Epilogue
Dreamworld: 2 (Flagg)
"[Flagg]'s out there somewhere. In this world or some other or some other, he's out there. I know it; I feel his poison in the wind. He got away from us at the last second. You all know it, and I do too." ~ Stephen King, Eyes of the Dragon
The Ninth Moon of Gyblick
The Dark Man struggled across the crater-filled landscape he had found himself on. He had been traveling for what seemed like days. He hadn't counted on this happening, not at all. He would have thought that centaur would have finished his invention if he started it. He was wrong, and he ended up on this strange, strange moon of some sort. One of many moons, judging by the look of it. He wasn't on Earth, nor was he in the solar system.
How was time on Earth going? Did weeks pass, months pass, years pass with day? Or was it seconds? When he arrived on Earth (IF he arrived on Earth, he reminded himself) would it be just like he left? Or would it be dramatically different?
A couple of feet ahead, he noticed several domes. A city. He recognized them, and the people inside them. He was on the ninth moon of Gyblick.
1138 moons surrounded Gyblick. He knew, as he had visited the planet once. He had visited many planets in his long life. But he never visited any moons.
The people living on this moon were originally supposed to be the ultimate soldiers in alien war. Instead they were bumbling goofs who couldn't breathe Gyblick's air and were sent to live on the ninth moon. They were able to create teleportation devices more advanced than Foaly could have wished. Then they remembered they couldn't breathe any other place's oxygen. Flagg grinned. What idiots.
The original test subject was called Gleebo. He was the 'leader' of the small moon. Apparently a plague had occurred, killing many of its inhabitants. A Dark Age had begun, and many buildings were destroyed during this time. Perfect for Flagg to take advantage of.
Flagg walked up to the main dome, in the center of the planet. Walking inside (the people didn't have enough money for security) Flagg walked up the stairs to visit the leader.
Sitting at the desk was Gleebo. On his shoulders were two long eyestalks. In the center of his stomach was a large mouth.
"How can I help you?" The mouth on the stomach opened revealing large teeth.
"No, my friend" The Dark Man replied. "Its more along the lines how I can help you."
"What do you mean? We don't need any help."
"You aren't fooling anyone. Your people are dying and catastrophes are as common as holidays. I can help fix that, even with my limited supply of magic."
"Can you prove that?"
Flagg opened his hand. In it was a tube filled with a green serum. "Put this in the water supply. I guarantee that every sick person will be cured."
Most presidents would be suspicious of a cloaked man offering serums, but Gleebo was so desperate he took it.
Flagg grinned. "Ask for R.F. if you want to negotiate tomorrow." With that, he left.
The next day, every sick man, woman and child were better than ever thanks to the mysterious serum the cloaked figure had given Gleebo.
"How did you do it?" Gleebo asked astonished. "How could you do that?"
"Magic. Its child's play to fix that. I can also help bring civilization back to your cities, security for your headquarters and much more for a price."
"Curing the sick was a mere freebie. However, my price is easy. I hear your scientists have developed telporters? Dimension warpers?"
Gleebo looked confused. "But won't you be able to breathe?"
"I am not of your kind, you fool."
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking."
"You never do. In exchange for my services, when I am done rebuilding your moon from the ground up I will require to use one of your machines. Do we have a deal?"
Flagg held out his hand. Gleebo shook it.
"Pleasure to be doing business with you."
Flagg grinned. The thought of doing charities for people like this sickened him, but he couldn't risk any more time waiting for his magic to come back for him. Surely a once in two-millenium curse wouldn't fade away that quick, now would it? This way was quicker and more efficient.
The Fowl boy was out of the picture for him. He had some potential, and flushed it down the toilet. It was better to make him think he was in a different dimension rather than invade his life again. Was he afraid of the boy? No, not really. Respect was the word he was looking for. Respect. In an odd way, he respected him. Although he escaped the authorities, Artemis found him out and humiliated him. An adolescent humiliating someone centuries old. Flagg would look back on this someday and laugh. But not right now. Besides, the whole world was full of potential. He just had to know where to look.
He walked down the stairs and laughed.
