Jgal: (Yawns) Haaah.
Water Omotics: So how did you sleep last night?
Jgal: Very good really. For once I don't have a dream about disgusting bug interviews.
Dark Magician: Walks in (in his bug disguise) Sorry but we're not finished with the island scene yet.
Both girls: (Blink…blink)
Dark Magician: (Confused look) What?
Jgal: (Throws pillows up in the air and hides under the blankets) AAAAAHHHHHHHH!
QUESTFOR THE FORBIDDEN ONE
By.
Jgal
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
PARTNERS SEPARATED,
PARTNERS MADE
MYSTICAL ELFClipidy Clop. Clipdy clop. Klpidy clop.
The rushing wind blew across Mystical Elf's face and through her long golden hair as she rode on the lavender stallion. Sauntering across the grassy plain.
She looked over her shoulder to see the Giai knight running after her, "Come back with my horse!"
Mystic hollered back to him, "Don't worry. I'll bring it back I promise."
The 'Fierce Knight' stopped and placed his hands on his knees to catch his breath, "Oh man, that's the third horse I've lost this week!"
With a slight pull on the reigns and a hard kick on the sides she got the horse into a full gallop. A huge cloud of dust trailed behind her as she wisped through the valley. The stallion louped between the large racks and jumped over the short hills that were in the way.
"Hold on Celtic, I'm coming."
Out in the distance the elf heard some dries for help.
"Help me! Please someone!"
As much as Mystical Elf wanted to go on she couldn't ignore a call in distress. So she quickly turned her horse off the trail and galloped off. In less than a minuet Mystic found that a women was surrounded by a hoard of Swamp and Lava Battleguards. They were all grunting and gloating while threatening their prisoner with their hard wodden clubs. "Those savages! I swear they make me sick."
Mystic then ordered the stolen horse to charge at them. "Yeaha!"
The thundering hooves plowed in the ground creating an earth shattering sound.
One of the greenish ogres looked over his shoulder hearing something heading their way. Shocked beyond his wits, the Battleguard tried to catch the attention of his comrades. A few more turned around and started to panic. Soon they all took notice and ran for their lives.
The hostage just looked around confused of why they left. She heard a loud clipidy clop heading toward her followed by a charging voice.
"Grab my hand!"
Quickly she saw the elf girl riding at her. She grabbed her hand as the elf extended hers out. The women swung onto the horse's saddle and they rode off together.
DARK MAGICIAN (hours later)Dark Magician's disguise had allowed him to enter the Insect's hidden hive in the thick forests. A few of the bugs were a little nerves when they saw him at first, but as soon as they heard that the Queen sent several Parasite Parasides to make him into one of them they immediately calmed down.
The Spellcaster tried his best to pretend being an Insect but it proved to be more difficult than he anticipated. Especially when it came to feeding time.
"Humb!"
Dark lifted his head from the hive window after extensive vomiting. "Agh, I can't believe the stuff they eat. Grau. Silver Fang mash, partially eaten Mystical Sheep, liquefied Hitotsu-me Giants, and Spike Seadra sushi. (resitsthrowing up again) Why didn't this spell include an Insect digestive system?"
The Spellcaster/Insect sat down by the window and tossed aside his antennae from his face, "That elf had better be alive or else this had been a waste of time."
Right then a Cockroach Knight came up to him with two giant sacks, "Hey come on, you can't just sit around here. We got work to do." He tossed Dark one of the sacks.
Dark Magician starred at the bag confusedly, "What's this?"
"We need to take these to the hatching chamber. Our Queen's new offspring will be arriving any day now."
"What's in these? Larva food?" Dark asked hoping one of them would hold the Warrior.
"Nope. More eggs. Now shut up and follow me."
The knight walked off with his egg sack while Dark followed behind.
Within a few minuets they were at the hatching chamber. A giant honeycomb shaped room abouta hundred or morefeet high, with hundreds and thousands of brown baish eggs tied together with wax. In the center of the chamber were several dozen wax pods attached to each other on pillars reaching from floor to ceiling.
"Impressive huh." said the roach as he carefully placed each egg from his sack to the chamber walls.
"Indeed. But, what exactly are in these pods over here?" Dark Magician asked pointing to the columns.
"They're monsters we caught on the island. They're for the hatchlings to eat as soon as they're born."
"That means that Celtic must be in one of these pods. He wasn't in the dinner tonight (which is a relief). But I don't know how much longer he can stand in there. I've got to break open these pods as soon as possible."
The mutated wizard had to think fast on how he could get the pods unnoticed. A plan suddenly popped into his mind. "Hey, how about I handle these eggs while you see to other matters. Surly the Queen has something more important for you to do than hanging eggs." Dark Magician inquired trying to trick Cockroach Knight.
The revolting looking bug turned from his sack of precious eggs to the Spellcaster in disguise, "Alright. But be careful with them. We'll need every one of them when we invade the Wasteland cities."
"Excuse me?"
"It's our Queen's plan that we leave the Forest after our original hive was destroyed as a vicious army a month ago, and conquer the known lands. Starting with the Wasteland. Now you get started with the little ones. I'll be back later." With that the bug left the chamber through the tunnel-like entrance.
As soon as it was gone Dark closed up the passageway with a wave of his hand. Dark Magician then motioned a cross on his chest. "Infiltration spell of Insects, Deactivate." Immediately all the Insect qualities faded away and resumed the wizard to his normal self…except of course for the two pairs of translutant wings on his back. (snicker) "Humph. Might as well leave them, they might come in good use."
The magician cast his staff above the eggs sacks that were brought in earlier. The eggscombusted into a blazing inferno and shriveled up into nothing. Leaving only a black mark on the floor.
