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Vanilla

Postby Kodabomb » Sat Mar 15, 2014 11:34 pm

This chapter is written from Vanilla's point of view. <33
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A completely hidden platform at the very end of the room lifted us up, through another hidden hole on the ceiling. Loud, scraping stone was all that could be heard as we were brought up, up, up, through the dark hole above us and into whatever nightmarish room lay ahead of us. Or above us. Or… something.
We didn’t say anything as we went up. All of us were still pretty shaken from witnessing and confronting our worst fears, of all of us I though Emma was the worst. She kept looking at the ground and walls and ceiling and me. George kept looking at his non-existent spider bite on his butt as if it was suddenly going to poison him.
We arrived momentarily in a slightly more bright room than we’d previously encountered. It seemed smaller, and very empty. Nothing was there, making me even more suspicious than before. The platform stopped moving and we instantly leapt off it, before it sank back into the floor and sealed with the same floor material as the current room like the elevator pit didn’t even exist. There was no turning back.
“What’ll happen in here?” asked Viperia. Her voice just sort of fell out, not echoing at all on the light-emitting large-tile room. It contained nothing by the five of us.
“No clue.” I replied. I walked the box-like room and touched the cold wall with my palm, feelings along it. My fingers went up, then into the air and not quite brushing the low ceiling over us.
“It’s a gas room. Guys, we can’t escape, WE’RE GOING TO DIE!” screeched George.
“Argh!” growled Hudson. He reached up and closed his hands around the Pegasus’s mouth.
“We are not. This dungeon, though it’s possible to get killed, is not designed to really kill us. Trial us.” I spat at him. His eyes still glared at me over Hudson’s arm.
“Hey, did you guys know we forgot the sword?” Emma whined. I pressed the ball of my hand into an eyeball.
“It doesn’t matter, it was just something I conjured,”
“But you wouldn’t be able to recreate that.” She argued. “That was practically a one-off of the entire world.” The vampire pouted. I sighed. I honestly didn’t care. I just wanted to know what this dungeon room was for.
But suddenly, there was a strange, indescribable noise, and I stumbled back toward the others. I fell and Vipe sort of caught me, and I stood straighter, as something appeared. It was a being, making me more wary.
It was a sheep. A rainbow sheep, with eyes that stared us down the second it appeared out of this air. The sheep didn’t have the nervous, jittery sort of appearance or expression of other sheep, but a dangerous and very serious one instead.
“What do you want?” asked Emma flatly, looking at it intrigued.
“I am the Quiz. Each of you will answer one question, passing you through to the next room. This trial shall be a swift one if you – the answerers – are clever enough.” Said the sheep, his voice harsh and gravelly.
“What? Freaking CRAP…” muttered Viperia, grabbing her fringe in a tightly-locked fist and pulling it. “I’m stupid as… as… UGH!”
“I can’t say I’m any better.” Strained Hudson.
“Who will go first?” said the Quiz with total disregard for those statements.
“Me.” Said Vipe, panting from stress. “Get it over and done with.” The Quiz nodded slowly.
“First, I need tell you that no cheating is permitted. No whispering, hinting, signing. The answer comes from you.” He told us. “First question for you, water fairy. What is the scientific name for the batgoat?”
“Man, these are real questions?” grumbled Vipe, tugging her shorts. “OK, um… Give me time.”
The batgoat nodded. I instantly knew the answer, but had no clue how much school Vipe actually flunked.
“I’ve got it! Damn, biology was an alright subject. The answer is chiroptera capra aegagrus.” Said Viperia. I let out a huge huff of breath, clutching my heart from relief. I couldn’t believe she knew that, but I was so freaking happy she did. I shot her a wide grin that she returned whilst wiping sweat from her face.
“Correct.” Replied the Quiz with a nod. “Next?”
“I’ll go.” Said George. I was pretty sure I could count on him, but I didn’t actually know the breadth of Pegasus education.
“Very well, Pegasus.” Said the Quiz. “Your question; what is the name of the founder of the werewolf kingdom?”
I could feel George’s tension, but didn’t question his ability to get the answer. His brow was deeply creased, as though he was almost confused, staring at the floor while the Quiz looked upon him like a bird of prey. A second later, however, George had it.
“The answer is – there was no founder. The werewolf kingdom was created when all the werewolves were banished from the realms of the unicorns and alicorns, thus forcing them into their own company and founding instead solid rivalry.” Replied George. The Quiz nodded, and I clapped my hands briskly together as I smiled at George. He breathed heavily and blinked to acknowledge me.
“Correct. Next?” said the Quiz, looking at all of us with a focused gaze.
“I’ll go.” Said Hudson quietly, almost so quiet that it seemed the Quiz wouldn’t be able to hear him. But instead, the rainbow sheep inclined a slow nod. Hudson stepped forward a little, defensively holding his body as the Quiz examined him a moment.
“Your question, animal human.” He said. Man, this guy could read minds. “How is a vampire created?”
“What? No, are you serious?” demanded Emma suddenly. The Quiz’s look slid over to her and drilled into her eyes. “Hey, Hudson,”
“No cheating.” Spat the Quiz, flicking one of his ears and continuing to glare at her whilst Hudson started to hyperventilate. He harshly rubbed his arms and bit his lips, sweat dribbling down his face.
“Uh, um,” he stuttered.
“Hudson,” hissed Emma. I whimpered, terrified that perhaps they would cheat, and the Quiz would notice… but surprisingly, as Emma still stared into the eyes of that rainbow sheep and held the gaze right there, she stretched out her left hand into Hudson’s view. On her hand, the side of it, halfway between her wrist and knuckles were two little scars. Bite-marks. That was her hint. They were cheating, but the Quiz hadn’t noticed yet.
Now all Hudson had to do was figure out the rest past the biting.
But that was passed in a second. His brown eyes lit up and I knew he’d realized – he must have learned it somewhere.
“Uh, a, another vampire has to bite the victim. And, uh, the poison… I know this! The poison is injected by choice of the vampire. They can like either just casually bite them or bite to turn them vampire. And then the poison takes over, but the victim can only be turned if they’ve been pre-bitten and then go outside on a full moon.” He gasped. “Is that, uh, right?”
The Quiz considered him for a moment and I held my breath, clutching the front of my dress as he looked into Hudson’s sweating face. Could he actually read minds? Or was his assumption of him being an animal human just obvious…
“Correct.” He said. I let out my breath in a huff of wind, releasing my dress and shuddering. I looked at Emma and she sort of winked at me, before looking at the Quiz.
“Me next.” She said confidently.
“Alright, vampire.” Replied the Quiz, shuffling his large weight and looking at her with the same inquisitive but interrogating eyes. “Your question – how long does a fairy have to be schooled for until he or she can fully graduate magic school?” he asked.
Oh crap. I looked at Emma, actually really worried. Maybe I was originally confident in her knowledge, being the second oldest of our group next to Bob, but how much did she know about fairies? Vampires and all the other demonic figures of the vampire kingdom despised fairies.
I knew the answer – I’d spend all the required seven years at advanced magic school to become a doctor, but I assumed Emma didn’t know it was seven years. She’d have to use logic.
It shouldn’t be too hard. If she considered well enough, it would be evident that I would start on my eleventh birthday and finish on my eighteenth birthday. I crossed my fingers behind my back.
“I, uh…” she made eye contact with me. I raised my eyebrows and widened my eyes, trying to show her the answer would be obvious… it took her a few seconds until she returned the expression.
“Seven years.” She said.
She did it! I let out a tiny squeal and grinned at her, Emma flicking up the corners of her mouth. I could tell she was really nervous.
“Correct.” Replied the Quiz. When his look finally came to me, he looked almost tired of dealing with us. I shivered and looked at his weird eyes. What would he ask me? Would I know? How much did I know? I sniffed – mentally telling myself to calm down as I rubbed my hands together in front of me, looking at the Quiz with confidence on my face. “Your question, fairy. What was your Pegasus companion thinking of five minutes ago?”
My jaw dropped, and I could almost hear Viperia’s and George’s drop too. Emma and Hudson looked at each other, and I stared at the Quiz with an expression of shock and utter disgust that I couldn’t even breathe. Vipe looked at him in loathing.
“How can you ask something like that? REASONABLE QUESTIONS, YOU IDIOT!” she screeched, stomping forward just once on her long legs to tower over the Quiz.
“It’s reasonable. Friends know what each other are thinking, right?” said the Quiz flatly.
“FRIENDS CAN’T READ FREAKING MINDS!” raged Vipe. I held out a hand to try and calm her but she completely ignored me.
“If you can’t answer the question, you cannot pass, and will remain in this room for the remainder of your mortal,” suddenly the Quiz was cut off.
A huge smashing sound blasted through my ears, hurting my brain and then my body as a large figure came hurtling at me and slammed me into the wall to my left. I grunted in agony, my arms hurting, and I looked up to see Emma over me and George just behind her, swearing repeatedly as a piece of rock was on his leg.
“WHAT?” I yelled over the dying noise, trying to shuffle up. But Emma was pinned by a huge rock and I was pinned under her, neither of us able to move as we tried to figure out what was going on. My ears rung.
“The ceiling, it…” Emma groaned.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Yeah, but, the ceiling collapsed.”
I tried to see past her, watching George flail his wings and legs to rid himself of the big piece of ceiling or wall or whatever it was. I soon saw Vipe, standing in shock as nothing had touched her. The Quiz was nowhere to be seen, and I was desperately hoping perhaps he was killed or something. I would have smirked at that thought, but as the shock began to clear I realized just how much pain I was in, my shoulder probably fractured and the weight of Emma and the rock quite a lot for me to comprehend.
The room that used to be white and square and neat was completely smashed to bits and now dark, full of rock.
“Bob!” I suddenly heard Hudson’s voice yell. I gasped – he was alright. Everybody was fine. But Bob? I looked frantically around as Emma tried to remove herself from under the rock and on me.
“You guys? Man, I found you!” I suddenly heard a familiar voice cry in what could have been delight, but it was Bob so it sounded sort of neutral.
“Bob! Dude, what happened?” asked Viperia, and all of a sudden Emma was able to remove the rock and I could breathe properly. It toppled away and she floated off me, shooting an apologetic frown. I sat up and winced, grabbing my shoulder and upper arm. It hurt. I peered through the darkness and soon sighted Bob, standing on the highest peak of the mound of dungeon rocks, looking down at us with a rather mixed expression.
“I was in the room above, doing some weird trial thing… I guess, and then it frustrated me so I kind of broke everything. I may have broken a couple more rooms as well,” he trailed off, shuffling his huge tail.
“How’d you find us?” I asked, clasping a rock near me to steady myself as I tried to sit comfortably. Failing. Emma floated over and offered a hand, but I declined with a screwed nose. It wouldn’t do me much good.
“Oh, coincidence.” Sighed Bob.
“Good timing.” I muttered with a smile though it turned to a grimace. “Stupid Quiz,” Bob looked at me, puzzled, but I watched him shrug it off.
“Come with me to the other rooms. I’m pretty sure I destroyed anything nearby and in the room I was just in so…” the dragon reached down his long, purple tail, and wrapped it around Hudson’s abdomen, pulling him up next to him. Hudson stumbled but managed to crouch steadily on the boulder of ceiling. Viperia fluttered up, and Emma came down to help me. She grabbed both my hands and pulled me up, and I couldn’t suppress the moan of agony from my left shoulder and upper arm.
“Sorry.” Mumbled Emma, slinging my right arm over her shoulder and floating into the air, landing next to Viperia and Hudson near Bob’s shoulder.
“STUPID ROCK!” I heard George yell. I then watched a rock soar across the room and smash on one of the walls and making it crack and crumble, and surprisingly George managed to escape and lift himself in the air near us. I saw scratches all over his body, and the Pegasus coughed away an enraged expression. “Sorry. Needed to get that out. Where are we going?”
I snickered.
“I don’t know. Come on.” Muttered Bob. Hudson hesitated, but stood and mounted himself on the dragon’s back. He then flung up his muscly wings and clawed his wing talons into the stone, hauling himself upwards into the gaping hole above in the dark. I squinted but was unable to see, watching Viperia rise up after him and George follow.
“Haha, bye Quiz!” I said, by now knowing that the stupid rainbow sheep was dead or squished or - if he could teleport, that.
I then adjusted myself, my eyes flickering to Emma, before she began to float upwards behind the others. We entered the smashed hole in the ceiling, my arm clinging to Emma’s cold shoulder and my other arm throbbing in agony as it dangled limply at my side. Emma held her right arm around my waist and continued to pull us into the air.
In a moment, I heard Bob. “Over here guys!” he yelled. I gazed around in the darkness and lit up my fingers with ease, though the magic pulsing from my heart and brain to my hands stung my injuries. I was a doctor – my shoulder was definitely broken.