Dreamworld: 2 (Flagg)
"[Flagg]'s out there somewhere. In this world or some other or some other, he's out there. I know it; I feel his poison in the wind. He got away from us at the last second. You all know it, and I do too." ~ Stephen King, Eyes of the Dragon
The Ninth Moon of Gyblick
The Dark Man struggled across the crater-filled landscape he had found himself on. He had been traveling for what seemed like days. He hadn't counted on this happening, not at all. He would have thought that centaur would have finished his invention if he started it. He was wrong, and he ended up on this strange, strange moon of some sort. One of many moons, judging by the look of it. He wasn't on Earth, nor was he in the solar system.
How was time on Earth going? Did weeks pass, months pass, years pass with day? Or was it seconds? When he arrived on Earth (IF he arrived on Earth, he reminded himself) would it be just like he left? Or would it be dramatically different?
A couple of feet ahead, he noticed several domes. A city. He recognized them, and the people inside them. He was on the ninth moon of Gyblick.
1138 moons surrounded Gyblick. He knew, as he had visited the planet once. He had visited many planets in his long life. But he never visited any moons.
The people living on this moon were originally supposed to be the ultimate soldiers in alien war. Instead they were bumbling goofs who couldn't breathe Gyblick's air and were sent to live on the ninth moon. They were able to create teleportation devices more advanced than Foaly could have wished. Then they remembered they couldn't breathe any other place's oxygen. Flagg grinned. What idiots.
The original test subject was called Gleebo. He was the 'leader' of the small moon. Apparently a plague had occurred, killing many of its inhabitants. A Dark Age had begun, and many buildings were destroyed during this time. Perfect for Flagg to take advantage of.
Flagg walked up to the main dome, in the center of the planet. Walking inside (the people didn't have enough money for security) Flagg walked up the stairs to visit the leader.
Sitting at the desk was Gleebo. On his shoulders were two long eyestalks. In the center of his stomach was a large mouth.
"How can I help you?" The mouth on the stomach opened revealing large teeth.
"No, my friend" The Dark Man replied. "Its more along the lines how I can help you."
"What do you mean? We don't need any help."
"You aren't fooling anyone. Your people are dying and catastrophes are as common as holidays. I can help fix that, even with my limited supply of magic."
"Can you prove that?"
Flagg opened his hand. In it was a tube filled with a green serum. "Put this in the water supply. I guarantee that every sick person will be cured."
Most presidents would be suspicious of a cloaked man offering serums, but Gleebo was so desperate he took it.
Flagg grinned. "Ask for R.F. if you want to negotiate tomorrow." With that, he left.
The next day, every sick man, woman and child were better than ever thanks to the mysterious serum the cloaked figure had given Gleebo.
"How did you do it?" Gleebo asked astonished. "How could you do that?"
"Magic. Its child's play to fix that. I can also help bring civilization back to your cities, security for your headquarters and much more for a price."
"Curing the sick was a mere freebie. However, my price is easy. I hear your scientists have developed telporters? Dimension warpers?"
Gleebo looked confused. "But won't you be able to breathe?"
"I am not of your kind, you fool."
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking."
"You never do. In exchange for my services, when I am done rebuilding your moon from the ground up I will require to use one of your machines. Do we have a deal?"
Flagg held out his hand. Gleebo shook it.
"Pleasure to be doing business with you."
Flagg grinned. The thought of doing charities for people like this sickened him, but he couldn't risk any more time waiting for his magic to come back for him. Surely a once in two-millenium curse wouldn't fade away that quick, now would it? This way was quicker and more efficient.
The Fowl boy was out of the picture for him. He had some potential, and flushed it down the toilet. It was better to make him think he was in a different dimension rather than invade his life again. Was he afraid of the boy? No, not really. Respect was the word he was looking for. Respect. In an odd way, he respected him. Although he escaped the authorities, Artemis found him out and humiliated him. An adolescent humiliating someone centuries old. Flagg would look back on this someday and laugh. But not right now. Besides, the whole world was full of potential. He just had to know where to look.
He walked down the stairs and laughed.