The gargoyle flew to a castle in the woods, and right through the window. He dropped Fluey on the floor of the throne room once he arrived. Fluey groaned, sat up, and rubbed the side of his head. He heard a cackle just then, and turned to look in the direction it was coming from. Sure enough, it was yet another witch.
"Not another one," he groaned. "I've about had it with you witches!"
Fluey looked at this witch. She was your stereotypical one. Very ugly, green skin, long nose (complete with a hairy wart at the end of it), black and gray frazzled hair, a wooden cane with a crystal ball on the handle, and a long, black dress (but surprisingly, no pointed hat).
"Eeesh!" he shouted once he saw her. "Man, this chick is a whole week of nightmares!"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, dearie," the old witch said with a cackle.
"Who are you, anyway?"
"The ruler of this castle, that's who! And you'll never leave! You're going to be my prisoner forever!"
"I wouldn't bet on that, sister!"
And with that, Fluey started to dash for the door. The old witch just cackled, and waved her cane. The door slammed shut, and Fluey ran right into it. WHAM!
"Oooh!" he shouted once he hit. The old witch cackled, and waved her cane again, surrounding Fluey in some kind of magic dust, using it to restrain him.
"You're not going anywhere!" she cackled. "I've got big plans for you!"
Meanwhile, back at Crowe Castle, Damien was sitting in front of his mirror, admiring himself.
"That Critch girl must be some kind of nut," he said. "How could she not want to marry me? I'm irresistible!"
Damien sighed, and walked out of his room, and down the hall to Danalleah's room. Danalleah was just sitting by the window, staring out of it. She thought about transforming into a bat and flying out, but there were two gargoyles guarding the window. At first, Danalleah had thought they were just stone, but she knew they were alive. Madam Crowe wasn't stupid. She didn't even bother to glance at Damien when he came into the room.
"Change your mind yet?" he asked.
"No," Danalleah said, not even turning around. "I'll never marry you, Damien, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind!"
"Is that so?" Damien asked, with a very sickingly sly smirk on his face.
(whoa, try saying that three times fast!)
"I think I have something that may change your mind," Damien continued. "Follow me, please."
Danalleah sighed, and followed Damien up a couple of flights of stairs to a tower. Danalleah stopped in the doorway for a moment and glared.
"This is the oldest trick in the book," she said. "What are you going to do? Lock me up here in the tower until I cave in? Let me tell you something, that's not likely to happen!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm aware of that, my pretty," Damien said. "But no. Really, there's no originality in that. Though I should lock you in here until you come to your senses, but I won't. Please direct your attention to this crystal ball."
Danalleah looked into the crystal ball in the middle of the room, as Damien waved his hands over it. An image began to appear in it. It was Fluey. He had been tied to a chair in the evil witch's throne room. He was semi-conscious, and he was surrounded by a green glow, which was slowly moving from him into the crystal ball on the witch's cane. Danalleah gasped as she saw this scene.
"Fluey!" she cried. "Where is he? What have you done with him?!"
"Now, now, now, there's no need to get upset," Damien said. "I'm just having his life force drained out of him, that's all."
"That's all?! What do you mean that's all?! Please, please, let him go!"
"Oh, I'll let him go," Damien said, cackling. "The moment you marry me."
"What?"
"Just one little word, my pretty. One teeny, tiny little word."
"Never!"
"Then you can watch while your little friend suffers!"
The evil witch had heard this from her castle (via her own crystal ball), and increased the power on the spell she cast on Fluey. Fluey let out a shriek of pain as the green glow that surrounded him seemed to fly faster into the witch's cane.
"Stop it, stop it, please!" Danalleah begged. "Please, I'm begging you, Damien, please let him go!"
Damien just smirked. He had Danalleah right where he wanted her. Danalleah had no choice.
"All right," she said. "I'll do it. I'll marry you, just don't hurt him!"
"I knew you'd see it my way," Damien said, smiling sneakily. "Of course, I'm not going to let him go right away, you see."
"Why not?"
"I can't allow you to back out on the deal. I won't let him go until we're officially warlock and wife! Until then, he remains prisoner."
"That's blackmail!"
"That's life, baby. And if you should happen to go back on our agreement, you know what'll happen to your friend!"