“Are you alright?” offered Emma quietly, lowering us to the rocky floor in the blackness of a shadowy, open room. When my feet touched the ground, I instantly let go of Emma to cradle my arm, cursing a little.
“Yeah, um, maybe,” I replied.
“I already got over this room,” started Bob.
“By smashing it,” Coughed Vipe. Bob snorted at her.
“And I think there’s an exit over here.” Finished the dragon. I huffed a little.
“It’s annoying we just don’t know what to expect. And my stupid arm is broken,” I said in frustration, beginning to follow the others as they wandered into the dark. We were quiet a seemingly extended amount of time, and our surroundings were black and empty and rather cracked from the impact Bob made. I used the dim, faltering light of my fingers to guide me over the crags.
“Here’s the tunnel,” said Viperia’s near inaudible mutter, and we went into the tunnel she indicated.
The chamber sloped upwards, the floor not smooth with bricks as stairs, but almost like a shattered cave tunnel that went in a curve up and up, preventing us from seeing around any corner straight ahead with the infuriating angle of the upwards curves.
“Oh, by the way,” said Bob, “I found the lightning sword up near the crevasse.”
I perked up. “What, really?” said Emma. Bob nodded with a grumble, indicating he didn’t appreciate stating it twice. “Where is it now?”
“Right here.” He replied. Bob’s tail lifted into the air and Emma turned to look at it. The tail was curled around the grip of the sword, and my flickering light illuminated the blade with a flash.
“Man, it’s still awesome.” Sighed Emma floating over and grasping the guard, pulling it from Bob’s tail and holding it in the air. She gazed at it in wonder and walked along beside me, stroking its edge.
“Yeah, take it. I’d have no use for it.” Muttered Bob, tone sarcastic though I knew he was serious. “Guys, stop. The door’s here, and…”
“I can smell life. Get ready to die.” Finished Hudson, putting his hands behind his head and stretching a little nervously. I let out a groan – life? Geez freaking oh my god my arm was too sore for this, I’d get killed… I needed to heal it but bone-healing with magic takes days. I stumbled up to see the door – a massive wooden thing with golden handles and a knocker. What use was the knocker? I didn’t really care. Viperia stretched out a hand and grabbed the handle.
She turned it and the door flung open forwards, revealing a black passageway that we could see only because of the single, lonely torch on the wall 100 metres down at the end. The corridor was about five metres wide and five metres tall, dark and completely empty. It was eerie – the door creaking open the rest of the way and thumping dully against the wall.
“Hmph.” Pondered Vipe, shifting her weight to her uninjured foot. I backed up a little, my heart fluttering to a point where it almost vibrated, and bumped into Emma as I tottered backwards. She nudged me forward.
“What’s the point of this?” whispered Hudson, voice delicately bouncing off the narrow walls and not carrying the length of the massive corridor.
But that’s when something appeared.
Rising from the floor but not breaking it, like floor was air, came a figure. It was about ten metres away from us, shape silhouetted strangely in the blackness.
“Ghosts?” whispered Emma.
“Nope. Just… things.” Replied George.
“Let’s fight!” yelled Vipe. I couldn’t run to grab her as laser-like magic came blasting from her hands, and the fairy went sprinting forward. I whimpered as she tossed herself into the air and came smashing down on the skull of the attacking skeleton, as more monsters began rising out of the ground. The floor became littered with bones and Viperia whooped.
“Vipe, look out!” I shrieked with my hands over my mouth.
Bob roared and galloped forwards and Vipe rolled across the floor to dodge his jet of flame. I didn’t know what kind of things were attacking, but it was a limited assortment of skeletons, zombies, headless horses and rabid eight-legged dogs.
“We have to reach the other side!” yelled Emma. She brought the sword over her head and cried out, charging forward with the weapon braced in front of her. I watched bones smash, moans die and all kinds of defenses and attacks brought back and forth. The place was constantly alight with Bob’s fire.
“Oh well,” sighed Hudson, shifting suddenly into an elephant. I watched him charge as I made a few steps forward, the arising monsters coming to attack simply being trampled by Hudson.
“Aw man, oh crappers…” I muttered in pain, clutching my arm and rushing forward, almost tripping over my dress. I sprinted through the dark corridor, focusing on the small torch at the very end. Monsters threw themselves at me, and I screamed, but the first few times they were smashed or killed or otherwise by the defenses of my friends.
“Oh my gosh!” I suddenly gasped, a humanoid zombie rising from the floor. It’s waving arms and staggering walk came toward me, filling me with terror as I stumbled backwards. My arm throbbed, and looking ahead I saw that I’d fallen behind. To my horror, the zombie was suddenly backed by a skeleton and a headless horse, making their way slowly toward me.
“HELP!” I screeched. “Go away!” I lit up my fingertips with flashing, electrified magic. It didn’t stop their mindless attack, so I just started madly throwing the electric balls of light at the face of the zombie, who toppled to the floor. The skeleton behind him, eerily and jerkily coming at me, tripped on the zombie corpse, fell, and smashed on the floor. I panted.
“Vanilla, hurry up!” Viperia’s voice echoed down the hall, as the headless horse reared. I blasted it in the neck with my magic and it crashed backwards with a unsourced death-cry.
“GAAAAAAH!” I screeched back at her in anger, just as a rabid dog launched itself at my face and I took it down a ball of lasers. I grabbed my arm, holding it in place, and ran forward whilst trying my best to balance and not trip. I couldn’t fly, as my broken shoulder prevented the attached wing from moving. I released another grunt of frustration.
But suddenly, as another zombie rose from the floor and had me in its eyeless sights, it took me by surprise and sent me toppling onto the stone floor.
“Ouch! Aagh!” I groaned, landing awkwardly on my butt, still clutching my shoulder and unable to stand. The skeleton towered over me, moving with its fragmented sways while its zombie buddies moaned and backed him up.
I panicked and fumbled, kicking my legs and trying to escape, but just hitting the wall that rendered me nowhere else to run. I bent over, grasping the hem of my dress and looking up almost tearful with panic at the skeleton. Its face flashed with orange light, outlining the cracks in the bones, every time Bob blew his fire way down at the end of the corridor.
With one tug of my right arm that sent a jolt of agony up my left shoulder, I tore the hem of my dress off all the way up to halfway down my shins. The skeleton was advancing on me, just a metre from my feet. I gathered up the ripped end of my dress and hauled up my aching body, before sprinting off down the hostile hall.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I gasped, seeing the others at the far end, gathered in a group with Bob fending off attacking monsters with ease.
“Hurry!” urged Emma.
I was ten metres off them, and as a ball of flame shot over my swiftly stooped head, I jumped down and rolled head-first across the floor. My skull smacked into the stone and my shoulder was practically roaring in pain, as I toppled under the feet of a zombie and bumped into George’s leg.
“Ow… ouch…. Crap,” I muttered, not nearly able to stand. I was dizzy as heck.
A flash of lightning followed instantly by thunder from the lightning sword dizzied me further.
“The torch is a lever,” I vaguely heard Viperia say. That was when I felt a cold hand – Emma’s – pull me up and steady me. As I heard Vipe grasp the lever, stone scraped and my body lurched, and Emma’s arm tugged my dizzy body to her front.
The wall spun around, landing us in the next hell-hole dungeon room.
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Hudson

Postby Kodabomb » Fri Mar 21, 2014 10:17 am

This chapter is written from Hudson's point of view.
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We completed the highly physical next few rooms, probably two or three but I didn’t care and didn’t place on caring. Nobody had sustained any more injuries that were already present – with Vipe’s legs bandaged like a mummy, George’s skin cut all over, Bob’s bite marks and deep wounds, Vanilla’s arm slung up with the ripped remains of her dress, my bruises from head to toe and Emma’s absolutely nothing because she was practically perfect. We were all moaning from pain and exhaustion by the time we reached a strangely bland, empty and scentless room at the bottom of a staircase.
“Bring on the traps,” sighed Vipe in defeat, aggressively limping up to George’s side and leaning against it, looking briefly at him in apology.
“No, look,” replied Vanilla, pointing forward with her uninjured arm. I glanced up, shifting out of my lazy miniature pony form back into human. It was always easier to turn back into human form – it was like releasing something instead of grasping and holding onto something like my animal forms. Excluding sloth and a few others… I was just felt purely lazy in those forms.
Vanilla was pointing to what lay like a wall at the end of the light, boring room – an enormous door with a huge keyhole in the very centre, and two keyholes one on either side of that. I furrowed my brow in confusion and definitely annoyance, looking at Viperia and Emma with a neutral expression. They sort of looked ready to king hit somebody.
“ARE YOU EVEN KIDDING LIKE WHAT THE HECK,” raged Viperia, stomping a foot and crying out sharply from the pain, only heightening her anger.
“Oh, quiet.” Muttered Bob. Emma sniffed and slammed the tip of the silver-gold sword blade into the stone, leaning against it and looking back and forward between the door and Vanilla. Both George and Vanilla were looking at the door, curiously but in understanding.
“I think we’re going to have to search for the keys.” Said George.
“A puzzle or something.” Sighed Vanilla, pressing her fingers into her eyeballs.
“I am seriously so sick of this stupid dungeon and its stupid games and its stupid everything stupid, stupid, stupid…” grumbled Viperia with utter aggravation.
“Calm yourself child,” spat Emma, slapping her over the head. Viperia shot just one look at her before smacking her right in the face, leaving a harsh red hand-mark on her white cheeks. Emma glared at her, furious, lifting a fist. Vanilla was in quite a bit of shock, so it was George who launched himself between them. Emma threw the punch before she should realize he was there, her fist pathetically coming into contact with George’s shoulder. He winced and snorted at her.
“Sorry,” mumbled Emma, folding her arms.
“Emma’s a cow.” Coughed Vipe.
“Emma’s a cow,” agreed Bob.
“Viperia and Emma are both acting like cows but neither of them are, so would you please SHUT. UP.” Snarled Vanilla, throwing her head back and releasing a tornado-growl into the air. Just for the particular spur of the moment, I shifted into a cow and looked at the girls in passivity, then mooed.
“OK, just…” Bob lumbered forward over to the enormous, wooden key door, looking at the golden key holes bluntly. “This is dumb.”
“Let’s just smash it.” Suggested Vipe. “Or burn it.”
“Oh, alright.” Shrugged Bob. He stood back and I shuffled backwards a bit, my heavy cow-weight swaying, and Bob sucked in a deep breath. The others shielded their eyes and suddenly the dragon let out an enormous jet of fire that lit up the room, hurtling into the door and splaying out like a water jet.
He continued to blow for about five long seconds, before he was out of breath. The flames stopped, and as I looked at the door, it seemed unaffected.
“What? What the,” spluttered Bob in bewilderment. “IT’S A WOODEN DOOR!” his massive, muscly tail came shooting around him, thwacking into the door but doing no damage whatsoever. Bob roared in pain.
“IT’S A FREAKING IN DESTRUCTABLE DOOR,” said Vanilla, smacking her forehead at least five time with the sole of her hand. “Well, keys it is. First, we’ll, uh, split into groups to look for them.”
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Sighed Vipe.
“Me and George, Hudson and Vipe, Emma and Bob.” Said Vanilla flatly.
“What? Why? Why those groups?” demanded Emma angrily. I shifted into human form and stood up.
“George and I have brains together, Emma and Bob have a similar way of thinking, and Vipe and Hudson,” replied Vanilla.
“Are stupid. Thanks Lady.” Said Vipe, folding her arms and staring at the door. Vanilla shot her a nasty look. “You know, that’s just another reason why the groups should be MIXED.” She hissed.
“Shut up.” Said Emma. “You’re only jealous of Lady because she’s with your bestie.”
“Vipe is NOT my bestie!” protested George with a snort.
“Whatever then! I can handle being with Hudson JUST. FINE.” Spat Vipe. She limped over to me and rested an elbow on my shoulder after I changed into a human, as though it would be a friendly gesture, but she made no effort to look at me.
“Nobody’s jealous of you,” coughed Bob from the opposite end of the room.
“Nobody’s jealous of YOU!” yelled Vipe, taking her elbow off me and glaring at the dragon.
“Hey!” cried Emma.
“Emma,” moaned Vanilla.
“Don’t EMMA me!” the vampire directed at Vanilla who held up her uninjured hand in defense. “You don’t want to go with me even after I saved your life like five times!”
“WE’RE HUNTING FOR KEYS! THESE GROUPS DON’T EVEN MATTER!” argued Vanilla. Emma looked a little hurt underneath her anger. I honestly didn’t give a crap about the groups or the situation, but I wasn’t brave enough to stop the fighting.
