Disclaimer: I do not own the "Avalon: Web of Magic/Quest for Magic" series or the song "Ragdoll Physics". They belong to Rachel Roberts and Diablo Swing Orchestra respectively.
Pure as the unborn son
Pure as the maid should be
Ceased to breathe again
Never look away from those with nothing to spare
Emily and the gorup landed in a thickly forested area, through a mirror disguised by a plain wooden frame covered in dark green leaves and vines. The portal was set into a large, ancient Sequoia tree, which the mages and animals had been scattered a few feet away from.
"All here?" She heard Kara call out.
A chorus of "yeahs" followed, and the group found each other to come up with a plan about what to do next.
"How do we find this place?" Adriane asked.
Kara and Emily shrugged. They all looked to Ozzie for help. The golden-brown ferret's eyes widened.
But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spare me the sight
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
And everything that will doom us all
"This was your idea," He said defensively.
"You at least know where Farthingdale is," Lyra said.
Ozzie sighed. "Oh all right," he muttered. "I really do give in too easily."
The elf-turned-ferret looked aroud him, eyes narrowed. He scampered off in one direction, sniffed, then darted in another. "This way." He called over his shoulder. The mages and other animals followed his swiftly disappearing form deeper into the unfamiliar woods.
The group trudged through fallen leaves and muddy patches for about two hours. Finally, a small clearing could be seen up ahead. Emily recognized the tiny farmhouse as the one Velma lived in, the tiny elf toddler she had healed of the black fire sickness two years ago. The Healer shivered at the thought of another enemy, perhaps as powerful as the sorceress herself, controlling her through premonitions. She shook her head to rid herself of these thoughts and followed the group into the little villge of Farthingdale.
Chaos may be thy name, you left us for anything
Trust never been so misplaced
As in your arms that day, those that you gave away
To those who could ease your mind
We were nothing but a waste of your time and space
Ozzie's cousin. Brommy, and his wife, Alla, welcomed the group excitedly. Brommy and Alla wanted to ask the mages about their recent adventures, but Ozzie insisted that they keep to the task at hand. Brommy told them all that he had remembered of the one small job at mansion, and offered to lead them to it. Thr group considered, but in the end, it was decided that it was too dangerous, just in case they were caught. Instead, they settled for meticulous instructions on how to get there.
"You all set?" Alla asked. Emily glanced at her friends, who nodded.
But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spare me the sight
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
And everything that will doom us all
The group set out west, armed with clear directions, through a space of forest until they found a narrow trail. The trail spread out in many different directions, like tree branches, but the group knew where they were going, thankfully. Eventually, they spotted a moderately large mansion, perhaps the size of Ravenswood Manor, ahead of them. There was an unkempt garden in the front yard-- neglected juniper bushes, winding vines on the white limestone walls and dark windows, wildflowers and weeds growing beside tulips and rosebushes. The mages and magical animals veered off the path and into the forest, hoping to avoid detection by staying under the cover of the large oak and sycamore trees. The mages crept forward, the animals beind them. Quietly, Adriane instructed Dreamer to turn to mist. The wolf obeyed, and his form evanesced to a thin, white fog. The girls let their jewels go quiet and cold, just in case Ruin could sense magic. Too much would alert him. As the group inched across the brown-patched lawn, they heard loud, angry noises from within the mansion, cursing, and then a thud. Suddenly, a bright green light flashed in the top right window. Startled, Dreamer's cover began to dissipate, leaving the group exposed on the front lawn, in plain sight.
But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I cloe my eyes, would it spare me the sight
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
And everything that will doom us all
Meh. It's kind of short, but whatever.