Title: Famous Last Words
By: Schiz
Chapter 26
In the vicinity of Bryanna
Bolts of lightened streaked across the sky jaggedly, closely followed by the roars of thunder as rain poured down upon the barren vast wasteland. A rather angled and pointed castle stood off in the distance as Mikihisa made his way trampling through the mud in his leather boots. "Stupid…rain…" he muttered under his breath. The rain pounded down on him as he trudged through the mud. He yipped as he tripped over a branch, falling face first into the mud. He sat up, wiping the mud off his face and spitting out the ghastly taste in his mouth from the wet soil. A stream of curses followed as he soon found his boot was stuck in the mud. He tugged at it trying to free it from its mud-like doom; but no effort he made was strong enough to free his poor boot from the it's muddy grave. He shouted a stream of curses at the sky, when suddenly a bolt of lightening struck the base of the tree next to him; whose root he tripped over. It began to tip over toward him. He screamed in a high pitch fashion running from the path of the falling tree. It landed on the exact spot where his boot was.
"I hate you…" he said glaring at the sky. A jagged bolt of lightening flashed threateningly across the sky. "I…um… didn't mean that." He said nervously, thinking about the last time he insulted the sky. His eyes fell on the tree. "This is your entire fault." He muttered, turning to trudge on to the castle in the distance.
As he walked on the storm got worse, as if some unknown source did not want him to reach the castle. "Why is it never sunny and happy over here?" he asked to no one in particular as he was blown back by a gust of wind. He grabbed hold of the trunk of a tree. He sighed in frustration. "Okay… on three… we're going to flit the rest of the way to the castle…" he stiffened as the wind stopped. "One… two…. …. Three!!!" He shouted letting go of the tree. Just as he let go another gust of wind blew him back, about a mile maybe. His jacket flew out and acted like a parachute. He cursed the weather again, but silenced himself when he saw the flash of lightening and continued on attempting to get to his Mistress' castle.
Hours later, Mikihisa, tired and exhausted collapsed as he walked through the castle doors. His usual spiky hair now flat and dripping wet with mud and rainwater. His once sleek trench coat now ripped in certain areas from branches of trees when he would fly back or attempt to hang on from the vicious winds. He limped to Bryanna's throne room, seeing as there was a 3-4 inch difference between each foot, considering he had lost his boot to a tree. "Bryanna… your highness…" he sighed exhaustedly. Bryanna looked at him, and turned up her nose. "I will not respond to you until you address me correctly." She stated. "But Miss Bryanna… surely you understand the struggles I have just faced to get in here…?" he pleaded. "Yes, I know them, I created them. Remember I control the weather and terrain here." She stated plainly.
"Then you would understand that I am very tired and would like to rest…" he said cautiously. "I understand." She said. He had a hopeful look as she sat up in her throne. "I just don't care." She continued; a wicked smile forming on her lips. He sighed heavily. "Very well." He said. "Now address me correctly." She said, she held her hand away from her and observed her nails from a distance. "Is that really necessary your highness?" he asked. "Huh? Did I hear something? Hmm… No, but I suppose if I had heard something it would have been a stupid big oaf with oatmeal for brains." She said. He sighed heavily. "M'laaaaaaaaaaaaaady" Her expression brightened. "Say it again!!!" she giggled with glee. He sighed again. "M'laaaaaaaaaaaaaady." He said again. She made him say it at least 10 more times before settling down. "Yes, anyway, now what?" she asked as she yawned. "I've yet to find the whereabouts of Proxime…" Mikihisa sighed.
"I know that, fool." She said. "Then why did you make me come back here?!" he demanded, mouth agape. She laughed. "To entertain me. I grow quite bored while on my own, you know. Plus the fact SOMEONE lost my crystal…" She said narrowing her eyes at him. "I told you I didn't lose it… I just temporarily misplaced it… … … in the outdoors… … … … in another town… … … while looking for Proxime…" he said, his eyes shifting. "Very well." She said. She reached into the pocket of her white dress and threw it at him. "Lose this one, and I shall have your nuts for it." She said eyeing him. "And you know that's not a threat. It's a promise." She grinned. He shivered imagining the pain he'd endure if he lost this crystal. "Yes M'laaaaaaaaaaaaaady" He responded. She giggled with glee again. "Say it again!!!" she shouted. He did for another 20 rounds. "Now… go forth and find Proxime… or Aimee. You know wherever Aimee is Proxime is bound to be." She said. He sighed. "Yes your highness." "It should be easier this time, even for someone with your brain capacity." She continued. "I've given you… EMERALD CRYSTAL 9.0 OPTIMIZED!!!" She shouted as she threw her arms out, thunder roared outside, echoing and rumbling off the walls in a dramatic fashion. "You can search for anything and almost every time find it. Have fun." "How does it work?" he asked.
She sighed in frustration. "Alright, so… basically… you say what you're looking for while holding the crystal tight in your hands… then it floats up and points you in the direction…you follow it as it floats and viola it's like a little robot only it's a bewitched jewel." She said. "Then why not use a robot?" he asked. "…Because I'm technologically challenged and jewels are prettier and shinier and sparkly. There. Now don't question my genius! Be gone with you or I shall have your Peni…" she barked. (yes I mean peni.) He began to walk away. "Before you leave…" she began, he stopped and turned to face her. "I want you to bring me back KFC on your next journey back here… I demand the fried chickeny goodness of the cornel sanders." She commanded. Nodding, he skittered out quickly into the night, and back into the violent storm.