Ch.6: Vision of a Cure
Within his warm bedchambers, Pythor was at his desk examining the two minera crystals he had collected from the cavern under the Slither Pit Arena. He has been examining those two crystals since this morning, especially after the vision he had last night. He remembers it very well.
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Pythor opened his eyes to find himself on top of some sort of grassy plateau. The stars were shining above him in the navy blue night sky, and the wind blowing around him is a cool gentle breeze. It is a beautiful sight to behold, but…
How did he get here? He recalled falling asleep in his bed in his room…
Of course…this is all just a dream.
"A vision, actually," a voice said behind him. Pythor turned around to come face-to-face with Blessa, the Serpentine's Angelic Uniter, and her twin brother Curso, the Great Devourer.
"You have no need to fear, Pythor," Blessa said to the Anacondrai gently before he has the chance to panic. "Curso is no longer evil. Your forgiveness to him has freed him from the darkness that consumed his heart. Now he only wishes to help you."
"Help me?" Pythor asked with confusion. "With…what?"
"A cure," Curso answered him. "Something that will help young Lloyd Garmadon defeat his father and save him from the curse I placed upon him all those years ago. However, I cannot tell you the facts directly, out of fear that the one who made me evil in the first place will be spying on me."
"But…how can I make the cure if I don't know what I need?" asked Pythor.
"I will send you clues through your head-gem," Curso answered. "You will receive visions of what you need to create the cure. Once you have completed the cure, be sure to give it to Lloyd so that he can use it against his father. I will, however, give you the first clue: hear the minera." Pythor just stared at the giant entity with confusion.
"I…I don't understand."
"You will, Pythor," Blessa said to him. "But remember: in the end, Lord Garmadon's fate rests in the hands of only two beings…you and Lloyd, and you two alone. For there is be one who once served Garmadon but has betrayed him and is now plotting revenge against not only him…but Pamela as well." Pythor felt his heart jump up and get stuck in his long throat.
"Pamela? But why? Why would he want revenge against her?"
"She will tell you herself when you next meet with her again," Curso said, gently touching his nose against Pythor's head-gem. "Remember: Garmadon's fate is in your hands and Lloyd's."
Pythor was about to ask more when he felt something happening around him. Everything, even the entities themselves, were rippling around him, except for Pythor himself. The ripples became stronger as Curso and Blessa took off into the night skies.
"No!" Pythor cried, reaching out to them. "Wait!"
"Remember, Pythor," Curso said to him as a light engulfed him and his sister. "Hear the minera!" Pythor called out to them once more as the light blinded his vision.
"WAAIIT!"
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That was when Pythor woke up from his dream/vision. Throughout the day, he's been pondering over what Curso meant by his riddle. What did he mean by 'hear the minera'? Minera crystals don't make sounds…
It sounds almost like that one episode with those wild mutated turtles. Realizing he actually remembers them, Pythor rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes with a groan.
I got to stop watching all of those Saturday-morning cartoons…He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone burst through his door. He turned around with surprise to see that it was his youngest sister Vipera (or Vipie, for short).
"Big Brother," she cried, rushing up to him and hugging him at the side. "The storm's getting worse! I'm scared!" Pythor picked her up gently with a smile and settled the little Serpentine onto his lap.
"Don't worry, Vipie," he said to her softly. "The storm won't hurt us as long as we're safe inside." He then started humming to her a lullaby that his mother sang to him when he was around his sister's age. As he was, the minera crystal started to glow strangely. Vipie immediately saw this.
"Big Brother," she said, pointing at the crystals. "The crystals were glowing!" Pythor stopped humming and opened his eyes to see the glow fade from the crystals.
"What in the world…" A thought then came to his head before he set his little sister down and looked into one of the drawers.
"What are you looking for, Big Brother?" she asked, tilting her head to the side with curiosity.
"A tuning fork," he answered. "I know I have one in here before…Ah, here it is." He then took out a small tuning fork that he uses to help with Acidicus' experiments involving sounds. He then placed one of the minera crystals inside a bowl flat on its side.
"Let's see if this is what he was talking about," he said to himself and Vipie before tapping the ridge of the bowl with the tuning fork. The fork gave out a lovely note, and the crystal glowed with it. Just when it became bright enough to be a light bulb, it melted quickly into liquid form and filled up the bowl.
"It worked!" Pythor cried with a smile. "This has to be what Curso was talking about!"
"Big Brother," Vipie then cried, pointing at his head-gem. "Your head-gem is glowing!" A second later, a pale blue light seeped its way out of the gem and solidified into a scroll that floated gently into Pythor's held out hands.
"This must be my next clue," Pythor said with awe as he looked down at it. He then started to unroll it so he can read it. He stopped midway however when Skales rushed to the door.
"Pythor, you have to come with me! Quickly!" Pythor turned to him with surprise to see a distressed look on his second-in-command's face.
"What's wrong, Skales?" he asked, placing the scroll on the desk.
"Pamela has just fallen into the city in the middle of this storm! She's alive, but she's badly hurt!" Pythor felt his face become pale at the thought of his beloved ninja badly hurt.
"Where is she?!"
"She's been taken to one of the spare bedrooms," the Hypnobrai answered. "I will take you there immediately." Pythor then sped out of the room with Vipie right behind him. He can only hope that he's not too late to save his beloved Pamela.