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Chapter 8: Part Two
Jorgen felt relieved that Turbo Thunder was no longer in Fairy World, spouting outrageous tales of how the Darkness had returned. He had checked, and well, it hadn't. There was no sign of the Darkness, or it's servants, the Eliminators. The Darkness was defeated. Turbo Thunder did not need to stir Fairy World into a panic. Magical panics sometimes were dangerous, and Jorgen didn't want to deal with one. That was why he exiled Turbo Thunder.
The Lead Eliminator felt joyful that the Darkness didn't pick them up. He had always resented the Darkness' control, and how it prevented him from unleashing his full eliminating potential. If the Darkness (or magical creatures that saw their effects) named them Eliminators, why couldn't the Darkness let them eliminate stuff? Let them use the mechanical bloodlust that ran through their circuits? Let them have an empire of their own, instead of being the slaves of a flying shadow?
Now, that wasn't a concern. Now, the world was what they made of it. Now, they could destroy the world at whim, and get more use out of their laser gun arms.
This would be fun.
However, the Eliminator had lived for eons, and in those eons, he had learned that shoot-destroy-evil laugh wasn't often the best method to rule the world. He needed a plan, or at least some subtlety.
If he were Norm the Genie, he would have he groaned. However, robots don't groan, or have the mordant personality of that genie.
The Lead Eliminator didn't want a plan. He wanted to destroy stuff NOW! Nevertheless, he supposed that could wait.
Jorgen BOOMed to the Cave of Destiny. He wanted to check the Cave Prophecy, because Fairy World felt wrong. Like Eliminators. He didn't want that to be true, and he wasn't interested in seeing if it was, but as the sadistic-sometimes-benevolent leader of the fairies, and enforcer of Da Rules, he had to. Sometimes being a leader was more of a punishment than a privilege.
Jorgen looked at the Cave Prophecy. Nothing had changed. The Prophecy was already fulfilled. If so, why'd did Fairy World feel like Eliminators?
Jorgen brushed a further part of the cave wall.
PART TWO: How to Find the Second Wand
He BOOMed up a magic scrub bush, and washed more of the dust of the wall. The wall, just like the last one, had cave paintings on it.
He saw a painting of fireballs hitting a pink planet. He supposed the planet was Yuggotamia. The fireballs were probably signs of the Darkness. Timmy Turner getting sucked into an Eliminator, and a filthy genie doing nothing to stop it. Typical of them. A sexy female warrior in a spaceship with a Yuggotamian. Timmy Turner on a dark blue planet, holding a Wand in a crystal scabbard. He also spotted a painting of the Red Ninja, but it different than he had heard it would look. Less round. Weird.
Jorgen supposed that he had to tell Turner, and groaned.