voices calling out,
but I ignored them. I was completely focused on her. I could see the funny-looking
object still above her head, but her body was hidden behind a dark material. I
now found myself gliding across a new substance. It was like grass, but darker
and itchy. I lifted my head again as I move around to see the young girl
sitting and crying.
Here
was my opportunity, my redemption. I just needed to wrap myself around her and
she would be mine! I sprung forward. My fangs exposed and tongue lashing. She
screamed.
Sweat
Redemption.
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