Dalamar Nightson: Hehe, Inigo is so awesome! -Places hand over heart- But if it weren't for Buttercup, Westley would've reigned. XD Prince Humperdink isn't so bad either, just a bit power-hungry, is all. :P Oh, and The Albino, he's awesome too!
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Chapter 7 "Sanity's End"
"Pies can't have babies."
-White Ninja, White Ninja Throws a Pie.
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Nuitari dropped by at Solunari's moon. The god of white magic had missed two meetings in a row. Poker night and Laser Tag night. (In which Luni bested Nui fourteen out fifteen on both occasions.) Nuitari was slightly wary. Was Sol plotting something?
"Solunari?" he called out and knocked on the front door.
"Nui? Oh! Come in, its not locked."
Nuitari prodded the door open with his foot. It swung open. He half expected a bucket filled with iced water to pour down in front of him. There was nothing. Nuitari walked briskly through and peered in each room until he found his cousin.
Solunari was sitting in front of a large orb that was surround by several rows of tiny orbs. Nuitari thought it resembled the W.U.S.S. Fairy's compootah. He edged closer and studied the large orb. Pictures were flashing and moving and there were quite a few small boxes that listed spells. One of the boxes read:
Rein Astoria (Elf)- White Robe- Minor- Light Spell - Accept or Decline?
Sol hastily tapped the Accept button and moved on to the next box.
"Oooh," Nuitari said, "So that's what you've been doing…"
The light god nodded, "Yeah. Sorry about missing Laser Tag night. I keep on forgetting how tedious it is to have a mage of your order be Head of the Conclave. I'm a bit behind this week."
"Par-Salian?" Nui asked, looking at a box. It showed the Head of the Conclave teaching an outdoor lesson with a group of young mages that had just recently passed the Test.
"Yah."
"Demanding little bastard, isn't he?"
"You bet."
Solunari cleared the mess of pop-ups and leaned back against his chair. He briefly closed his eyes. Nuitari inspected the compootah look-alike. The Dark God's method for maintaining order was significantly different from Sol's.
"How does this work?"
Sol opened one eye and grinned, "Oh, you haven't seen this before? I can't blame ya. It's the latest stuff out now. W.U.S.S. has the most current version. Much faster and simpler. You see this spell request? I can either accept or decline spells or when I'm not around, I can put it on auto."
Nuitari was lost. "Oh," he said faintly, "can I try?"
"Do you think I'm stupid or something?" Sol sprang up and hugged the giant orb protectively, "I'm not trusting you."
Nuitari inwardly cursed.
"How about a break then?" he soothed, "You must be tired… or how about we play a game?"
Solunari swayed, "Weelllllll…."
"Just for a few mintures… It won't hurt…"
Solunari shook his head and crossed his arms, "Sorry. This is a BIG responsibility. I can't abandon-"
"OH MY GOSH!" Nui cried.
"What?" Sol screamed back.
"LUNI BAKED CUPCAKES!"
"Oh, no way… Nah-uh. You lie?" Solunari's eyes were wide, "CUPCAKES?"
"HECK YES. Let's go!" Nuitari crouched low and took a step towards the door, "RACE YA THERE! NO MAGIC! WINNER GETS ALL!"
"YOU'RE ON!" Solunari jumped up, "THOSE CUPCAKES ARE MINE!"
"ONETWOTHREE, GO!" Nuitari hollered. Solunari took off.
Nuitari saw a streak of white light racing towards Lunitari's home.
"Idiot.." The god of dark magic said as he took up Solunari's chair. He looked up at the big orb. He had no clue what to do. He tapped around.
Password protected.
Nuitari blinked. Whatever the hell that meant.
Suddenly there was a pop up.
"A request?" Nui asked himself, "From Par-Salian? Erm. Gee. What should I do…" His finger hovered over the accept button. He eyed the screen where it showed Par-Salian demonstrating the light shield to the class….
oOo
Par-Salian nodded as each student successfully preformed the fireball spell. The whole class was doing very nicely. Except for…
"I would use a little more fur if I were you!" He called out to a slightly charred mage.
"-kali Jalaran!" finished the student meekly, who knew it was too late to do anything now.
There was a muffled explosion and a pitiful yelp. A few minutes later, everyone was huddled in a group discussion. Some looked quite pale.
"…and now we all know why it's important to know how much a 'pinch of fur' really is…." Par-Salian drawled, "… not 'half a pinch' as did Peter so carelessly thought."
"…May the gods bless his poor soul." The students chorused obediently.
"I will teach you the Shield spell next." The Head mage continued.