“Then why didn’t you put us in groups that ARE ACTUALLY FUNTIONAL!”
“BECAUSE THEY WORK BETTER!”
“They do not!”
“Well I can clearly SEE THAT!” Vanilla stomped her foot on the ground.
“I can work just fine with Hudson, I already told you this!” said Vipe, returning to me. Emma glared at her, and looking at Bob on the other side of the room, I gave him a deliberate, neutral glance.
“Whatever! Yeah, and I’ll be fine with George,” hissed Vanilla, standing straighter.
“Sure, I would much rather be with Bob than you!” Emma threw her hands into the air and stepped backwards in exhaustion.
“Finally! But now I know that you ARE being a cow, Emma, maybe you are evil! Can’t you just deal with small things like this?” cried Vanilla. Emma chomped down on her lip with angry eyes and wiped them as they tried to redden.
“This is freaking stupid,” I groaned. “We are looking for keys. They are just keys. We could just go in groups we’re happy with,”
“Shut it, Hudson. We’re happy just good, OK?” Emma’s voice sounded a little insane. “I don’t want to go with her.”
“We are arguing over an argument. Stop.” I said calmly. Four sets of eyes glared at me, and one set of dragon eyes glared at the back of Emma’s head. I held my breaths steady and tried to stop myself crumbling under the weight of those accusing stares. “Stop talking, go with your partner, and figure out this room.” I huffed as loud as I could manage, though it was scarcely a whisper. The others were quiet for a moment.
“OK, room, show us what you want!” Vipe then yelled. I grasped the handle of the bag around my shoulder with my trembling fingers, watching as Vanilla looked around in anticipation while the others shot each other nasty looks.
Then, appearing from nowhere, the walls around us changed. The walls left and right revealed themselves as large, stone panels that slid into the ceiling and uncovered two more rooms, small like indentations. A stone panel behind us then scraped its way down from the ceiling and covered the staircase, before sliding backwards to show another room-like crevice.
Then, out of the floor from each of those rooms arose a platform containing strange contraptions that I couldn’t even begin to recognize. I watched Bob walk almost nervously away from his place near where the stairs were and look around over our heads with his long neck. .
“What,” was all Vipe managed, a hard expression on her face. She balled her hands into frustrated fists but remained relatively calm.
Vanilla sort of stumbled forward to examine them. She walked over like she was trying to lean away, like they’d explode or something, looking at the strange objects on each of the stone platforms in the low-roofed wall indents. “They’re… key puzzles?”
“This one’s weird.” Said George from the opposite end of the room. I walked to his side and looked at the platform. It was a shallow, rectangular rock bowl filled with water, still shaking a little from the movement of its platform just before. There was nothing else with it except a key sitting at the bottom.
“What? Just grab it,” I started, reaching out a hand. But George’s teeth swiftly closed around my shirt neck and pulled me back, strangling me for a second. I grasped my throat as he let go, but didn’t look at him in anger. Just confusion.
“It’s probably cursed. It wouldn’t be a test otherwise.” He said gravely, walking back over the others as his clopping hooves echoed through the place.
“Well, what of the others?” I asked distantly.
“Right now it doesn’t matter. Just, get with your partner and choose a trial, work at it amongst yourselves,” replied Vanilla.
“You sound like my teacher.” Muttered Vipe. Vanilla didn’t respond and completely ignored her, though I watched her shoulders straighten and backed away from her when Vipe grasped my upper arm and dragged me to one of the key tests. The one where the staircase was.
Underneath the low roof in the wall, the room was about five metres wide and one metre across, a lot of the area occupied by the platform sporting whatever held mine and Vipe’s key. It was a wooden box. Well – that’s what it seemed at first glance. I turned briefly, wanting to ask what it was, but Vanilla and George were deep in thought at their test and Emma and Bob were spitting insults at each other.
“The box has hinges… and a lid.” Said Vipe. I turned around and watched her close her fingers around the seemingly heavy lid and pull it upwards, showing that it was a hollow box. I wondered what it contained, and when Vipe through the lid back to hit the wall she stuck her arms inside.
She made an annoyed heaving noise and wrapped her grip around whatever was in it, and when it was lifted out I snatched the heavy box off the platform and dropped it to the floor. It crashed and fell over, lid askew, and Vipe thumped its contents down on the platform.
“Ah,” she said in relief, rubbing her hands together. “What’s this?”
“Uh, a computer?” I said dumbly. She regarded me with flat eyebrows and a scowl, looking back at the computer. It was a laptop, a little rundown as computers were pretty rare. Viperia looked at it in confusion; I wondered how many computers she’d ever seen. I recognized it, because my uncle made them. But he was also our enemy so we never owned one.
“Hm.” Said Viperia. I bit my lip as we stood in silence, the only sounds audible were Bob and Emma still arguing. I swear I also heard something break.
“We still have the USB,” I started.
“How will that help?” she said in annoyance, not looking at me as she flipped the lid of the laptop open to show a black, cracked, lifeless screen.
“I don’t know, genius.” I grumbled. “But we have to try, and I don’t even know how this thing can hold a freaking key.” I gave the computer a glance of distaste, then plunged my hand into the leather bag at my hip. I dug around a little, through the heavy cans of unopened energy drink and random bits of paper, until I touched a thumb-sized plastic object. I pulled it out and turned the USB through my fingers. It bore the symbol of the Bureau of USD, and I slid the lid back to remove the metal knob that enters the computer drive. “Put it in,” I urged, shoving the thing into her palm.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She hissed and looked down at the laptop. She hesitated. “Uh, I don’t know how.”
“Ha.” Is all I said, sort of triumphantly, when I took the stick from her hand and located the duck’s-mouth hole in the side of the laptop. I shoved it in and powered up the computer. It was able to function even with the cracked screen, revealing a home-screen upon starting.
“It’s empty.” Is all Vipe said when we noticed it contained no programs. She grit her teeth and raised a fist.
“No!” I cried, snatching her wrist in my hand that was trying to be firm, but was just frustratingly gentle with everything. My other hand lowered down behind me to brush the keyboard. “We have to get the key.”
“IT HAS NO KEY!” she roared back.
“Sssssh!” hissed Vanilla from the other side of the room. Viperia poked out her tongue.
“Look, it’s registering the USB.” I said quietly, releasing her. I bent over and opened the window, which suddenly popped up with a single, lonely icon named ‘USB of USD – information classified’.
“Classified? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!” she shook the computer screen violently.
“Stop it! Stop being so angry! You sound like Bob!” I hissed.
“I DON’T EVEN CARE.” She huffed, folding her arms.
“Classified just means we SHOULDN’T look at it. But we’re actually allowed, it doesn’t matter, it’s,” I blubbered, but I was interrupted by a window that popped up with a little noise. I pursed my lips and read it out loud.
“Drive recognized – Bureau of Unicorns Should Die. Drive recognized as – highly regarded. Opening – options.”
“What.” Demanded Vipe.
“What it said. Look,” I pointed at the demented screen, where a list of options was displayed. I studied it, slightly puzzled.
“What does it mean?” she repeated. I grit my teeth.
“It just meant the people associated with the drive, which was the Bureau – aren’t regarded as, I don’t know, evil.” I replied quietly, scrolling through the options with the broken and impossible touchpad. “It might… grant us access,”
“What happens if somebody doesn’t carry a USB with them?” she asked, and I felt her relax a little. I could feel things like that – I was part every mammal on the planet. I turned to her with a fake smile.
“Well then absolute good luck to them.” I said. Her mouth hardened.
I looked back at the computer. It was displaying things, options for how we would proceed to win the key. Vipe looked over my shoulder and I blew her hair away from my face. She began muttering some of them. “5000 word essay on the origins of the world… electronic painting of the werewolf kingdom… decipher program codes... dude, we don’t have the time or the intelligence for this!” Vipe smacked on hand on the screen. I grumbled and swept it away.
“Look, that doesn’t seem too time consuming.” I said a second later, finding an option that read ‘the world’s shortest game’.
“Are you sure?” asked Vipe, the sarcasm dribbling all over her words.
The window opened. It displayed more pixel words.
The world’s shortest game
And the hardest
Ha
Ha
“YOU IDIOT!” Viperia’s fist thwacked against my head, sending me crashing to the floor, as Vipe took the computer.
“What’s going on?” asked Vanilla’s voice from behind me as I rubbed my head. Her voice must have been as loud as the punch. I groaned.
“GRRRAAAAAAAGH!” is all I heard from Vipe in response. I forced myself to my feet – for the safety of the computer. I heard footsteps behind me.
“Did uh…” I rubbed my head again. “You guys get your key?”
“George is working fine on it. But Vipe, my friend, calm yourself,”
“SHUT UP! LOOK, IT WANTS ME TO SOLVE MATH. QUESTIONS. WHAT.” She huffed.
“Hey, that’s easy. Here,” started Vanilla. She stepped forward and nudged Vipe out of the way, but suddenly – the second her fingers touched the touchpad, she was tossed backwards. I gasped in surprise as Vanilla toppled onto her backside.
“What the,” gaped Viperia.
“I can’t… I can’t help you with them, only you and Hudson are supposed to.” She replied, perplexed, as she heaved herself to her feet and stared at the computer.
“Well, then, give me the answers!” said Vipe hurriedly. My feelings for the computer suddenly descended into loathing.
“Alright, alright,” Vanilla scrambled, peering at the laptop whilst Viperia’s quivering hands hovered over the keyboard. “The answer is,”
“Oh my god!” was all I could manage.
Another wall, coming down from in front of our tiny room, suddenly fell from the ceiling. I yelled in fright, shoving myself against the back wall, as we were abruptly cut off from the others. My breath rate accelerated as I stared at the wall.
It was stopping Vanilla from helping.
The son of a…
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god NO.” whimpered Vipe, bashing her palms on the stone wall. “NO! MATH QUESTIONS!”
“She can’t hear you!” I argued, my fingers digging into my hair and pulling the roots. “You have to do this alone, Vipe!”
“YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!” her voice was so loud I felt a strong urge to block my ears. But I knew she’d punch me again, so I didn’t.
The room’s main focus now was the computer. Our only light source was that dumb thing. Our only goal. Our only way out.
Our only light source, goal and way out displayed the equation ‘7 times 6’, to which I did not know the answer. We were doomed. “How can we solve math without a freaking calculator or a set of… of… something!” she was beginning to pull her hair out too.
“Set?” I asked, trying to steady my breathing. Somebody had to – Viperia certainly wasn’t even going to begin to calm herself down.
“Like, counters?” her voice went high-pitched. I groaned.
“We’re not seven years old.” I replied.
“How many questions are there? And hey! I finished school when I was fourteen – I was only just weaned off counters.” She huffed.
“I don’t know. But we have to get this answer,” I tried to mentally count. I couldn’t count by six. I could by seven, sort of, and maybe if I just focused… “Be quiet.” I told her.
“Nobody,” but I shoved my hand into her open mouth. She screaming into my fist and I counted out loud, to focus and make her shut the heck up.
“Seven, fourteen, twenty one, twenty eight, thirty five… thirty five…”
“Thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty two…” Vipe counted off her fingers. “Forty two!”
“Alrighty…” I said, voice shaking, and typed the numbers ‘4’ and ‘2’ into the box that the devious little sum displayed under it. It took a moment to think, and went away with a small noise. I sighed with relief, and it brought up a new sum.
“Are you serious.” Said Vipe bluntly.
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Postby Kodabomb » Tue Apr 08, 2014 12:04 am

This chapter is written from Bob's point of view. <33
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“OH MY LORD WE DID IT!” screeched George, flinging his key into the air with his teeth. Vanilla caught it in one hand and squealed, clutching it. Beside me, a smug and neutral-looking Emma twirled our key around and around her middle finger. Middle finger. I suppressed a laugh.
“Where are the other douches?” I asked.
“I don’t think they understand math.” Sighed Vanilla, the key held gently in her palm as her eyes slid toward the large key door. Hudson and Vipe were still behind the wall that blocked them from us. My faith in them was not even existent. I hoped they got out, of course, but I didn’t know if they would. I stood still and didn’t say anything more.
We waited for what seemed like FOREVER, wandering around the room wondering if perhaps they got a single question wrong and were unable to escape. I thought that perhaps Hudson could shift into a massive elephant or whale or something and smash the rock, but there was the risk of killing Vipe or suffocating.
But, when we thought all hope was lost, we were brought to eager attention when the wall suddenly began to move. It scraped its deafening scrape up, back into the ceiling, revealing the room where Hudson and Viperia then appeared. Vipe’s hair was like a mane, eyes bulging out of her head, and Hudson looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“Oh my gosh you did it!” squealed Vanilla instantly, rushing forward. Hudson didn’t move or even blink as she hugged him. I watched Viperia.
