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Chapter 4

Kunkka turned around and the sighted that greeted his eyes made him swore every single curse and oaths he had ever heard. Since Kunkka was a veteran, nay, a lifelong skimmer of the oceans, his repertoire of curses were vast indeed. Inside his arid and personal storm, Crixalis cringed as swears flow off the Admiral's tongue like water in a canteen held by a parched pilgrim. In their part, the Greevils simply cocked their head in confusion, and some, in delight.

Crixalis was not joking around when he described the Greevils. Kunkka thought to himself. Behind him was a large menagerie of Greevils. Some had stubby tails, while some had short tails. Some had large protuding eyes while others had creepily sunken eyes. They were of every hue, even! Kunkka inwardly groaned. There were bright orange ones, white, green, pitch-black, and even one of a surprisingly transluent coloring. Should this be classified as a herd? A greevil herd? No wait! I have the perfect name! A Greevil Army. Gods, the idea is cringeworthy. Yet, isn't that what's staring me in the face here? A greevil army? Oh...no...The Admirable turned around jerkily, did a bit of a twirl and sat down heavily upon the frozen ground.

"Admiral! You must drive them away from here!" grounded out the besieged scorpion. "They have in their possesion my Gem of True Sight!"

"You gave them a bloody Gem? What is wrong with you?" shouted the surprised Admiral.

"They forced it away from me!"

"Overpowered by a bunch of Greevils? Or should I say, usurped, Sand King." snorted Kunkka "Why are you even inside a sandstorm anyways, you said they had a gem."

"It helps me feel safer."

"The king scuttles off with his tail between his legs. Literally."

"Very funny Kunkka, that still does not help our present predicament!"

"Right..." Kunkka surveyed the greevils currently arrayed against them. It seemed like the only thing stopping them from throwing themselves upon the two heroes was the translucent greevil who, surprisingly enough, seemed to be their commander. "It seems like the most logical approach here is for me to distract them with my ghost ship. After that, we high-tail it out of here."

"Good plan...that is if the High Greevillych did not understand Claddish..." observed the Scorpion.

"Greevilych?"

"The see-through one."

"This...is not my day."

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS INTRUSION!" thundered a deep voice from among the grove of trees. Out stepped out a bearded man with curved, wooden horns jutting out of his head and wearing robes of woven leaf. The staff he clutched in his hand began radiating power as he surveyed the scene. The Nature's prophet's hand began to shake and his face paled as he rested his eyes upon the Greevilych. "Vermiki...VERMIKI!" Furion screamed with a passion and swung his staff into the air. Violent bursts of energy shot through the ground and struck down countless Greevils. He gestured it again and it turned a nearby grove of snow-bound trees into Treants.

"Mal...Furion...Verodicia's seedling...what...would...you ask...of...us?" The treants asked in their slow deliberating voice. Kunkka observed that their barks were already peeling and their leafs falling. Such an exertion by these trees expended their life-energies in minutes as they sacrificed themselves for the will of their Prophet.

"Trees, FRIENDS! " shouted the Prophet. Glistening tears trail their way down his pale cheeks as he observed the treants. "We have witnessed in our long, long years the coming and going of many Greevils. We have ignored this before, as it seemed but a minor and inconsequential event in our endless cycle of life. But now! NOW! Their bloodthirsty leader the Greevillych has returned! It is OUR duty to put an end to this abomination! This affront to nature!."

"Graah!" said the Greevillych. The greevils cocked their heads to one side, and looked at each other. A few seconds later, their eyes opened wide and they started salivating.

This...is not good...

"Graaahhh! Argaaaha Phraash Ssarggges! SSARGGGES PHRAASH ARGAAAHA!" . The greevils did an about face...and stampeded into the group of heroes and treants.

Kunkka did the only thing he could do. "Collision course!" he yelled.

Inside the Radiant fountain, pure chaos and pandemonium reigned after the sudden appearance and crash of the now infamous ghost of the "H.S.S Rum Gunner". Swords were being unsheathed and powers awakened as some of the more quickly-reacting Dire emissaries prepared for battle and viewed their Radiant counterparts with open hurt and distrust. Voices rang into the night as the various heroes try to settle their confusion. Things were tense, and were ripe for taut, sensible comments. Unfortunately, this was not what had happened.

"Where did that boat come from?"

"Kunkka? KUNKKKKKAAAAAAAA!"

"SHUT UP LUCIFER THAT IS MY LINE!"

"I thought you said there was a cease-fire!"

"Meepo One is having a heart attack!"

"Curious..."

"Please tell me that this is a nightmare..."

"I TOLD YOU PEOPLE AGAIN AND AGAIN, I DID NOT DO IT!"

"With the rushing roar of the spectral ship making its violent voyage from one end of the Earth to the other, my heart felt like it was going to burst apart into a thousand different pieces and scatter out all throughout the ever continuing cosmos. It was only with my bold heart and my adaptation to the endless stress and duties levied onto me as a prominent member of the Ghastly Eyrie mages that i regained control, of my soul and-"

"Did somebody say soul?"

Inwardly, Karroch sighed, dismayed at this scene. Luckily, years and years of constantly honing his voice has given it a delightfully strong volume. A volume that he had constantly put into use at the battlefield. Now, this voice came into use in an entirely different way. "EVERYONE OF YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!" He roared. A heavy, expectant silence fell upon the Radiant Fountain.

A/N: So...uh...well...I have no excuses for being late one his one guys.. Let's just say i was a bit preoccupied with everyday life.