Chapter 3:
Zel collapsed on the ground with a groan of pain. 'That Spoon is a slave driver.' He wrapped his cloak tight around his shoulders, glad that the rain had stopped again. He started to drift off to sleep when the Spoon became burning hot, glowing red in the midnight air.
"Ouch!," yelled Zel in surprise, jerking awake, "What are you doing, you stupid Spo--" A scream cut him short, a scream of terror and rage. Zel jumped to his feet and started running towards the scream, the Spoon erging him on. Another scream rent the night air. Zel came to an unnaturally lit clearing and stopped sharp on its edge, staring at the scene before him.
A temple lay in front of him, its shape and color constantly changing. Only a carving above the temple doors did not change, a female sitting crosslegged with an insane grin on her face and eyes that seemed to hold a forest in them. Behind her knelt three indistinct figures, cloaked, with pins bearing a three-pointed star, a star the also graced the person in front of the temple. "The High Priestess of the Mad Goddess," whispered the Spoon in his mind. The Priestess glowed with green light, fighting to protect her temple from the endless army of mazoku arranged against her.
"Let me guess," whispered Zel, "those are the mazoku you want me to kill, aren't they."
"Of course they are," murmurred the Spoon, "The Goddess laughs. Go with her blessing."
Zel raised an eyebrowand then grin ferally. He pulled out the Spoon. "Bring it on."
Zel collapsed on the ground with a groan of pain. 'That Spoon is a slave driver.' He wrapped his cloak tight around his shoulders, glad that the rain had stopped again. He started to drift off to sleep when the Spoon became burning hot, glowing red in the midnight air.
"Ouch!," yelled Zel in surprise, jerking awake, "What are you doing, you stupid Spo--" A scream cut him short, a scream of terror and rage. Zel jumped to his feet and started running towards the scream, the Spoon erging him on. Another scream rent the night air. Zel came to an unnaturally lit clearing and stopped sharp on its edge, staring at the scene before him.
A temple lay in front of him, its shape and color constantly changing. Only a carving above the temple doors did not change, a female sitting crosslegged with an insane grin on her face and eyes that seemed to hold a forest in them. Behind her knelt three indistinct figures, cloaked, with pins bearing a three-pointed star, a star the also graced the person in front of the temple. "The High Priestess of the Mad Goddess," whispered the Spoon in his mind. The Priestess glowed with green light, fighting to protect her temple from the endless army of mazoku arranged against her.
"Let me guess," whispered Zel, "those are the mazoku you want me to kill, aren't they."
"Of course they are," murmurred the Spoon, "The Goddess laughs. Go with her blessing."
Zel raised an eyebrowand then grin ferally. He pulled out the Spoon. "Bring it on."