“Never again.” Is all she said, her fist flying at a million miles an hour. I winced as the computer smashed, blasted into a million pieces by the punch, the USD USB tossed into the air. Vanilla released Hudson and caught it, holding it in the same hand as her key.
“Well, where’s the key?” she asked curiously, holding up the stick.
“Oh for the love of,” Viperia threw her arms up in defeated exhaustion. Vanilla’s expression fell into something of disappointment and shock, sliding over to the smashed computer on the pedestal and the box near the wall. She then turned the USB through her fingers and stared at it.
“What if,” Hudson then said, nudging his way past Emma and making her drop the key. She hissed at him and Hudson approached the door, putting his hand on it and looking into one of the keyholes.
“What?” demanded Vipe, going to smooth her wild hair but giving up. I swear I saw her eye twitch.
“Vanilla,” Hudson turned to the fairy with an outstretched, beckoning palm. He flicked his fingers and Vanilla placed the USB on his hand. I lumbered over to have a glance. “OK, put your keys there and there,” Hudson directed. I was actually rather surprised by the authority, though drowning beneath his shyness, in his voice. Emma walked over next to Emma, facing the key door.
“Mine’s bigger than yours.” Sighed the vampire, waving her key around in Vanilla’s death-staring face, before she shoved the key into the massive keyhole in the centre of the door. Vanilla shouldered past her in annoyance and inserted hers.
“Turn them,” I coughed.
The girls both turned their keys, and looking at the third keyhole, I realized that USB had been inserted into it, and didn’t even both trying to ask why the heck there was a USB port in there. Or how. Or what it would do. I just sort of filled my cheeks with air while the others watched the stick’s light flash violently.
The door swung open.

* * *
“So, we’re not going to get the USB and the keys?” demanded Vipe as Vanilla walked right by the open door into the next room. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Go ahead, see how it works out for you.” She grumbled, tucking her uninjured arm into her sling with the other one. I lumbered by as I practically listened to Vipe pondering over a mental argument.
“Are you saying we should just not take back McDenim’s USB stick?” she said.
“I said whatever, Vipe! Stop being so cranky and argumentative,”
“I got it. Just be quiet, please.” Muttered Hudson. He walked briskly but rather timidly over to the enormous, open door, and snatched the USB out of its port. He jumped in surprise when that started to close the door, so he hurriedly grabbed the keys as I slammed shut, only just missing him. He walked up to Vipe’s face, gave her a flat look, and shoved the loud harshly into her hands.
“I am so sick of the arguing.” He moaned as he turned away from her.
“What am I supposed to do with these?” she snapped, throwing them at the back of his head. When the biggest key smashed into his skull, I realized that if somebody did that to me, I’d eat them. Hudson wasn’t like that, instead he scooped the keys and USB gently off the ground and stuffed them into the leather bag, shooting Vipe a subtle scowl.
“Guys, please. We’ve got to get through that gate over there.” Said George, walking in front of us. Vanilla followed him rather curtly so I abandoned the others with raised eyebrows. Emma floated over my head.
“Is it a trapped gate?” I asked, as I saw a standard wooden gate between a couple of narrowed walls. I tried to peer through to whatever room was behind it, but realized it turned a corner and I couldn’t.
“Don’t think so. It’s just for division, I suppose.” Sighed Vanilla airily, undoing the latch and allowed George to wander through first. She followed him, I squeezed past into the tight hallway, Emma floated over and I listened to Hudson and Vipe’s rushing footsteps to catch up.
Through the hallway lay another room, which simply made me feel rather exhausted. It was quite big and circular, and sitting on a brick as a chair was a creature or person or something. He was holding a newspaper, and the second he caught sight of us, the newspaper was thrown down as he spoke.
“Greetings, my dungeon masters!” said the thing beneath a long, black, draping robe. His voice was rattily though rather smooth, just deliberately creepy.
“You don’t own this dungeon. You can’t address us as anything.” Said Emma in monotone.
“Right. Yes, uh,” stuttered the figure. “That doesn’t matter though, because in order to come here, you’ve mastered plenty of rooms.”
“Yeah, whatever. Tell us what you want and stop talking.” Said Vipe.
“Very well then.” The figure lifted down his hood. His face was rather humanoid, but slightly animalistic, by which he had a slightly furry face and a deer-like features, with combed hair and animal ears. His eyes were golden and piercing under his aged face. He stepped to the side a little, and by the pattern of his walking, I could tell he had an animal lower body. What kind, I did not know. Or care. “This is the Room of Choice, where you must select a tunnel and meet the next room.”
As the creature waved his hand and revealed six tunnel entrances out of the darkness, I heard Emma whisper into Vanilla’s ear, “Weak.”.
“Alright.” Said Vanilla, giggling just a tiny bit and brushing Emma away. “Recommendations, perhaps?”
“No. You must choose your,”
“This one.” I said. I walked over to the fifth tunnel from the left and stooped my head to enter. Vanilla waved the creature goodbye.
“But, don’t you,” he started.
“This is weak.” Called Emma, following me into the tunnel, then all the others behind her. The tunnel was circular and annoying underfoot, with a very low ceiling and a slightly sloping way down. It was dark, and within just moments the light from the choice room could not reach. Viperia make a slurping sound with her cheeks before speaking.
“Are we jinxing ourselves by saying it was weak?” she said.
“I don’t think so. We just didn’t make it challenging enough to choose. They would have all been the same in difficulty. Hey look, we’re here!” replied George. I craned my neck over Emma’s head to peer through.
We arrived in the next room, which made me feel even more exhausted than before, knowing yet ANOTHER trial just wanted to torture us. The room was rather small, round, and had a rather high ceiling. In the middle of the space was a circular table, on which sat a wooden box with a silver latch. I curiously looked around the place but saw nothing more of concern, so I walked around to the other side whilst the others gathered around the table.
“Open it,” said Emma. Viperia shrugged and Vanilla sort of hovered her hand nervously as Vipe grabbed the latch of the box. We were quiet as the hinges groaned loudly and swung the lid back to smack onto the timber tabletop.
“What’s inside?” I asked, before towering my high head over the others to catch a glimpse of the box.
Emma reached inside and grabbed a bit of paper while Vipe and Vanilla looked at the box in strange confusion, exchanging glances. As Emma unfolded the paper, Vanilla smacked Vipe’s outstretching hand and they listened to the vampire read.
“Count the bottles, you will find, a number gathered of the kind. However many come to seek, the potions each that you must drink. Choose desired sip with care, or find your group will pay the fare.” Emma stared at the paper for a bit, before throwing it on the ground. “WHAT.”
“Here, give it,” muttered Vanilla in annoyance, snatching the poem from the floor and reading it through again.
“What does it mean, exactly?” I asked with bored tiredness smothering my words.
“I think… I think it means that maybe these potions,” we watched as she took out what was inside the box – six small glass bottles all with a different color liquid inside. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. She then looked back at the poem. “We have to drink.”
“Well, duh. Hand me one.” I told Emma. She casually reached for one of the bottles.
“No!” scolded Vanilla hysterically. Emma put the bottle down and raised her palms in defense. “Each potion matches one of us, and will either kill us or be completely harmless.”
“Dragons are immune to that crap.” I laughed.
“Not everything, wise guy. And even if you are immune – if you take the wrong potion, Vipe’s for example, then Vipe would take one that would kill her.” Said Vanilla. I flattened my expression and didn’t say anything more. It was just blabbering to me.
“Well then, how can we tell whose is whose?” asked Hudson cautiously, glaring at the bottles like they might attack him. Emma snatched one up and tipped it over to read the bottom. I noticed that each one had a label or a sticker on the base.
“Hm.” Muttered Emma. She placed it back on the table. “I think, first, everybody should grab one potion. DON’T DRINK IT. It’s a starting point.” Her voice was careful and stern.
“So, they have labels describing what they are?” asked Vipe, reaching to pick one up. She snatched the yellow one. Vanilla grabbed green, I got purple, Hudson got blue, George got red and Emma picked up orange. Emma nodded.
“Read them out.” She directed.
“Mine says ‘flying electric eel urine’. Gross.” Muttered Vipe.
“Uh, ‘vomit of the merpuppy’.” Said Vanilla.
“‘Serum of the dead’.” George turned up his nose.
“‘Jelly boiled batgoat trotter’.” Emma twirled the bottle through her fingers.
“Mine is ‘condensed sky puffs’.” Said Hudson weirdly.
“And mine says ‘snow of the highest wizard mountain’.” I read. Purple was a stupid color for snow.
“Alright! Well, we’ve established what they are, now we need to find who is immune to these toxins and,” started Vanilla
“These are hardly toxins.” Spat Vipe. “They’re all just… stupid!” she took of the lid of the bottle and held it under her nose, sucking in a sniff. She screwed her nose up, but didn’t look disgusted. It made me curious of what flying electric eel urine smelled like as I watched my melted purple snow swirl around my bottle.
“Don’t drink it, Viperia.” Grumbled Vanilla. “So um, first, consider if you would be able to drink your potion, and if not, swap it.”
“I can drink anything.” I said. “But I know, I know, somebody would get poisoned if I took the wrong one.” I added before Vanilla could growl arguments at me.
“Vipe, flying electric eel urine electrocutes all the nerves in the body.” George pointed out to the water fairy. “I don’t think you could handle that.” Vipe looked at her yellow bottle and shrugged, pushing it over to the tabletop in front of George and grabbing his from next to it. She now held the red ‘serum of the dead’.
“Hey, Emma, take this.” Vipe said as soon as she got it. “It’s a dead potion or something.”
“And I’m already dead. OK.” Said the vampire casually. The girls swapped their potions.
“Well, that’s one thing down, for certain.” Grinned Vanilla.
“What does mine do?” asked Hudson quietly, peering at his bottle and addressing Vanilla. His was condensed sky puffs.
“Sky puffs… Oh, I’ve read about these!” gasped the fairy, her eyes flickering while her wild brain racked around. “They stop you breathing, their other name is ‘strangle puffs’.
“Delightful.” Said Hudson sarcastically. His gaze then slid to me. I nodded. That would be – in theory – the safest for me to drink, as I didn’t have to breathe. I probably wouldn’t be able to breathe for a while until the effects wore off, but it wasn’t concerning. As we traded potions, Vanilla squealed from realization.
“Oh! Oh!” she gasped. “The highest snow from the wizard mountains supposedly grotesquely morphs one’s body into an animalistic their normal body can’t stand. This means Hudson is immune because,”
“I’m an animal human.” he finished with a smile. His stance relaxed a whole lot more as his fingers wrapped themselves around the bottle with the purple liquid.
“Vanilla! Vanilla, give me yours! I just remembered, silly me.” Chuckled Vipe. “We water fairies have to drink merpuppy vomit to breathe underwater sometimes. But we can’t feed it to others because it like clots the bloodstream or something.”
Vanilla smiled a little and passed her green bottle over that Viperia casually took, and suddenly seemed to remember something as she eyes the orange bottle Vipe was also carrying. I watched, almost bored and very quiet. “I remember something! Oh thank everything… I remember seeing the ingredient ‘boiled batgoat trotters’ on the energy drink label when I read it the day we got the bag!” she flapped her uninjured arm rapidly.
“So, I’m immune? You guys better not have drunk that stuff then,” he said. Vipe outstretched the hand in which was the orange potion and placed the thing down in front of George. “This is yours, I guess.” He said, using his muzzle to push the yellow bottle over to Vanilla. She smiled and took it, examining the liquid as it swirled from the movement.
“Are we all sorted?” sighed Emma. I felt a little nervous. Maybe, somewhere in my selfish gut, I was concerned that I’d drink the wrong one and cause somebody else to die. That was the difficult thing about immunity to poison – well, it was in this odd situation.
Vipe had green, Vanilla had yellow, George had orange, Emma had red, Hudson had purple and I had blue. I calmed myself down and assumed everything would be OK, and before we did anything I reassured myself with the knowledge Vanilla could actually withstand electrocuted nerves. She used unlimited, electrifying magic all the time. We all took the lids off our little glass bottles at the same time.
“Bottoms up.” Said Vanilla, and we simultaneously tipped the base of the bottles up and chugged. There were some groans of disgust and grossness around the room, and I definitely thought this strangle puff crap was rather displeasing, but as all the bottles thumped down onto the table a second later, nobody was dead.
I realized I couldn’t breathe, no matter how hard I tried as I attempted to suck air in, but it didn’t matter. I certainly wasn’t concerned.
“Wooooop, I feel like a swim!” grinned Vipe just after she let out a gasp from the drink. She massaged her throat, still grinned. “Seriously though, I feel so invincible when I can breathe underwater.” I looked over at Hudson who was clutching his chest, looking like he was in pain, but when Emma reached over to offer him help, he just waved his hand.
