The Doom of Bibbur-Si
Cezille07 (in cooperation her 'sublime', cookie-eating, Bombo sister)
The largest, most dangerous alliance has finally been formed between Gorkas, Black Phantoms and Anguanas. It is up to Zick and Elena once again to thwart Magnacat's plans—or will something else come with a higher priority?
Disclaimer: First off, Monster Allergy does not belong to me. Moreover, the idea that inspired this story is not mine either; it's my sister's. Um, rather—she thought this up and asked me to write it. So this was actually her "sublime, majestic, excellent" idea.
Note: I based some ideas on the comic, some from the TV series (season 1). I hope it's not too confusing. There you go! :)
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PROLOGUE.
The witches were huddled together under the moonlight, looking at each other, and at the dome force-field in front of them.
"I don't know why we agreed to do this," one said, rubbing her hands to keep warm.
"Zaira, the Anguana of Er has herself agreed, so why not us?" replied another.
"But Creola, we're witches. We don't do anything for nothing, remember?"
"Don't worry, we'll get something, I'm sure. Even Moog Magister is here tonight! We shall meet him after he speaks with the Gorka."
"I'd love to sell the Gorka's head for gold instead!"
"Hush, they're coming out right now!"
Magnacat, Emily Vermeer and Moog Magister emerged from the dome force-field they used as a meeting tent.
Moog blew a charm into the wind, and all the Anguanas knelt, unable to move. "My servants," he addressed them, "meet your new master, the Gorka who shall lead us to victory and success, my friend Magnacat."
"But we don't make friends, venerable one!" yelled the Anguana named Zaira.
Moog sent a lightning ray at her. "Silence! The enemy of our enemy is our friend. Magnacat has a plan to conquer the Suspended City—"
"So? What's in it for us? We don't need Bibbur-si," cried Zaira.
"You ignoramus of an Anguana! You deserve not to be in our fellowship! I would strike you dead, but we need all our forces to win this war," exclaimed Moog Magister, holding back a glowing ball of who-knows-what to hurt Zaira. "What's in this for us? Here is a simple equation. We invade Bibbur-si, and we get our monsters. The more monsters we get, the more the potions we concoct. The more potions we sell, the more gold we earn. We shall easily monopolize trades of all sorts."
By now Zaira knew best not to respond. She kept her head bowed low and waited for Moog to continue speaking.
"Excellent, Moog Magister," said Magnacat. He beheld his cowering legion and grinned. "Your witches are now part of my growing army, which includes the Dark Phantoms and all the monster-ska of Big Burg. Together, we shall claim the Suspended City as ours and reign over it...permanently.
"Tonight, lie low; let the monsters sleep soundly for one last time.
"We execute the plan...at dawn."
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