Welcome back everyone. This story will jump forward five years, I need to get back to this. Enjoy and review.
The Desperado of Wilusa
Five years had passed since Mumm-Ra's final defeat and so it was that things changed all over Third Earth. There was much peace in the world yet in the Wilusan Evabon territories, there were outlaws.
Brigid now dressed in a green linen tunic that went down to her ankles, put her veil on as she looked into a glass. It was a strange Thunderan thing but Brigid found it useful. Being from an Evabon clan that had been converted to the Thunderan beliefs she had been introduced to some Thunderan oddities. The glass was one such thing, something used to look at one's self. Upon finding it difficult to put on her veil while holding the glass, Brigid put the glass down.
"Brigid? Where are you?"
"I'm in here, Kit!"
Kit came walking in to the room. Her own attire had changed somewhat but not much, looking like a combination of her own attire and Cheetara's attire during the Mumm-Ra war. Some of the ThunderCats were in Wilusa and so it was that Kit and Brigid were spending time together.
"I have never understood why you started wearing that thing." Commented Kit.
"And I can never understand why you tie your ears up like that." Returned Brigid. This exchange caused both to laugh. They were both a bit more quick of wit with their interactions, in contrast to Kat and Balor whose interactions weren't. Thinking of ways to counter each other's comments was a favorite pastime for them, it helped to keep them alert. It had been something they had done since the Mumm-Ra war when there had been much danger and staying alert had been an importance. "Do you know where Balor is?"
"Fighting Ekoto."
"What? Why?" That was completely unlike Balor, usually he tried to be as peaceful as possible.
"Ekoto called him by-blow and when that did nothing he called Balor's mother a camp follower." That explained much. Balor was misbegotten and he accepted that but his mother had been defiled by Pwyll and thus was not a camp follower. It was an insult that Balor could not stand.
"Who was winning?"
"Last I checked neither were having any advantages with their wooden swords." Kit looked down and started to tap her foot. Ultimately, she looked up after a few seconds. "You want to go for a walk?"
"And get out of here?" asked Brigid. "Of course!"
A shadow appeared in the doorway, that of some freakish looking creature that looked like the missing link between Evabon and Komrev. It was a man, one that was crudely dressed, and looked as awful as trespass. His skin was green, was covered in dark brown fur and stood at a height of nine feet.
"I desperado of Wilusa…" Said the Komrev-Evabon, his voice sounding like he was unaccustomed to speaking. "You come with me…"
Brigid and Kit both looked at each other and then walked over to the Komrev-Evabon. They would humor him and perhaps learn something about this so-called "Desperado of Wilusa."
Once far from Wilusa, the Desperado struggled with tying Kit and Brigid's hands and feet. It was embarrassing for a kidnapper to be so amateurish especially since the captives were not even struggling. Both had been bound before but just watching the Desperado attempt to try and bind their hands and feet together was pure torture.
"This is taking forever." Commented Brigid, sarcastically.
"But Brigid it has only been five minutes." Responded Kit; equally as sarcastic.
"Really? Feels like six!" The two girls laughed, the Desperado not even noticing. He was too busy with trying to tie their hands together. By the time the sixth minute had rolled around, the Desperado had successfully if not poorly bound their hands and feet.
"Walk!" The Desperado waved a long arm in some vaguely southwest direction. Brigid and Kit were not going anywhere. "Why you not walk?"
"You haven't given our feet enough room to move without causing us to fall down." Pointed out Kit. The Desperado really did not seem like the kind of person to think things through.
The Desperado walked a bit in the direction he had vaguely waved his arm in and then walked back towards Kit and Birgid. He looked rather confused. It seemed like the wheels in his head were turning but probably not at any fast pace.
"You could carry us." Suggested Brigid, not in a sarcastic manner but a helpful one. The Desperado picked up Brigid with both hands only to look at Kit still standing there. He was looking right at here and didn't notice Kit rolling her eyes. "Try carrying us with one arm each."
The Desperado took his two captives to a bumpy coteau. There really wasn't anyone there. Just them. Kit and Brigid both looked around and then looked at the Desperado who untied them and pat them both on the head.
"This good game." He said. "Ta tu bean alainn." Brigid smiled. That had been nice of him to say. His trade language might not have been good but his Evabonese was perfect if not rather lacking in accent. "I Aethelred go home now, you go home too." The Desperado, Aethelred turned around and started to walk away until he stopped in his tracks. "Mother…" Aethelred collapsed and started to scream. "Mother! Mother! Where are you?" His great body shuddered and then he was still. Kit and Brigid both walked over to him and saw that he was dead.
Brigid placed closed Aethelred's still open eyes and kissed his brow. He had not been as bad as one would have thought.
"I've made my decision." Said Brigid.
"Decision?" asked Kit, confused about the sudden change of subject. "What decision?"
"Tomorrow I shall leave in search of my mother."
"Alone?"
"If I must be."