“Just…” he gasped. “stand…” gasp, “back.”
I looked over at the others who were walking quickly away from Hudson, so I backed against a wall and watched him, trying to fight the strange magic that was forcing him to shapeshift, instead of doing it willingly. What would he turn into? Something huge that wouldn’t even fit in the room? A whale. I frowned as suddenly Hudson fell to the ground, and with a flash of odd sparkly magic, he turned into…
A mouse.
Emma’s facepalm was very prominent.
“Why’d he change into that?” asked Vipe with an exaggerated hand gesture.
Only seconds later, Hudson changed back as we gathered near him. “It’s because,” he rubbed his chest whilst still sitting on the floor. “Mice have a rapid heartbeat that normal people wouldn’t be able to cope with.” He told us. “It’s just the stupid magic.” He forced an awkward laugh before hauling himself to his feet.
“I feel pretty… normal.” Said George. He was holding a hoof to his forehead and the way he held himself was a little wonky, but he wasn’t dying. I didn’t know what boiled batgoat trotters did, but something to do with the brain, obviously. That linked on with the fact they were used in brain-enhancing energy drink, it made sense.
But suddenly, I was snapped back into my senses as Vanilla made a loud, strangling noise. I gasped in fright and looked at her as she clutched the table. Her teeth were clenched, her jaw tight and her eyes wide, as when a blood-curdling scream escaped her lips all her muscles tightened. Her knuckles went white from gripping the table.
“Vanilla!” panicked Emma.
“Aaaargh!” she collapsed to the ground, and I heard horrible crack when her injured shoulder smacked to the floor. She was in pain, what was wrong?
“Vanilla?” I echoed Emma, standing over her. My tail coiled around her shuddering body and I lifted her onto the table, but she wasn’t limp. She was tight, shaking and her breathing was broken.
“Just… just… don’t…” is all she managed.
“What’s wrong with her?” cried Emma hysterically.
“The electricity, it’s basically like fire on the nerves,” George yelled back over the screaming. “She’ll be fine, she is able to handle it.”
“Vanilla! Please, let me help you,” Emma placed her hands on the fairy’s shoulders.
“No! Argh!” Vanilla curled into a ball, fighting the agony. “It’s wearing… off, argh!”
“Vanilla…” Viperia gripped her hair.
“Don’t. Worry.” Insisted George, shouldering her away and watching the fairy begin to relax. It took a while, and it seemed some time before soon Vanilla’s muscles had loosened and she was just curled in a shocked little ball on the table. As soon as she was even able to move her eyes, Vanilla and Emma were all over her, asking repeatedly if she was fine.
I, on the other hand, had directed my unfocused attention to the note that was still lying on the ground under the table. I shot a short glance behind me, then stooped my long-necked head down and picked the paper up in my teeth, because I noticed it made a random flash of light and sparkles.
I placed it on the table which pointed the others’ gaze to it. I wordlessly nodded to the paper and Emma floated down and picked it up.
“Read.” I said.
“OK, fine.” She spat and cleared her throat. “Congratulations to the drinkers, it’s granted you all are clever thinkers. Before now you have battled strong, in this dungeon for so long. Warriors worthy of the Expanse’s through, the exit this Potion Room brings to you!” she said, and the very millisecond the sentence was finished, the table began to shake.
“Oh my god,” gasped Vanilla, shuffling to the center of the table. Panic struck for a split moment when the furniture started to rise out of the ground.
“No!” I cried. It was a metre in the air when I snatched the back of Hudson’s shirt and threw him onto the table that the others were climbing onto, hurriedly, as there wasn’t any time to waste. “Squeeze up!” I yelled.
“Get on!” yelled Emma. My only shot at freedom… It was rising faster, and when the seemingly massive body of George managed to haul his way onto the teensy table, I jumped and coiled myself around the others. The table began to rise into the air, the magic rock around us moving in an ascending air pocket further up and up, toward the surface, leading us finally out of the cursed Dungeon of the Crevasse.
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Postby Kodabomb » Mon Apr 21, 2014 5:56 pm

This chapter is written from Emma's point of view. <3
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It was like my mind could hear again. Like all my senses inside and out, up and down, could finally process my life and my emotions and my objectives toward everything around me. The fresh air pounded against my skin like a suffocating but oh-so relieving blanket, and all things around me were clear. All bad things that happened down there were gone. Behind me.
Leaping off the cramped table onto the harsh and welcoming natural stone outside felt almost like I’d never seen freedom before, and all my options were open. There was a path of clarity and perfect judgment ahead of me, as I spun around and around and gazed at the darkening sky. The evening’s breeze washed over me, the final rays of sunlight already gone to welcome the billions of stars in the beautiful blue abyss, decorating the perimeter of the glaring moon.
“We’re free! We’re free!” screeched Viperia. “OH MY GOODNESS.”
“I will say that the dungeon is one heck of a way to guard any area of land…” muttered George, helping the others off the table as it suddenly lowered its way into the ground. When the last of the round timber thing was gone, the granite ground sealed up and it was like the dungeon didn’t even exist.
“Something like that HAS to be illegal.” Said Bob, spreading his wings to surround them in real air. “It was pretty cool though.”
“Will you be able to heal that now?” I asked Vanilla, landing beside her as she timidly cradled her slung up arm.
“No, as I said. It takes days to heal. I’ll be in even worse pain for no reason while we rush around. I can manage.” She replied. I nodded and floated into the air. I ran my hands through my shiny black hair, bathing it in moonlight and feeling at home again, a nighttime creature, not something that should be wandering in the artificial darkness. Shadows are artificial darkness. The night was the real darkness, the dark in which everything was just… perfect.
“Hey, I guess that’s where we’ve got to go.” Pointed out Vipe, limping over the granite ground to make her own personal space. I followed her gaze’s direction, to where I spotted a mass of dark shapes against the grey-navy of the nighttime sky. Looking closer, I saw it was a forest. It was a solid forest, and despite the fact it was almost a kilometer away from where we stood, the trees were so tall and thick it was as though we were very close by.
Hudson rummaged through the bag around his shoulder and pulled out the map, which he and Vanilla viewed with caution. “It’s the Cruel Woodlands – we’re going to have to get through it to get to the unicorn kingdom.” Said Vanilla, grabbing the front of her dress in nervousness.
“It shouldn’t be too,” I started.
“Ssssshut up!” spat Vipe, closing her hands around my mouth. I shouted in surprise but the noise didn’t get past her palms. She pulled me down so my feet planted on the ground. “Don’t jinx us, please.”
I snarled and harshly tugged her hands off my mouth. I didn’t say anything as I glared and folded my arms. We started to walk toward the woodlands, the blackness against the dark horizon’s sky. I was in front of the others, and their footsteps on the stone were very prominent. My enhanced hearing could distinguish all footstep sounds with their owners. Nobody was walking near me. Nobody wanted to. Hudson was alone as a frisky dog, Vanilla strolled with Viperia, Bob lumbered behind George, who was grumbling now and then as Hudson got under his hooves.
Time passed, quite a few minutes, before suddenly I heard some noises from a little way to the left.
“Do you hear that?” I asked, straining my ears.
“Over there!” Viperia said with enthusiasm and curiosity. I floated into the air, scanned the rock around me, until something came into view – dim, white figures of light swirling around in a weird little group.
“What are they?” asked Hudson in human form as Viperia skipped briskly in front to go over there.
“They’re ghosts.” Replied Vanilla exhaustedly.
We came closer, and suddenly one of the ghosts noticed us. The odd group consisted of a three humanoid people, a three-tailed fox, a cat and a miniature pony. In the vampire kingdom had a place called ‘ghost city’, which was a town consisting of ghosts. Most ghosts in the vampire kingdom were evil, however. Any ghosts outside the realm were pretty average.
These particular ghosts, however, were above average. So to speak.
“WELL HELLO THERE!” trilled one of the female humanoid ghosts loudly. “Would you travelers care to join our tea party? It’s DELIGHTFUL!” she tossed her teacup into the air and it smashed on the ground.
“Vanilla, no,” muttered Bob.
“We’d uh, we’d love to!” replied the fairy. I groaned ferociously.
“Well come over, dearies, we have PLENTY of tea!” sang a male ghost.
“I dare say it’s the last tea party you’ll have if you’re headed to the woodlands!” cried his other male friend. They were obnoxious.
We approached them closer, and saw they were seated around a table, complete with chairs that they floated over, and all kinds of teapots and cups and saucers and biscuit plates. The ghosts all floated away from their chairs and we each drew one up, with the exception of Bob and George who stood behind.
“Why do you say that?” asked Viperia, watching with a strange expression as the three-tailed fox poured tea from the teapot it held with tiny paws.
“I don’t know about you, but we certainly didn’t survive! Can’t you tell?” asked the female ghost, before hysterically laughing for no reason and spinning around in the air.
“Those unicorns didn’t want anybody intruding by the looks of things, nobody’s got in there absolutely ever! We were just lucky to get past the dungeon, until the blasted forest trapped us with its evil and deceit.” Despite saying this, the ghost chuckled merrily and sipped more tea.
I creased my brow and took the offered teacup, sipping the hot liquid.
“So you stayed here drinking tea since you died?” demanded Viperia bluntly, earning her an elbow to the gut from Vanilla.
“Why of course!” giggled the female ghost in her sing-song tune and ruffled the pony’s hair. “But it’s not just for us, dear. Anybody who comes out of that dungeon is welcome to join our tea party.”
“You’re the first to leave that place in… how long, Edmund?” said one of the male ghosts.
“I’d certainly say at least fifty damn years, Ronald!” replied the ghost called Edmund.
I swallowed dryly and proceeded to fill my mouth with tea. These unicorns were the most freaking powerful things in the entire world, I could have sworn. What was their deal? The vampires of my kingdom probably had the power to do similar things, but it seemed like the unicorns were even more selfish and willing to use their magic and intelligence for evil rather than good.
“Oh, wow.” Muttered George, sticking his muzzle into a large teacup and making an awkward slurping sound.
“More tea, Edith?” offered Edmund. Edith, the female ghost, nodded with an airy giggled as her teacup was filled with steaming brown liquid.
“Well, we uh, best be going. We’ll try to make progress tonight and continue tomorrow.” Said Vanilla. She sipped the last drop from her teacup and placed her things down, drawing back her chair simultaneously with Viperia.
“Good luck on your journey! Be sure to visit us again!” called Ronald, floating back over his chair as we all began to follow Vipe and Vanilla away.
“OK, bye.” Said Bob sourly. The ghosts all laughed and their happy, uninteresting conversation continued loudly, dominating all other sounds around us until it faded into the night.

* * *
To my annoyance, I was forced to instead fly along with the others, lifted a fair distance above the ground behind Vanilla and Viperia’s fluttering wings. George and Bob were lucky they were tall and four-legged, hoisted above the ground, and Hudson simply rode on George’s back. The undergrowth of the horrid forest wasn’t lush and green or leafy, it was coarse and thorny and woody – persistently trying to wrap itself around our legs like it was alive. So far, being only a tiny fragment of the way into the woodlands, we hadn’t encountered anything more life-threating than the plants, which were life threatening in themselves.
“Keep your eyes peeled.” Said Vanilla quietly.
“Who’s got the sword?” I asked, looking around. Bob’s tail flicked in my direction, tossing the shining weapon toward me. I caught it with both hands and braced it steadily.
A hill soon came before us that we, in ultimate tire, ascended until the trees thickened and the undergrowth thinned. Hesitantly, I lowered myself down onto the dry ground and leaned against an enormous, thick tree. The others stopped instinctively too. The forest was dark, it almost made me feel scared. The night created a sinister haze through the trunks of the tightly bound trunks, the canopy towering above to block the moonlight and the small gaps in the thickness around us looked like corridors in an eerie palace.
I peered down one of those corridors, and suddenly a pair of eyes popped out of the dark so fast I actually screamed.
“Emma?” gasped Vanilla in panic. I glared at the eyes, low to the ground, red, glowing… down in the passage of trees. I whipped around. There were more, closing slowly in.
“Oh my god,” I uttered, backing up but just hitting my back on a tree.
“Run!” yelled George before anybody could even decipher what was happening. I squealed in fear as the low eyes became more plentiful and came closer and closer to us in the darkness. I floated into the air and flew as fast as I could, zooming around to dodge the trees and going over the heads of the oddly terrifying enemies.
“What?” demanded Viperia, shooting up near me and accidentally slamming her shoulder on a tree. As she swore loudly, Vanilla joined us and I could hear the thundering footsteps of George and Bob.
“They’re gnomes!” yelled Vanilla.
“What the,” I spat.