And with that, Damien grabbed Danalleah by the arm, escorted her back to her room, and locked her inside for the time being. He had to get ready for the wedding.
Meanwhile, Coiley, Multi, and Skittles were searching through this odd forest using Coiley's guitar, and Skittles's nose.
"Good thing our guitars were still in the Impossi-Mobile," Multi said.
"Yeah, but it still might take us some time before we can track Fluey down," Coiley said. "You know the signal in his communicator isn't as strong as the guitars, but I am picking up a signal. I can't figure out what that gargoyle thing would want with him, anyway."
"Maybe it has something to do with Danalleah and that creep that took our powers," Multi said. "Danalleah is so hung up on Fluey, I highly doubt she'd be willing to marry this guy. Call it a hunch, but it could be he has to try and convince Danalleah to marry him. I think this creep had Fluey kidnapped so he could force Danalleah to marry him."
"Right. We'd better find him, and quick! Once we get rescue Fluey, then we'll work on rescuing Danalleah."
Multi agreed, and he, Coiley, and Skittles continued on their way. After awhile, they came to a large, deep purple colored castle, with maroon colored turrets. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed above them.
"I'm suddenly getting the impression that this is it," Multi said. Skittles whimpered in agreement, and hid behind Multi's leg, nervously.
"Come on," Coiley said. "Let's go!"
Coiley, Multi, and Skittles made their way toward the castle, but they were being watched by the evil witch through her crystal ball.
"Hmm, it seems I have unexpected company," she said. "And judging by their ridiculous matching outfits, I'd say they're friends of yours. We'll just have to take care of them, won't we?"
"Leave my friends out of this!" Fluey shouted.
"Oh why should I? I bet they'll be real fun to play with! They'll never know what hit them!"
"Not if I can help it!"
"Oh no?"
The old witch took her can, and waved it around, sending an electrical charge through the black-haired teenager. Fluey let out a loud shriek of pain, and then passed out. The witch cackled madly.
"Now, to prepare for some fun!" she shouted.
As the witch watched her guests through her crystal ball, she was unaware that someone else was watching Multi, Coiley, and Skittles, as well.
Multi, Coiley, and Skittles, were wandering through the main hall of the castle, looking around for anything that would help them. All they found were cobwebs and dust, however. Skittles sniffed the dusty, dark purple marbled floor, until some of it got up her nose.
"Achoo!" she sneezed, and the force of her sneeze propelled her backwards into a nearby mirror.
WHAM!
"Gesundheit, Skittles," Coiley said, picking up the puppy.
"Hello?" a voice from what appeared to be out of nowhere asked.
"Who said that?" Multi asked.
"Over here," the voice said. "Look at the mirror on the wall, boys."
Multi and Coiley walked over to the dusty old mirror Skittles had bumped into when she sneezed, but they couldn't see anything, not even their own reflections! Multi wiped some of the dust away with his hand, but he still couldn't see his reflection. But he did see some kind of pink dust swirling in the mirror.
"What in the world?" he asked.
"Can you help me?" the voice asked.
"Who are you?" Multi asked.
"The rightful queen of this castle," the voice in the mirror said. "The wicked witch trapped me in the mirror, and I am unable to get out."
"I don't know . . . ." Coiley said hesitantly.
"This could be a trick," Multi said. "How do we know we can trust you?"
"I'm afraid you don't," the voice in the mirror said. "And I can't prove to you that I am telling you the truth. I can tell you, though, the only way to get me out of this mirror is to defeat the witch. And defeating the witch is the only way you will be able to rescue your friend."
Suddenly, the pink dust in the mirror began swirling, and it revealed an image of Fluey, magically restrained to a chair, gagged, and unconscious, surrounded in a green glow, that seemed to be seeping into a small crystal ball on top of a cane being held by the ugliest witch Multi and Coiley had ever seen in their lives!
"What's she doing to him?" Multi asked.
"Draining his life from him," the voice in the mirror said. "She has orders from Damien Crowe to dispose of him the minute his wedding ceremony is over."
"Flying flipside!" Multi shouted. "Looks like we don't have any choice, Coiley!"
"Right," Coiley agreed. "If we want to get Fluey out of this mess alive, we'll just have to trust the mirror!"