By mid-afternoon they were off. Morwen had everything she would need packed inside her enchanted sleeves, which were feeling quite heavy. Though she would have like it if all her cats could have come, she settled on bringing Jasper Darlington Higgins IV, and Scorn....and of course Fiddlesticks, who was the reason they were even going in the first place. So, the three cats rode of her broom stick as she headed for a grove of trees with Emerald leaves and Silver bark. As soon as she found it she ran to the tiny, gloomy hallow, and straight to the door at the end. Morwen knocked on the door three times, snapped and stepped inside. Though it was dark, she could make out the forms of three dragons. "What have we got here?" a yellowish-green dragon said.
Morwen stood up as straight and tall as she possibly could. "I am witch Morwen and I am hear to see the dragon Kazul."
A prupleish-green dragon laughed. "A witch? You only look to be sixteen. Ha. I say we eat her and be done with it." Scorn and Jasper began to hiss. "And the cats, too."
"Leave them alone," said a new voice. It belonged to a gray-green dragon, who sounded rather annoyed with the others.
"Why, Roxim. You want them all for yourself?" The yellowish-green dragon accused.
"Oh course not," Roxim said, "but I do recognize that cat,"-he pointed to Fiddlesticks-"From a visit of one of Kazul's magician friends. He was here to fix that pluming problem, remember?"
"Ah, yes," said the purplish on,"Well, take them to Kazul, Roxim. And, I my sink is clogged up by the way." Morwen said nothing. Roxim began to walk away from the others, and Morwen and her cats quickly followed.
"Ah, here we are," he said at last. "Kazul? Kazul are you there?"
"Not now, Roxim," she said irritably.
"You have visitors."
"Visitors? But my grandchildren left hours ago. But if I truly do have visitors than send them to the kitchen." Roxim nodded and left. Morwen quietly made her way to the kitchen. Kazul joined her shortly. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"I am witch Morwen. I'm here because a cat that is currently in my possession, Fiddlesticks, has a message for you from his previous owner, Welemain, concerning Wizards of some sort."
"Wizards? Well, let's have a look shall we?" Fiddlesticks handed Kazul a piece of paper, where he had been keeping it Morwen could only guess, and the dragon read it instantly. "Well, well, this is quite serious. Are you a friend of Welemain?"
"No, I'm a friend of his brother, the magician Telemain."
"Do you know how to access Welemain?"
"No," Morwen said sadly, "and from what Fiddlesticks tells me it wouldn't matter, because he's dead. But his brother lives in a large house not far from here, if that will help."
"It should," Kazul said hastily. "Let's go." The two sprung out of the cave's front entrance, Kazul on wings and Morwen riding a broom stick with the tree cats. Morwen knew better then to ask what the letter had said, but she was curious indeed.
After about an hour they arrived at a large house filled with windows were a twenty year old magician named Telemain lived. Morwen wondered if he had heard about his brother yet, and sincerely hoped she would not be the one to give him the news. She hated having to do those sort of things.
Morwen and Kazul walked up to the house and knocked on the door. It open rather quickly to reveal a grief stricken Telemain on the other side. His blue eyes didn't glow as Morwen always remembered them to and his dark hair was rather unkempt. "Morwen and.....," he looked t Kazul.
"This is the Dragon Kazul of the Mountains of Morning," Morwen told him, "we're to talk about what happened with Welemain." Telemain sighed.
"He was killed in a fire," he aid bluntly. "Nothing more to it."
"But the wizards....," Fiddlesticks started.
"Kazul and I are perfectly aware of the wizards were as Telemain is not," Morwen snapped. The cat took a step back, a bit intimidated, and said nothing.
"Wizards?" Telemain repeated. Learning about wizards had been an interest of Telemain's ever since Morwen had known his as a little girl. His parents had been worried that he would grow up to become a wizard and were quite pleased when he continued on with the family career as a magician. "What about wizards."
"They came looking for an amulet I lent to him," Kazul said, "and they killed him for it."
"Wizards! Wizards killed my brother!"