“Gnomes are like bloodthirsty zombies,” Vanilla dodged a tree. “but they take you down with numbers of small creatures instead of the brutality of large ones!” she explained. Her constant flow of perfectly grammatically correct sentences was strangely frustrating. I turned my head to make sure the guys were OK, but crashed suddenly into a huge tree trunk. I roared in pain and collapsed, grabbing my grazed and bleeding side as I looked at the oncoming siege of tiny, terrifying creatures.
“Get up, Emma!” yelled Viperia.
“Argh…” I moaned, but stood and flew into the air. I’d heal it later, I decided as I flew faster to catch up with the fairies.
“Where do we go?” asked Vanilla in panic.
“Can gnomes climb trees?” I asked, swooping low just to slam my foot into the face of one of them.
“Good idea!” gasped Vanilla.
“But when will they stop coming out?” Viperia shot down the hillside before us and we followed like rockets in the city of trees. The flat ground ahead had far more impossibly enormous, twisted trees, but more space, and the forest floor was clear of all undergrowth. It sported just bland, mossy ground. I could see more eyes in the trees as Vanilla pointed out a place of refuge.
The tree was bigger than the others, a wide enough gap in the branches for us to pile into like a home suspended above the dangers of the ground floor. I held my breath but released it in relief as I saw the others. George was screaming like a girl, thundering along with his legs flailing to force him along. Hudson was tensely riding with the posture of a jockey, and behind them Bob seemed to half enjoy slapping the gnomes that attacked his legs with his tail.
I put the lightning sword down absently and watched. Hudson, upon sighting us, leapt high into the air off George and shifted mid-way into a leopard, sprinting forward with agility and springing into the tree beside me and the other girls.
Bob jumped up the trunk of a tree near us, climbing up in a lizard-like fashion and entwining himself around the thick, woody branches. Oncoming gnomes were easily picked off with his flame that flashed every few seconds from his mouth. He must have gotten his breathing back.
I couldn’t even hear the eerie sounds of the gnomes, however, over the infuriatingly loud girl scream dribbling from George’s lips. His rump was against the tree and front hooves pawing the dirt over and over as he hollered.
“SHUT UP! GET IN A TREE YOU WIMP!” screeched Viperia. Still making the aggravating sound, George galloped like a foal to a tree, clumsily flapped his wings, and landed in the barely suitable gap between the branches.
“Nope, these boogers can’t climb trees.” I said, getting on my belly to lean over the edge and prod the hideous face of a gnome at the base with the sword.
“I seriously doubt that it’s safe to sleep here though,” said George between gasping breaths.
“Well where else will we sleep, genius?” spat Viperia, sitting cross-legged and leaning against the branches around her. “Last night wasn’t exactly restful – we only got a fraction of sleep.” She closed her eyes and settled her face like she hadn’t said anything.
“I’ll keep watch.” Said Bob quietly and grumpily from the tree near us. Vanilla nodded, almost hesitantly like she knew exactly what happened last time he said it. But all the same, the rest of us began to slip into our sleeping positions. Hudson turned himself into a cat and nestled down in a teensy branch gap above us. Vanilla curled into a ball on her right side, still holding her injured arm. Vipe nodded off instantaneously and drooled down her shirt front. George dangled his lanky legs over the side of the tree but he didn’t look very peaceful.
I put my feet up onto the branch above and slumped down, watching Vanilla’s face as I soon drifted off.
* * *
I didn’t awake peacefully in the morning, but I also didn’t wake very actively. The sound of Vipe’s unusually enormous feet stomping all over in the tree made me hiss and snarl and cover my ears. She was wide awake, but I didn’t even have the energy to stretch.
“What just go away eeerrhggh…” I slobbered, closing my eyes and letting my head flop. It wasn’t even light yet.
“Hey Emma, can I pinch the sword?” asked Vipe perkily. My eyes slid open a fraction to look at her toes standing over me. I wanted to bite her ankle just because I was grumpy.
“Whatever… go bleuargh…”
“Cool!” said Viperia. “HEY BOB, I’VE GOT THE SWORD! WHERE’S HUDSON?”
“Ssssshut!” I spat.
“HE’S DOWN HERE WITH ME! I FOUND A NEST OF FUNGUS TIGERS, GET DOWN HERE!” I heard Bob’s voice yell back.
“Bye.” Said Viperia, and I heard her feet slam onto the ground and run off through the forest.
It was many minutes of trying to get back to sleep that passed after that, but the sound of roaring and yelling and thumping and thunder just wasn’t helping at all. I allowed my eyes to open and look ahead of me at the open forest around. It was dark. It was a little dim indicating morning was probably coming, but at that moment, it seemed as if I’d turned into a diurnal creature craving sleep.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, spotting Vanilla on the other side of the tree waking up as well. She squinted and yawned. “What? It’s not even light…” she moaned as though she read my mind.
“Pfft.” I responded. Vanilla shuddered and looked glassy-eyed at me.
“It’s a little chilly.” She commented wearily. I shrugged and lazily pointed a hand toward the wood in front of us, shooting a jet of fire and making a little floating flame between us like Bob did usually. She smiled tightly in thanks before yawning a second time.
I yawned too. Dang things are contagious.
For a long moment, I found myself staring at the wood beneath me with an unthinking gaze, my mind not highlighting much in particular as the sounds of Bob, Vipe and Hudson’s battle echoed through the woodlands and shadows. My brain didn’t do much thinking. But after that long, blank moment, I unconsciously allowed my eyes to slip upwards and touch Vanilla’s face. It seemed like she was doing the same thing as me, thoughtlessly staring into space and not noticing my gaze watching her. I watched the light of the fire outline her shaded face, her eyes shining out of the darkness…
It took me by a small surprise when those eyes soon skimmed to meet mine, and I didn’t look away. We both remained expressionless while I stared at her sky-tinted irises like they were the only thing in this dark little space surrounding us.
I didn’t really mean to speak, but somehow I did. And somehow neither of us looked away.
“Was it… was it just tolerance fuelling you this whole time?” I asked quietly. “Or do you legit like all this? Whatever it all is?”
Her eyes didn’t flicker like they were searching for an answer. They slid down to her lap, then back up at mine, studying me.
“It was originally.” She said in the same tone as me. Her words drifted over to me steadily, drowning the background noises.
“What about now? Even the future?” I offered.
We were both silent.
“We’ll see.”
Her smile to finish was small and faint, disappearing as she sat herself straighter and wrapping her uninjured arm around her folded knees. I didn’t take my eyes off her, really, while I let my thoughts wander again. What did that mean? Did it matter? I couldn’t possibly try to understand what she implied, ever. She wasn’t a particularly complicated person, but maybe my ideas of people were complicated. Perhaps I just assumed she said one thing and subtly meant another.
But a moment later, Vanilla spoke and almost caught me off-guard.
“Are you evil, Emma?” she whispered. My brows knitted together as I looked back over at her. Her face was not quite somber, but sort of serious, maybe curious. I didn’t really… know how to answer.
“I don’t… look.” I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck under my hair. “Evil isn’t a thing. It’s not something someone can really be. It really, really annoyed me that the Pegasus kingdom though it was suitable to define something like that.”
“You weren’t annoyed.” Said Vanilla, making me focus my vision onto her. “You were scared.”
My argument caught in my throat and make me chomp down on my tongue. I let my hand flop to my lap, fidgeting with my jeans’ belt-loops.
“Have I done anything, once, in this entire very few days you’ve known me, that’s evil?” I asked in monotone, hiding my emotions. I had too many emotions. They were a cruel addition to anybody.
“No, but you didn’t want to touch the Pegasus kingdom’s land. I want to know if,”
“Evil isn’t born, Vanilla. It’s not even created. It’s not a thing. It’s a temporary state of mind that can be altered by events and locations and mental states. And do you know what is the most evil-inducing and evilly sourced mental state?”
“What?” she asked. Emotionless. Emotionless while I just sat there with every emotion boiling inside me like a volcano.
“Fear.” I hissed. “Do you know why that is?”
Vanilla’s eyes sank and her tense shoulders fell when her head shook, though she still looked at me.
“Nobody is born TO be evil. I certainly wasn’t. But when fear of something took over, I gave up life just so I wouldn’t encounter it, and soon became destined for evil. But I’m not. I’m not a dark creature like all your friends say, even though I chose it. I just didn’t choose it to be evil, I chose it to be away from fear – a cruel mental state.” I said. Vanilla didn’t have time to respond as I stood up and leapt off the tree, down onto the forest floor where I began to storm away into the woodlands.
I didn’t even do anything! It was rude, it was inconsiderate for people to just assume I was bad, just because I had a bite-mark, red eyes and dark magic. It was at these times, when people provoked those insane but well-hidden feelings inside me that I WANTED to use my powers for bad. Or… something.
I grunted in frustration and threw a black, static-screaming ball of magical particles at a tree in front of me, and upon the magic’s impact, the tree went black and withered.
Every time things like this happened, I had to force myself to remember it’s not about me, or my feelings, or my stance, or my history, or my appearance. It was about whatever matter at hand that it was somehow derived from. And the matter at hand was this ‘quest’, because without the quest I would not have met Vanilla and she would not have been there to say those things.
I was more complex than people assumed. I was older that almost everybody in the group, besides Bob. What angered and triggered things for him I didn’t know, and though it was in my duty for me to care I really didn’t. I didn’t like Bob that much. But I had to tolerate him, just as the others were tolerating me.
Racked with exhausted mental taunting, I slammed my back into the trunk of a tree and slid to the ground. I just wanted to feel annoyed, so annoyed I felt. I stared at the dull greyness of the forest around me and hugged my knees, taking care not to catch a glimpse of my bite-mark on my hand. In these situations, it was always best not to. Instead I just blasted every tree within reach with withering magic, not saying anything or looking up or moving anything but my hand who wanted a mind of its own.
“You know, I’ve never met a vampire with magic powers.” Said a voice. I closed my eyes and ran my tongue over my sharp teeth.
“I was changed by a demonic wizard vampire. What do you want, Hudson?” the kid emerged from behind my most recently blasted tree and sat down cross-legged in front of me, studying me with his strangely bright brown eyes.
“We’re supposed to be going the other way.” He told me. My face donned a look of some sort of sarcastic obviousness and I blinked.
“Is Vanilla looking for me?” I asked.
“Sort of. She wants to get going.” He told me.
I tugged a lock of my hair and stared into the sky, where the thick entanglement of woody branches blocked out the now rising morning sun, much to my relief. I lost my enchantment the night I received it and hadn’t seen the sun since.
“Alright.” I sighed quietly. I stood up and brushed dirt from my butt.
“Need a ride?” Hudson shifted himself into a sandy-brown stallion and I couldn’t help but smirk with amusement.
“Sure.” I sniffed, floating up and landing on his back. I grabbed his mane in my hands as he reared and suddenly took off, galloping like a racehorse through the forest.
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Postby Kodabomb » Thu May 01, 2014 11:44 pm

This chapter is written from George's point of view. <3
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Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
That was all I could think about as we marched through the darkness, the maze of trees and paths and cave entrances and hills and traps and everything that just simply made me feel scared and annoyed. At least this time I had nobody riding on my back, but still. Emma was on Hudson’s back. Hudson as a stallion was fairly taller and slimmer than me, but Pegasi weren’t exactly the largest of horse-like beings. I was lucky that it was Hudson, though – at least he wouldn’t mock me for it. If it were somebody like Bob or Viperia, however, it would be different.
So I trailed absently behind Vanilla, who was strangely avoiding contact with us as she studied the map with little enthusiasm. “Hey, are the woodlands on the unicorn kingdom map?” I asked over her shoulder.
She took a second to respond. “Uh, no.” she said, only glancing up for a millisecond. “I’m just trying to figure out how big the woodlands are.”
I lowered my eyes to the map in front of Vanilla’s eyes. “Could we fly over?” I asked thoughtfully.
“The unicorns would see us if we did that.” Said Bob before Vanilla could say anything.
“Good point.” The woodlands were a blurry, grey-khaki circular blob around a little triangle indicating the location of the unicorn kingdom. Surrounding the kingdom and the woodlands was blended grey that was probably the Granite Expanse, but it wasn’t named. I couldn’t really make much of an estimation how far through the forest we were.
But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted. “Oh my god, guys, smell that?” said Vipe out of nowhere, standing still and holding up her hands while she sniffed.
“What?” I asked bluntly.
Viperia heaved in through her nose. “Man… I think I smell pizza!” she gasped.
“Pizza?” said Vanilla.
“Pizza?” seconded Bob.
“Pizza.” Groaned Viperia.
“Wait, what’s pizza?” asked Emma.
“DUDE. YOU HAVEN’T HAD PIZZA?” demanded Vipe.