Dark starred down at the feeding pods nest. Surly one of themmust hold the Warrior Celtic prisoner."(Sigh) I better get started."
Dark Magician adjusted the magical energies in his staff to a low level. The sharp edges around the orb glowed and turned into rounded blades. He slashed the bottom of one of the cocoons to open it.
From the insion, poured out several large Old Grays completely covered with melted wax and insect poisons and digestive juices.
Dark Magician frowned at the sight of the deseast Beasts, "Well, he's not in there. Better try the ones that still have some life in them. No need to make a large mess in here."
So he did. Dark then cast a life force spell to pinpoint the live victims inside the pods. One of them must have the elf. After opening about twenty or thirty pods Dark Magician was getting VERY frustrated.
The wizard sliced open a large pod violently releasing only partially alive Firegrass monsters. "Darn it! This isn't doing any good. He could be anywhere. Maybe in another chamber!" tired, he sat down and leaned against one of the waxy cocoons near the chamber wall.
"This is like trying to find a Fairy in the Yami realm. I don't know it he even in this room. As far as I know they're probably eating away at his flesh right now."
Right then the inside pocket of Dark's robes started to glow a bright gold color. Confused, the magician searched his cloaks until he found the leather casing he found earlier. The glowing seemed to be coming from inside. "Celtic's Forbidden piece!" Dark Magician quickly opened the case and pulled out the golden card. It almost seemed to burn like fire when he touched it. Slight hymns also seemed to be coming from it also. "Celtic's near. I can feel it."
He stoodup and held the card out to locate for its master.
"Show me shackled leg,
show me where he is."
When Dark turned around to the pod he was leaning against, the card shinned brighter than ever and the hymns grew louder. He's in there." The wizard dropped the piece, turned his staff into a sharp spear again, and sliced a good section off one side.
From the incision poured out the Warrior elf in a blend of thick fluid and nearly dried wax.
"Celtic!"
Dark rushed over the elf's side and lifted him from the slimy mess pooling around him. He scraped off some of the ooze from Celtic Guardian's face and tried to force the thick puss out of his mouth.
Finally the guardian drew his first breath of air and coughed out the last of the substance. Celtic slowly opened his eyes to see the tired yet stern face of Dark Magician. "Uhh, where am I?"
Dark sighed with relief, thankful that he was alive.
The elf gazed around dreamily then back at the Spellcaster, "Mommy is that you?" Celtic Guardian asked sounding a little bit drunk.
Dark looked away in embarrassment, "O…k. that clears my next question was he drugged or not?"
"You don't look so good Mommy."
MYSTICAL ELFMoving along with the story, Mystic and the strange woman had been riding for hours till they were far away from the Battleguard fleet. They decided to rest for a while and get to know each other.
"I thank you for saving me. Normally I can handle a few men on my own but those ogres had me completely overpowered." said the woman as she polished her weapon she was carrying around.
"Don't mention it. Swamp and Lava Battleguards tend to be a nusense around these parts." Mystical Elf replied stroking her horse's neck and allowed it to graze.
"Excuse me for asking but why is a Spellcaster like you doing traveling across the Sogen valley."
The lady glanced over at the elf girl and brushed some of her long blond hair from her face. "How did you know I'm a Spellcaster?"
Mystic placed her hands on her hips and smirked, "Oh come on. Shiny blue and pink armor, fancy robes, pointy helmets, not to mention an orbed staff. You just scream 'Spellcaster'."
The new women chuckled at Mystic's optimism, "You caught me. Though I would ask you the same thing, why are you traveling alone? It must be serious to make a person like you to steel a Giai's horse."
Mystical Elf blushed realizing what she did earlier, "Well, it is important."
"Aren't you going to tell me or are you just goanna be shy about it?"
"Tell me your reason first, and then I'll tell you mine."
The women leaned back on a rock, tucking her staff behind her head, "I don't know about you, but I'm heading for a tournament in the Wasteland realm. It's said to be super tough and it attracts all the greatest and strongest monsters in all the lands. And I'm going to beat them all."
Mystic then felt a little nerves from her new friend's rather aggressive behavior, but she knew she wouldn't have to put up with her for long. "That's very interesting, but I have to say that my cause is a little nobler than yours."
"Oh really?" the other girl questioned curiously, "Than tell me already."
"Alright. You see my fiancée went off on a journey nearly a month ago…And I've just received word that he's been killed, off the coast of Umi."
The women frowned sadly, "I'm sorry."
The elvan girl shook off the other's pity, "But this information came from a some what unreliable source. So I'm traveling to see of that's true. But I know that he's still alive somewhere and I'm going to bring him home."
The blond Spellcaster shrugged and stretched her arms, "I certainly hope you find him, but if you don't I wish you luck."
"Thanks, unfortunately I don't know where to start. I didn't exactly plan where I should go. Not a smart move on my part."
Then the stranger had an idea, "Hey how about you come with me to Wasteland for the tournament. If your boy is alive he's sure to be there."
Mystic gazed up with hope, "Perfect, but how do we get there? It must be on the other side of the planet."
"We can take a Skull Mariner from a nearby coast here and drop at Maze Country. After that it's just a short walk."
"That'll be great, but I think we should introduce ourselves before we go on any farther."
After an odd silence Mystic broke the ice, "The name's Mystical Elf. What's yours?"
The women walked up the lavender horse and pat it on the nose, "Myfriends call me Astro. But most people call me Dark Magician Girl."
Dark Magician: Sorry Jgal for scarring you.
Jgal: That's alright. Just one more chapter or two before we're done with (shudders) bugs!
Celtic Guardian: Great, then we'll finally be rid of …THAT. (points to window where Weevil Underwood is tapping on the glass)
Jgal: (Confused glance) How did he get pass the Insect Barriers?
Weevil: Give me back my bugs!