"It appears that way," Morwen said softly as she put her hand on Telemain's shoulder.
"I know this is hard for you, but he died bravely," Kazul said. "He protected that amulet with his life, and unless you want it to be forever known that your brother died in vein I suggest you help us."
"Help you do what?"
"Retrieve my amulet before it's too late."
to be continued........
Morwen stood up as straight and tall as she possibly could. "I am witch Morwen and I am hear to see the dragon Kazul."
A prupleish-green dragon laughed. "A witch? You only look to be sixteen. Ha. I say we eat her and be done with it." Scorn and Jasper began to hiss. "And the cats, too."
"Leave them alone," said a new voice. It belonged to a gray-green dragon, who sounded rather annoyed with the others.
"Why, Roxim. You want them all for yourself?" The yellowish-green dragon accused.
"Oh course not," Roxim said, "but I do recognize that cat,"-he pointed to Fiddlesticks-"From a visit of one of Kazul's magician friends. He was here to fix that pluming problem, remember?"
"Ah, yes," said the purplish on,"Well, take them to Kazul, Roxim. And, I my sink is clogged up by the way." Morwen said nothing. Roxim began to walk away from the others, and Morwen and her cats quickly followed.
"Ah, here we are," he said at last. "Kazul? Kazul are you there?"
"Not now, Roxim," she said irritably.
"You have visitors."
"Visitors? But my grandchildren left hours ago. But if I truly do have visitors than send them to the kitchen." Roxim nodded and left. Morwen quietly made her way to the kitchen. Kazul joined her shortly. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"I am witch Morwen. I'm here because a cat that is currently in my possession, Fiddlesticks, has a message for you from his previous owner, Welemain, concerning Wizards of some sort."
"Wizards? Well, let's have a look shall we?" Fiddlesticks handed Kazul a piece of paper, where he had been keeping it Morwen could only guess, and the dragon read it instantly. "Well, well, this is quite serious. Are you a friend of Welemain?"
"No, I'm a friend of his brother, the magician Telemain."
"Do you know how to access Welemain?"
"No," Morwen said sadly, "and from what Fiddlesticks tells me it wouldn't matter, because he's dead. But his brother lives in a large house not far from here, if that will help."
"It should," Kazul said hastily. "Let's go." The two sprung out of the cave's front entrance, Kazul on wings and Morwen riding a broom stick with the tree cats. Morwen knew better then to ask what the letter had said, but she was curious indeed.
After about an hour they arrived at a large house filled with windows were a twenty year old magician named Telemain lived. Morwen wondered if he had heard about his brother yet, and sincerely hoped she would not be the one to give him the news. She hated having to do those sort of things.
Morwen and Kazul walked up to the house and knocked on the door. It open rather quickly to reveal a grief stricken Telemain on the other side. His blue eyes didn't glow as Morwen always remembered them to and his dark hair was rather unkempt. "Morwen and.....," he looked t Kazul.
"This is the Dragon Kazul of the Mountains of Morning," Morwen told him, "we're to talk about what happened with Welemain." Telemain sighed.
"He was killed in a fire," he aid bluntly. "Nothing more to it."
"But the wizards....," Fiddlesticks started.
"Kazul and I are perfectly aware of the wizards were as Telemain is not," Morwen snapped. The cat took a step back, a bit intimidated, and said nothing.
"Wizards?" Telemain repeated. Learning about wizards had been an interest of Telemain's ever since Morwen had known his as a little girl. His parents had been worried that he would grow up to become a wizard and were quite pleased when he continued on with the family career as a magician. "What about wizards."
"They came looking for an amulet I lent to him," Kazul said, "and they killed him for it."
"Wizards! Wizards killed my brother!"
"It appears that way," Morwen said softly as she put her hand on Telemain's shoulder.
"I know this is hard for you, but he died bravely," Kazul said. "He protected that amulet with his life, and unless you want it to be forever known that your brother died in vein I suggest you help us."
"Help you do what?"
"Retrieve my amulet before it's too late."
to be continued........