“It’s a dish commonly eaten in the fairy, werewolf and dragon kingdoms.” Explained Vanilla, tucking the map into the bag she’d taken from Hudson a while ago.
“Over there!” I didn’t have time to blink at Viperia went sprinting off ahead of us through the shadows, so I curiously followed her. I found her a second later, admiring something sitting on a fallen log in front of her.
“Don’t touch that.” I said flatly, grabbing the back of her shirt in my teeth before dragging her away from the log.
“Why?” she demanded.
“It’s trapped. Moving on,” said Vanilla, emerging behind us. Behind her came Hudson and Emma, then Bob. Emma glared at me, then switched from Emma to me with a scowl.
“Fine,”
But just as she said it, Vipe stretched her hand out with ninja-speed and snatched a piece of pizza, shoving it down her throat before Vanilla could panic and slap her in the face.
“VIPERIA!” she yelled, and all of a sudden, the dirt and leaf ground seemed to explode, collapsing under our feet. Vanilla gasped in shock, grabbing my leg as she, Viperia and I toppled down a hole appearing beneath us.
Emma’s drawn out scream was even more prominent, and I was just able to look up from my awkward angle as a net flung upwards and trapped her, Bob and Hudson and suspended them above the tree.
A second later, all was quiet, and were we all trapped. I was laying on my back in shock, legs in the air, as I stared into the forest canopy and the net holding our other companions. Viperia shuffled up, sat, and looked at Vanilla apologetically.
“GRRRRAAAAAAGH!!” yelled Bob in rage, flailing in the net before proceeding to screech every curse word he could think of.
“Hey, we could just fly out,” offered Viperia. She stood and dusted dirt off her back, then fluttered into the air toward the surface of the trap hole.
Where she hit her head on an invisible surface and fell back down.
“What the,” I uttered, flipping myself around to lie properly. Vanilla smacked a palm to her face and groaned a little, before pushing her hair away from her face.
“A force-field.” She murmured distantly, sending a blue aura of light into the air that trapped itself on the force-field, showing us where it was. We couldn’t have noticed it otherwise. “It’s not electrocuted… this type of field is called a transparent-opaque five.”
“What?” said Viperia flatly.
“It means it’s transparent, solid like a wall and has a resistance strength of five.” She replied in annoyance, breaking off her magic.
“How do you escape it?” I asked.
“And why aren’t they escaping?” demanded Vipe, pointing to the net swaying back and forth in the tree above.
“They’ve probably got a similar problem. Maybe a special magic net, I don’t know.” Sighed Vanilla as she closed her eyes and stuck her hand into the bag. “Now, you guys need to either shut up or do something productive – I’m going to write the formation of the correct magical calculation I’ll need to counter the magic of the force-field. So don’t interrupt.”
“Well, there’s nothing productive we can do.” Muttered Viperia, while I watched Vanilla begin to scribble on the back of one of the maps using a pencil from the bag.
“And you certainly don’t know how to shut up.” I groaned, lying back down on my side and shutting my aggravated eyes.
“Are you alright up there, Emma?” yelled Vanilla, looking upwards briefly.
“ALL UNDER CONTROL!” spat the vampire sarcastically. Vanilla shrugged and continued working – Emma would probably be able to handle it after she calmed down.
A number of minutes passed, I didn’t know really how long considering I dozed off like five times only to be woken be Viperia poking me every few minutes just to occupy her infuriatingly sadistic little self while Vanilla tossed magic, scribbled notes and roared in annoyance. After a while, she seemed to make a breakthrough.
“Alright! Wow, this will help,” she said after a second, clapping her hands together and scanning the page. I was about to ask what, but she kept going whilst not looking at us. “It’s one-sided. That means you can fall in through the top, and not get out from underneath.”
“This will help us how?” asked Viperia unenthusiastically. Vanilla lolled her head in the water fairy’s direction and clicked her tongue.
“It gives me more information. I’m going to continue now,” she told her, so I just let my head flop to the ground as Vanilla’s pen went scratching across the page once again.

* * *
“VIPERIA YOU LAZY COW, GIVE ME A HAND!” was what sent me lurching out of my slumber to see Vanilla standing not far away. I drearily watched as she repetitively shot balls of magic at the force-field, making is crash and flash like lightning and send glittering sparks down into our hole.
“Man, how long was I out for?” I murmured, stumbling to my lanky hooves.
“A couple of hours,” replied Viperia, standing and shouldering Vanilla viciously as she summoned magic similar to hers. Then suddenly, out of her fingertips came and blast of green that shot upwards like a electricity current, and Vanilla began letting hers stream likewise. I couldn’t hear anything more except the constant thunder, so I shuffled over behind the girls to where the scribbled-on map lay almost smoldering on the soil. It must have gotten an accidental magic blast.
I didn’t understand any of the equations, all wibbly-wobbly magic numbers and symbols that I didn’t study in the Pegasus kingdom.
But all of a sudden, the force-field made one final, thundering, loud crash that masked the shocked shrieks of Vanilla and Viperia and made me tumble to the ground and cover my head. A second crash suddenly followed, and then I was forced to haul myself away just in time, before Hudson, Bob and Emma thumped to the floor near us.
“Oh my,” gasped Hudson, pulling himself away from Emma who he’d squished, rubbing his ears and checking his hands in fright.
“Whoa,” muttered Viperia, holding her smoking palms in front of her face in wonder.
“We have to get out of here, before it returns. OUT, OUT, OUT!” yelled Vanilla, before any of us could quite grasp a hold of the situation. Especially Bob, who was upside down with his tail and all four legs at odd angles. I panted in relief, looking into the canopied sky above and spreading my wings, hauling myself upwards and flying out with Viperia and Vanilla following. Emma floated into the sky with delicacy, turning the lightning sword through her fingers with a smug expression to hide her clear embarrassment.
Hudson shifted into a lion and leapt out of the hole with ease, followed finally by an awkward Bob just a split second before the force-field returned and closed with a snap of sparkles. Vanilla fluttered up and grasped a branch above her head for support while she stared into space to calm herself down. “Wow, that was rather close,” she muttered.
“Well it was certainly not worth that pizza!” spat Vipe, grudgingly brushing down her shirt front. “Maybe I could eat it without the traps,”
“I think I can do levitation.” Commented Emma.
“Are you sure?” drawled Bob.
“Yes,” Emma drew herself straighter. “I am. Step back mortals,” she spread her hands out to the sides. We moved out of the range of where the traps might be, carefully avoiding the massive, gaping hole and the broken rope where the net used to be.
Eyes trained fiercely on the pizza upon the log, Emma channeled her black-shaded magic aura to her fingers and forced it to flow over to the pizza. The aura hesitated for a moment, then Emma bit her lip and shoved forward harshly, making the magic surround the pizza.
Though we were expecting it, it was actually rather surprising when a net suddenly came shooting up from the ground, spraying leaves and moss everywhere as the net swung back and forward through the air. Just next to the original, another hole opened up in the ground like a gaping mouth directly beneath the net.
“Well that was fun,” muttered Bob as Emma used all her strength to heave the pizza back over to us and throw it at Viperia. Vipe squealed and caught it, shoving a piece into her mouth and groaning in satisfaction over it.
“Man, thanks Emma!” she grinned.
“Don’t thank me, give me pizza. I want to try,” she said with a small, twitchy smile. Viperia grinned again and threw a triangular piece of the dish over to Emma, who awkwardly caught it. She looked at it strangely for a couple of seconds.
“Pointy end first.” Explained Vanilla. Emma nodded and placed the end of the pizza in her mouth, took a bite and chewed slowly for a while. “Well?”
“Um… it’s…” Emma swallowed dryly and shuddered, looking at the rest of the piece with a look of disgust. “No.” she threw the rest over to Vipe who caught it.
“Oh my god, you’re insane!” she cried, glaring at the shrugging vampire while she practically pushed the entire piece down her throat. Vanilla and Hudson giggled a little and we began moving through the forest again, away from the pizza trap. Viperia hurried along behind us, finishing off the pizza as we descended a slope of tight trees and shadows, and the canopy wound so tight high over our heads that it seemed like nighttime.
“Which direction are we heading in?” asked Hudson quietly, right before he shifted into his classic cat form and slunk swiftly under our feet to walk in front. Vanilla dove her hand into the bag and pulled out the USD compass, flipping it open. She studied it for a moment as she held it flat.
“Sort of… north-west.” She replied. Emma then came to her side and stole the map.
“We should be going in the right direction.” She said obviously, making Vanilla snatch the paper back in annoyance and shove it into the bag. Emma glared for a second and resisted the clear temptation to poke out her tongue.
“I know that, Emma.” Said Vanilla, snapping the compass shut in a deliberately vicious fashion.
“Calm your farm, girls.” Said Bob, but they ignored him and continued walking.
“What’s up with them?” I whispered to Viperia. She just frowned and shrugged, wiping pizza sauce off her face with the back of her hand, and proceeding to wipe that on my shoulder. “Hey!” A second shrug finalized that as she stalked off.
“Be careful, Viperia!” yelled Vanilla as the water fairy rounded around a tree and vanished from our sight. We stopped for a second. I was about to wonder why, when,
“Oh my gosh! Um, Vanilla,” said Viperia’s panicked voice. Vanilla’s gasp was turned into a groan, knowing Vipe’s stupidity and her willingness to run herself into idiotic situations. Vanilla hurried around the tree in a tight little gap in the trunks, that left just enough room for me to squeeze through after Emma and Hudson.
Viperia had found herself in a wide, dark, circular clearing amongst the trees. In the centre of which stood a flock of batgoats.
“What? What’s wrong?” demanded Vanilla, her eyes scanning the creatures.
“They’re, uh, guarding something.” Viperia replied, stumbling backwards to stand next to us. I peered past the girls to see that the batgoats were indeed gathered in a tight, stubborn little circle around something.
“Well, don’t startle them.” I pointed out, trying to make my muscles less tense.
“But, we have to get the thing!” insisted Emma, stretching out her hands. Vanilla sighed and folded her arms, examining the group of batgoats and whatever they were surrounding, hidden completely from view by their fluffy butts and glaring red eyes.
“We’ll figure out a formulated,”
“STUPID TREES!” Bob suddenly roared. I gasped, as suddenly the huge dragon came thundering through, smashing the trunks and branches in his path as he destroyed his way through to the clearing.
“Bob! No!” screamed Vanilla as wood debris went flying through the air, then a burst of flame blasting from behind. An enormous tree came hurtling toward the ground, and with a yell I leapt away just in time. The others weren’t exactly so lucky.
With her uninjured arm, Vanilla pushed Viperia with all her might, who went flailing backwards into the group of batgoats. The tree thumped down on the forest floor, trapping and pinning Vanilla beneath its branches. “AAARGH!” the fairy hollered in pain. But it wasn’t just Vanilla that was the problem.
Because of the commotion, the batgoats freaked out, activating whatever trap they were clearly guarding. WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO FRIGHTEN THEM, BECAUSE THEY WOULD SET OFF THE TRAP I thought furiously, though panicked at the same time as I sprang over the fallen tree.
“BOB YOU IDIOT!” screamed Emma as the dragon stood stock-still behind the tree’s roots.
“Sorry, I,”
But before anybody could do anything, the trap went off, and batgoats were hurtling through the sky past our eyes as a bomb exploded in the centre of the clearing. Rainbow fire sprayed everywhere, sparkles dusting everything while the rainbows dribbled on everything in sight.
I was thrown back by the force of the rainbow explosion, tossed head-over-hooves to slam into the side of a tree and daze me for a few blurry seconds. The sound rung in my ears, so I tried to look wildly around for the others. All I could see were rainbows and sparkles littered with branches, batgoats flung onto their backs, and all I could really hear was bleating.
“Damn it,” I groaned, rolling over and searching desperately. As my dizziness started to clear, I knew I had to check if the others were fine, because I knew I was OK. “Hello?”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry…” I heard the voice of Bob mutter, his neck and tail trapped solidly underneath a couple of massive fallen trees.
“You freaking butthole! What’s wrong with you?” I yelled with a slurred voice.
“It’s not my fault! Just please help,”
“I’m going to help the others.” I stumbled forwards through the rainbows, a strange substance coating every surface around me. Soon my legs up to my shoulders and thighs were covered in rainbow. “HUDSON?” I called.
There was no reply, heightening my concern. Of all we’d encountered, would rainbows and sparkles and batgoats do the most damage? It was then that I tripped upon a little fallen batgoat, that I helped to its feet.
It bleated at me and flew away.
“Guys?” I cried again, as loud as my wavering voice could manage. After a second, I heard a groan, a crack and a thump, making me spin around to watch a large branch roll over to hit a rainbow-coated trunk. I coughed. “Emma?”
