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"No! Absolutely not!" Wizarmon cried, distressed.
"The matter is no longer up for debate, magling," rasped the throaty growl of Wisemon. "The Council has left thee the charge to present the resolves of the Council to the Court of Wicca. Thou art to depart at dawn."
Wizarmon glared at the yellow eyes of the robed Magus, turning his gaze only when he felt the beginning of The Stare. The last thing he wanted was to have the contest with one who had at least six-hundred years of seniority. "I would like to request a companion from the Council before I leave. Those madmen are likely to ignore me if only I go."
Wisemon gave a stiff nod in understanding. "Leave mine name off of your list, child. I myself must make haste to present the findings to Mystimon."
Wizarmon felt it coming before seeing it with his own eyes. Energy swirled around the wizards, drawing close to Wisemon. Bright green sparks rose from the ground and began dancing around the Elder Mage, growing faster and faster. Wisemon stood unblinking as the sparks began driving slowly back into the earth like a hellish drain taking the tall mage along with them. Soon, Wisemon had vanished entirely.
Wizarmon watched as the last few sparks sank into the ground before muttering "Show-off."
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Sorcerymon winced as a Trailmon pulled up.
"Tell me again why I'm coming?" he asked his docile companion.
"Because," Wizarmon stated. "If you accompany me to the Court, they are more likely to act sane. They like to please guests. Most of the time, anyway."
Steam hissed as the Trailmon's doors pulled open. Sorcerymon grimaced as the Data Mage pushed him in.
"I'll meet you there. I've got several stops to make first."
The doors began to close.
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Wicca Court was a rather small structure. At a first glance, one could easily label it as a log cabin and file it neatly away into a drawer. Upon entering, however, they would be surprised. Wicca Court had been built and maintained, to this day, by the eldest of the art of magic. The resulting effect of the most brilliant minds Witchenly had to offer was a result that is known as "Space Folding". The basic theory is that by manipulating Area so that greater Mass could be avoided as Area gained Volume, a "Fold" would occur. Put simply, it's bigger on the inside.
If one would enter, they could find a marble foyer that led to three sets of stairs. One of the three stairs leading down to the basement and kitchens, another leading up to living quarters and libraries, and the last gold lined stair leading to the Court itself. I shall leave you to imagine the great size yourselves.
Sorcerymon waited impatiently for his wizard cohort. Nearly an hour had passed since he had departed from the Trailmon.
"Wouldn't it be better to go inside?" Wizarmon whispered in his ear.
Socerymon jumped. "What took you so long?"
The wizard shrugged. "There was a long line at Digi-King."
"You went to a fast food restaurant?! Why?"
Wizarmon gave him a hidden frown. "You'll see." And with that, he grabbed the tip of Sorcerymon's icy staff, and dragged him into the building. He gave the white wizard only a few moments to gawk at the interior splendor before continuing to the courtroom.
The courtroom was a large room lined with green-marble and a long steeple built of Red Digizoid. Far above, in the spacious rafters, grew several mushrooms that emitted a bright greenish light that gave the room a rather gloomy atmosphere.
Save for a broom that was sweeping the floor and the two incoming wizards, the room was empty.
Sorcerymon grumbled sarcastically "Looks like we missed it. Such a pity."
Wizarmon frowned. "What time is it?"
"Nine-thirty. Court starts at eight…"
The dark mage smiled. "No. they should be wandering in soon."
"But-"
The room was suddenly filled with a thunderous screech, causing the two to cover their ears.
"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO! I'M RUNNING! I'MMM RUUUUNNING! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" there was a thud as something hit the doors. "I'M NAKED!!!!!!" and the great oaken doors flew open with a bang and a leather jumpsuit with a dark cloak flung into the room soon to be followed by a floating weathered hat with a green-eyed Skull buckling the black belt around the steeple. The hat turned so that the skull faced the waiting magi and a voice from somewhere underneath declared "HI! YOU GET MY TAQUITOS YET?"
Wizarmon reached into his cloak and withdrew a greasy Digi-King bag and tossed it towards the hat. The voice under the hat squealed and there was a bright flash as smoke billowed downward from the brim.
Another Wizarmon now appeared, hunched forward and gulping down the contents of the bag. The broom seemed to edge away from the trio, effectively avoiding them.
"One down." Our Wizarmon murmured. "Eight to go."
Short and soon (hopefully) to be continued. Also hope that I manage the next one better... Cuz my discriptive writing is horrid.