Chapter Four - A childhood friend

It was still bright, and as far as Mel could see, beyond the rim of her cap, the guards were practically snoring over their mid morning duties. One was sweating profusely, rather like a pig, Mel thought with disgust, wiped her forehead and took a closer look. The side she needed to get on was just a sprint across...

Distraction time.

Mel fumbled around in her arsenal pouch and brought out an audiostone. With a slight snicker, she turned to the side and muttered a few low toned phrases and with a small laugh, cast it in another direction, and dived behind a tree.

"Excuse me, dahlings," Mel's low, throaty disguised voice spoke out. "Could you...help me out? I think my shoe is stuck."

The stocky guards turned their heads dumbly in the direction of the audio stone, and nudged his fellow guard on duty. Both of them scratched their heads, nodded and made their way beyond the bushes.

Mel, using that split second, leapt across the clearing, and reached her destination. A part of the wall that surrounded the castle. Mel seemed to be familiar with the area, and by running her finger along the bricks engraved with dako, pulled a few loose ones out, leaving a hole big enough for her to squeeze through. Mel slipped swiftly through the clearing, and emerging on the otherside, hurriedly put the bricks back in place. She was free.
Taking the time to gaze at the castle that everyone had thought had held her captive for so long, Mel finally tore herself away, turned around, and started walking the road to the village.

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Sunlight streamed into the Infinor Castle, clearing the manor with radiant light. Flinch squinted, blinked, and finally resorted to shutting the blinds. The dungeon like workplace became more dreary after this sudden action.

"Flinch." Brackus's voice was low, and clear. "What are you doing?"
The snivelling scientist looked away from his latest device and let out a squeak.
"My-my eminence," he said, and lowered down to a bow.
Brackus kept his demeanour.
"What do you know about power?"

Flinch stopped. Power? Where had that come from? Flinch knew a lot about power. Unfortunately, he was never given a chance to share in it.

"Wh-Why? My lord, you are-"

"The ruler of Infinor." Brackus continued boredly. "Answer my question Flinch, or you can join the countless others I have introduced to my Nega-La Lions."

Flinch shivered.
"Well there are many types of power, my lord." he answered, putting aside a screwdriver. "It depends, very much. There is power for an army, power over guardians, power from-"

"Shut up, Flinch." Brackus snapped irritatably. "You know what I'm talking about. I want raw, real power. Over Rados."

"Ra-Rados?" Flinch blinked and twitched. "You mean..."
"Yes, that is what I mean," Brackus said, with a meaningful tone.

Flinch knew his master was a ruthless king, but this was strange. Power over Rados? Where would that leave him? And where there any objects, or digata stones with an immense level of power for what Brackus had in mind? Flinch shuddered to think what would happen to him if he didn't. So he immediately tapped a digata stone powered sphere with his fingers. It let out an electronic squeak, and whirled around excitedly.

Flinch sighed and watched the crease between Brackus's eyebrows deepen.

"Bring me all the books on power. Artifacts of power. Items, objects...everything!"

The object jiggled happily, and sped off. A few moments later, books were carted on digata stimulated harnesses to where Flinch and Brackus were sitting. Flinch noticed Brackus's look of extreme dislike.

"Sorry, my lord," Flinch muttered sheepishly, "197 was a test object to create the perfect digata powered assistant. Unfortunately the energy was much more concentrated than I expected it to be..."

Brackus looked away and ignored Flinch. Flinch could feel his face heating up...

"Beep!" 197 nudged Flinch's hand in a direction of a book. Flinch looked up and snapped, "What is it?!"
It was a book, titled, Secrets of the Wizards.
"Hm?" Flinched picked up the book and flipped through a few pages. A sudden chill crept through the air as he landed on one page.
The Scrolls of Yan.

Flinch gazed at the page interestedly, The Scrolls of Yan were-
"Give me that." Brackus leaned over, and cleanly swiped the paper out of Flinch's hands.
"Hey..!" Flinch said, scowling, then catching the expression on his masters face, shut up, "I mean..."

Brackus' mouth twisted into a cruel smile as he read the pages in the book.

"The Scrolls of Yan...is it? Well, well, Yantos, here we come."