Adventures in Narnia
Ch. 4 The Art of Cloning
The giant sneered in the moonlight. It was dark outside- too dark to see anything. The moon was the only source of light, and even that was being covered by the trees and the clouds. A wolf howled in the moonlight, and you could hear the evil being conducted.
"Wikkabrik, you promised that it would be done!" the giant, named Bombu, roared.
"Quiet, Bombu! It will be done, as the Jadis wishes! Yes, I will do it! Modern science is at my side," Wikkabrik, a dwarf (and the brother of Ginnabrik) reassured him.
Bombu held a knife to his throat, "We have very little time, Wikkabrik, and you know this well. Or should I REMIND you?" Bombu laughed evilly.
"I KNOW we have very little time! All I need is some of the Queen's blood- the rightful queen, mind you, not one of those annoying children. Other than that, I have everything I need."
"And HOW am I supposed to rob her grave, when it is so closely guarded by those annoying Aslan-lovers?" Bombu roared.
"By dressing as a nice giant. That shouldn't be too hard for you. And say that Peter himself ordered you to check the body for something medical or whatnot, and you needed a blood sample."
"Oh, but how could I prove that?" Bombu rolled his eyes.
"Here," Wikkabrik handed Bombu a sheet of parchment, "One of my talents is forgery. It even has a genuine seal of Narnia on it. Just show them this, and you'll get the blood."
"Is there anything else you need? Because if this doesn't work, Wikkabrik," Bombu sneered and once again held his knife to Wikkabrik's throat, "It's your life that must pay the price."
"Don't worry, this has been done millions of times in a world that I've been to, called Sarmania," Wikkabrik laughed, "and they're almost there on Earth, where our new 'leaders' are from."
"How have you been to these worlds, anyway?" Bombu lowered his knife.
"By means of two magic rings that I found in my backyard one morning. But don't ask me to take you: I believe it is an ancient, dark magic. I've only been to two worlds, and I dare not use those rings again."
"Very well. But remember your warning, Wikkabrik. Your life is in your hands, make use of it," and with that, Bombu was gone.
The Satyr, named Baakalum, stared off into the cloudy sky. He was sent to watch the mound of dirt covering the witch's body called a grave, to make sure no one took it out so that no one could possibly resurrect her. It was dull work, watching that grave. He'd love to take a day off, but the High King Peter wouldn't hear of it.
So that was why he was forced to stand outside on that cloudy, humid day. A day that was definitely saying "Look, Baakalum! It is going to rain, and the fact that you just got cleaned up after the battle of Beruna isn't going to stop it! Oh no, it's going to rain on your fancy new guard's outfit! Ha ha!"
Baakalum grumbled as he felt the first droplet of water splash his nose. He continued to grumble as he pulled out his watch tent, which he used to sleep under at night when he had night duty, and tried to get comfortable as it started to pour.
They were big, fat water droplets, falling fast and falling hard. A clash of thunder was heard in the distance, and the more it rained the more Baakalum became cranky. Ooh, he was ready to just commit mutiny and walk off!
It was then the giant came. It was a big giant, three times the size of Baakalum. He knew the giant could kill him at any time, so Baakalum decided to be nice.
"Why are you here, oh Giant? Do you have business here?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. The name is Bombu, and I have an order from High King Peter himself to collect a sample of the witch's blood for testing. Here is the notice if you need it," and Bombu handed Baakalum the notice.
Baakalum read it not once, not twice, but three times before he was entirely convinced. Handing back the notice to Bombu, he nodded his head in the direction of the grave.
"Only a little bit, and be careful: Dirt and water doesn't mix."
Bombu laughed and walked over. Baakalum heard as he dug frantically, and heard him give a gasp of satisfaction as some of the witch's blood came out, and cover up the hole again. He walked back over to Baakalum then, and nodded in thanks.
"Thank you. Long live Aslan," he said.
"Long live Aslan!" Baakalum laughed as Bombu went away, and the rain continued to pour even harder.
"Here is the Queen's blood, and I feel like a traitor giving it to you. Why, the Queen would never have liked to be pierced in the side!" Bombu sneered as he handed Wikkabrik the vile filled with red-brown liquid, like puke mixed with blood. Wikkabrik was standing over a bubbling cauldron, adding hundreds of different plants and muttering to himself.
"At last! The final piece of the puzzle! Well done, Bombu. Gather the faithful; we shall need everyone here for her rebirth!"
"How long will do I have once you put the blood in, Wikkabrik?" Bombu asked.
"About two days, is that the time you need? I wouldn't want to keep the potion going, the longer we wait to add the blood the weaker our reborn witch is."
"Two days is just enough. Add the blood now, Wikkabrik," Bombu laughed evilly.
Gently, like a cook adding that final ingredient to make his dish superb, Wikkabrik tapped the blood into the cauldron, pouring the whole vial in. The cauldron sputtered and bubbled, huge bubbles of a mud-like liquid arose from the cauldron. Wikkabrik laughed evilly himself then as the cauldron began to writhe and moan, he could feel the rise of the witch coming near.
"Now go, Bombu! Get them quickly! They will want to be here when the potions done, and the rightful Queen of Narnia, Jadis, is reborn!"
Bombu and Wikkabrik laughed then, and laughed for a long time before Bombu bounded through the forest. Wikkabrik leaned over the cauldron, chuckling to himself as it continued to cough and burst and flop and turn over in itself. He could hear the cackle of a witch arise in the cauldron, and knew the potion was working.
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