"A bit too late for that, really…" muttered Peter, who was bleeding and twitching on the ground. No one paid him any attention. The poor mage dragged his burnt body off to the medical ward.
"I will show you the affects of the Shield. I will need a volunteer. Anyone?"
Everyone eyed a red-robed mage who was known to have a bit of kender blood in him. He raised a hand. The hand was shaking.
"Um… I will…" Flen squeaked and hesitantly stepped forward.
"Right then." Par-Salian said cheerfully, "Stand right there. I want you to cast a fireball at me."
Flen's face brightened. "Come again?" he asked, just to make sure he heard correctly. Par-Salian nodded.
"I can't show you the Shield's affect without something to affect it with."
"Oh, alright. Here's it goes, Master. …Ast kiranann Soth-aran/Suh kali Jalaran!" The red robed mage said gleefully and threw a ball of sulfur at Par-Salian. It exploded…
oOo
Nuitari contemplated for a bit.
"Stupid Par-Salian has been working poor Sol to death," he muttered, "Hogging all his magic… One little missed spell won't hurt. He's teaching a class anyway. He doesn't really need it…"
Nuitari tapped the 'decline' button….
oOo
"Holy Nuitari, I think you killed him," shrieked a black robed student. She clutched Flen's shoulders and shook the dazed mage.
"That was bloody awesome…" he giggled, still feeling the ecstasy of casting a magic spell, "Hehe, get it? 'Bloody'? As in… all the blood… over there… tee-hee…"
He pointed at a burnt lump that was supposedly Par-Salian and cackled hysterically.
Several of the white robes had already fainted.
"Oh god, the lump is moving!" Someone screamed.
That sent everyone running off in different directions (the fainted and presumably dead excluded).
oOo
Solunari came back home very upset. Lunitari did not have any cupcakes. It turned out that she had two of her friends over, a young demigod that Sol privately thought was very pretty and Nuitari's twin sister, Zeboim. Worse than that, he came in right when they were painting their nails.
It was like walking into a pack of hungry wolves wearing a tuxedo made out of steak.
Thrusting his red-colored nails out of sight within his robes, Solunari entered his house. Nuitari was as good as dead.
"Oh Nui…" Solunari crooned, hiding a butcher knife the size of Sancrist behind his back, "Where are you…? I have… cupcakes..."
There was no answer.
"I know you're here…" Sol continued gaily, fingering the giant blade, "I can sense you as easily as you can sense-"
He dropped the butcher knife.
Nuitari glided in front of him and threw his arms out for a hug.
"Get it off, get it off!" Solunari squealed, struggling from the embrace.
"Oh my dear cousin," Nuitari said in a mellow voice, "I'm terribly sorry that I have tricked you. It wasn't very nice of me and I do apologize from the bottom of my heart. I will bake a special batch of cupcakes just for you."
Solunari's jaw dropped. He backed away and whispered, horrified, "What have you done with Nui?"
"It turns out, in fact, the great Par-Salian was…severely injured … on… accident."
Solunari picked up his knife. "Oh, so that's it."
"..but I managed to heal him," Nuitari said quickly, "You can see for yourself. I didn't do anything else. Plus, Luni said I could ridicule your mages…" He right eye started to twitch and he sniggered evilly.
Solunari lowered his knife and glared at Nuitari uneasily.
"I'll just leave now…" Nuitari started walking quickly away. His right eye was still twitching and every two steps he would utter a small, but unnerving giggle.
"W-wait… Nui. Are you… okay?"
"Never been better, Sol…"
"Are you sure?"
"Do you want another hug?" Nuitari whirled around and gave Solunari the world's most cheesiest smile.
"Stop scaring me!" Sol screamed and slammed the door shut on Nui.
In Nuitari's home… Later that evening… morning… or whatever…
Nuitari was curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth on his bum. Every three rocks he would giggle madly.
"I found it…" He said, grinning insanely to no one in particular. A piece of parchment appeared in front of him and he scribbled all over it. "Must plot… evil… hehe…"
Making Par-Salian unable to work his magic awoken something in Nuitari. He saw a whole new world open up to him.
Pranks.
He was addicted. He never pulled a major prank on anyone besides Solunari. It wasn't his place to, anyway. Sol was the innocence, wasn't he? Sol pulled pranks all the time… Nuitari had often wondered why it was so fun.
But now he knew.
"I must monitor myself, however…" Nuitari reasoned out loud, feeling the chilling sensation die down, "It's so perfect… I can do anything I want…" His eyes sparkled.
"They can't stop me… they promised…" he sang a random melody, "I will humiliate every damned white and red robed mage… they can't do anythiiiiing about it…!"
End chapter.
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