The vampire sat up from pushing the log off her and looked at me, smothered with rainbow. She wiped colour off her face and stared at me in hysterical concern. “Where are the others?” she demanded, standing up.
“No idea. Help me find them.” I told her hastily.
“Why aren’t they speaking? THEY SHOULD BE SPEAKING IF THEY’RE OK,” she squeaked, grabbing her hair in stress.
“Calm down! I’m sure they’re fine!” I spat back at her as I jumped over a large rainbow log and continued my search. The only sounds I could hear were spastic bleating and Emma’s hyperventilation over the top of that.

* * *
“Damn, they don’t look too good.” Emma said, stepping back next to me and examining Hudson, Vanilla and Viperia who were slumped side by side against a rainbow-dusted log.
“They’re a little dazed, but not dead.” I replied, scuffing my hoof on the colourful ground.
“Well, we can’t just turn up to raid the unicorn castle like this!” said Emma almost jokingly, trying her best to dust off her shirt, which by then you wouldn’t have even be able to tell it used to be black. Or her hair. Skin. Jeans. Everything. From stomach down, I certainly was no longer a white Pegasus.
“Would you idiots be able to help me, already?” demanded Bob, who was still trapped under the trees after all that time. Emma groaned and walked away from me.
“Shut up.”
“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” huffed the dragon, who had given up his struggles. I rolled my eyes and decided not to respond.
“What time do you reckon it is?” I asked, squinting around. Emma leaned against a tree and examined her nails.
“I don’t know.” She sighed, looking up at the covered canopy. We couldn’t tell if it was dark – the forest was black anyway and the only light we had was the fire that Emma made on a shattered log in the clearing’s centre. By then, all the batgoats had left. Miraculously, there were no deaths. But whatever they were guarding was long-gone, whether there was treasure or just the bomb. Emma floated up into the air, up to the canopy roof, where she aimed her fingers. A blast of black magic shot upwards and made an enormous noise when it smashed the thick wood branch ceiling and revealed the sky. She dusted her hands on her jeans.
“Evening. Man, this place sucks.” She said, floating back to the ground and thumping to the floor. We were both rather quiet for a displeasing second, before Hudson made a gargled groaning noise. I glanced at him as he wiped his rainbow face and looked up at the two of us with dizzy eyes.
“Crap… what just happened?” he moaned nearly illegibly.
“An explosion.” Replied Emma, spinning her torso around to face behind. “I don’t think we should be out here.” She added. A shiver ran up my spine, making me not hesitant to agree.
“Get up, Hudson.” I said quietly, nudging the boy with my nose and forcing him to stand. “Emma, can you free Bob, please?”
“Are you serious?” she spat, flailing her arms in exaggeration. I gave her an eyebrow of finality, so she stomped over to the dragon and blasted the dead trees with her violent magic. I ignored their arguing.
“Can you just pick up Vanilla for me?” I asked Hudson. He scowled to himself and bent over, before scooping Vanilla up. His right arm was under her knees and left under her arms, her dress draping down. He groaned from the weight.
“Geez… I’ll turn into a donkey or a mule or something,” he started.
“She’ll fall off, it won’t work, I,”
“SHE’S REALLY HEAVY TO ME!” he complained, knees wobbling under the weight. I snorted in aggravation.
“Oh for freaking sake of freak!” I yelled.
“Shut it! For god’s sake, Hudson!” called Emma. She stormed swiftly over to us with a highly prominent expression of ‘can I kill you lot now’ in her eyes. She put out her hands and blinked furiously, so Hudson placed Vanilla’s limp figure into the vampire’s arms. She shrugged so that the fairy was in a comfortable position – despite being unconscious – and stalked away. I didn’t bother looking for her, everything was getting too dark to see.
Hudson mumbled a few little curse words, much to my surprise, and staring at the ground he picked up Viperia and placed her on my back. I made sure she was secure with my wings and then followed Hudson-cat and Emma into the trees. Bob’s much more fast-paced muttering though slower-paced footing sounded behind us as we managed to wind our way through the tight trees.
“Now, we can’t afford to run into anything.” I said carefully. “Find a place to sleep, I’m sure we’ll be at the kingdom by morning.”
“Whatever.” Is all Emma sighed, not viciously anymore by rather distantly, leading at the front of the group with agility, despite the fact she bore all of Vanilla’s weight. But then, I thought, she did manage to push an entire tree off herself. She was damn strong.
A while later, after doing our best and succeeding not to run into anything sinister, we found a nice place to rest. A few large trees similar to the previous night seemed rather suitable, so Emma placed Vanilla down in one. Hudson helped me get the then stirring Viperia off me and put her opposite the other girls, then shift into a cat and curl up at Vanilla’s feet. Bob slung his big body into a tree to keep watch, and after a lengthy struggle to get myself up, I dozed off in the branches of another and awaited morning.
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Postby Kodabomb » Thu May 08, 2014 11:16 am

This chapter is written from Vanilla's point of view. <33
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When I slowly awoke, I seemed to have no memory of the previous night. My mind was blurred and swirly like some mental whirlpool, and I found my vision staring in unfocused weirdness at the wooden surface in front of me. It took me a while to adjust myself, and I realized I was shivering a bit. My clothes and skin were covered in a strange, colourful liquid-powdery substance that sparkled in the limited light of morning.
I shuffled upwards and found the little, blonde Hudson-cat curled in a fluffy ball at my feet. My sling was missing, making my shoulder throb painfully and allow my agonized arm to fall limp at my side. I bit my lip to stifle my whiny cry. Opposite me, Viperia was slumped against a large tree branch and drooling – of course – down her rainbowed shirt front.
Next to me, Emma was asleep with her hands in her lap and face very still. I creased my brow for some reason, then relaxed myself and waited until perhaps everybody woke up. I had no clue how far through the forest we were, or who had the bag. That thought made me panic. I gasped a little.
I leaned forward and looked desperately to my left, past Emma. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness. “Bob! Bob!” I hissed quietly.
“What?” he spat back in silence.
“Where’s the bag?” I could clearly hear how drawly my voice was. I sounded drunk.
“I have it.” He said.
“What happened last night?”
“An explosion knocked you guys out. It’s all good though.” He said. I nodded slowly and hunched back against the tree again. We were then quiet.
A little while later, I began to get rather uncomfortable. The rainbow stuff and the fact I stank of sweat made me feel absolutely filthy. But I knew I couldn’t just undress and spray myself down in the forest. That would be even filthier. I unconsciously commented on it out loud. Bob sniffed and I flushed.
“You know, we could find a pond or a river or something.” He pointed out, his voice groaning as he stretched and hopped down out of his tree with a thud. I sighed and pushed my hair behind my ears.
“Yeah, I guess.” I grumbled. “It’s weird though.” My words still sounded drunk.
“EVERYBODY UP!” yelled Bob, almost sadistically, before I could say anything. I opened my mouth to protest and shut him up, but everybody was awake in just five seconds.
“What? What’s going on?” gurgled Emma, jolting awake.
“They’regunnaeatme,” Viperia dribbled, flailing and falling onto her side. “Whaaaat,”
Hudson-cat hissed and the fur on his spine stood up, so I chuckled and reached over to stroke him. He purred just once and trotted away, leaping down out of the tree.
“Let’s go, troops.” Said Bob. Nobody argued but nobody celebrated, climbing down from the branches onto the ground. I timidly shuffled to the edge of the branches and jumped, and when I hit the floor and swayed some cold hands steadied me.
“Sorry.” Muttered Emma, releasing me and looking away. I shook my head with mixed emotions, then scurried off to follow the others who were walking through the forest.
“What about George?” asked Viperia.
“I’m up, I’m awake!” called the jittery voice of the Pegasus. “I’m stuck.” He added. That was followed by a ground-shaking thud with a painful moan, and when we had walked a little way away, he trotted up behind us. The synchronized steps of 18 feet trod quietly through the nighttime-black shadows of early morning. I sort of knew which way to go, but I was truly too tired to try and confirm such a fact. What would the unicorn kingdom even look like? Was it underground? Floating? Invisible? Guarded by trolls? Non-existent? I moaned.
“Why’d you wake us?” asked Vipe after a little while.
“Bath time.” Replied Bob in monotone. Vipe spun around and glared at him in confusion. Nobody responded so we continued in utter silence, until suddenly Emma stopped and held up her hand.
“Hey, I smell water.” She said, shivering just a tinge and walking off to her left, pushing through some leafy brambles and disappearing behind them. I followed her hastily, fighting off the leaves that slapped me in the face. A couple of seconds later, it seemed she was right.
I emerged from the greenery into a very steep area of the forest – a waterfall-like river tumbling over the craggy rocks from down a high hill, decorated with sinister trees enshrouded with wispy grey fog. Steam rose form the surface of the shimmering clear water as the air was actually rather freezing. That thought made me shiver and rub my arms furiously.
“It looks cold.” Huffed Vipe, hugging her body from the chill.
“Look at the steam. Come on, that river’s warmer than the air.” Spat George, fluttering his wings. I walked down the rocky bank with little green blades of dew-drenched grass poking out here and there with the moss. Stretching out a timid hand, I brushed my icy fingers over the water and rippled the surface. It really was quite nice. It was slightly warmer than the air. That was fine by me – we were all covered in rainbows, sparkles, sweat, dirt, ash and all other crap.
“Alright. Um.” I said awkwardly. Emma grinned.
As Bob lumbered up to cleanse himself in private, we stood for a second in cold, misty silence. Then Emma shrugged and grasped the hem of her shirt in crossed arms and pulled the garment up over her head, removing it and chucking it onto the grass. I coughed. When she chucked her jeans on top of the shirt, the vampire was only in her underclothes as she ran her hands through her long, black hair.
“Whatever.” Muttered Vipe, chucking off her shirt and shorts too. I sort of stood there, watching the girls in surprise.
“Too modest, my friend?” smiled Emma. I flushed deeper and fiddled with the sleeve of my dress. Emma continued to look at me as Vipe squealed and tossed herself into the water with a splash, swimming around like the water fairy dugong she was. Behind Emma, Hudson shifted himself into a human and stared at the ground, fumbling with his dirtied shirt and leaving himself in just his brown shorts with a bare chest. I tried to distract myself by watching him in amusement as he dipped his toe in the river.
“Go away, I’ll get in myself.” I muttered, brushing her off with a shaking hand. She flicked her hair and winked, before sprinting to the water’s edge and throwing her body into the water with Viperia.
I sniffed and knew that I did need to get clean. But I had to take off my dress in private. Ugh. I scurried away from the others to behind a tree, where I grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I shimmied out of my gown and made sure it didn’t touch the dirty ground, draping the fabric over my folded arm. I felt so weird in my underwear’s top and pants, so I decided to skip down to the water quickly before I could be seen.
I came out from behind the tree and self-consciously covered my front with the arm holding the dress. When I was sure the others were under the water, surprisingly including Hudson, I placed my folded dress down next to the crinkled clothes of the others and waded out into the cold, rocky stream.
Instantly, the colours all over my skin started to come off. They seeped into the water and dyed it, but of course over that came the foggy brown-grey of the dirt that swirled into the water. I began to feel a whole lot better, going deeper until the water level was up to my collarbone. I scrubbed my skin with my hands, and used my magic to spray fresh water into my hair. I ducked under the surface to give my golden locks a scrub.
Then out of the darkness of the water’s depths, I suddenly saw a pair of glowing red eyes. I nearly gasped and gagged on water, but calmed myself when Emma grinned a white smile. I shot to the surface and squeezed my hair, sighing.
Emma popped up next to me and gave me a crooked smirk, before she got splashed by Viperia’s violent diving and flailing. Emma continued to look at me, face masked by curtains of wet ebony hair against her white and almost luminescent skin.
For a weird little moment, we stood side by side, the water up to our semi-bare and rather cold chests. I absently ran my fingers through my soggy golden hair, that reached down to my mid-back with the weight of the water. I shot Emma a short, weak smile, and looked out at the others. George was on the bank, insistent on not entering the water because of his wavering hydrophobia. Hudson was just sitting on a semi-submerged rock and scrubbing his feet. Viperia was floating on her back, going with the current and all her limbs sprawled. I didn’t know where Bob was.
“Hey, come on.” Said Emma quietly, nodding her head upstream.
“What? We can’t linger, there’s no time to waste.” I tried to argue.
“Just for a little. You can clear your mind; it’s healthy.” She insisted in a low voice.
“I know what’s healthy, Emma. I’m a doctor.”
“Then come.” Her hand closed around my wrist and pulled me up as she floated into the air. I was a little sore, but able to flap my wings enough to follow her. We went upstream, up the steep waterfalls through the mist and to the top of the hill, where covering a peaceful area of green grass was a large, still pool in the river. Over an area of the pool where the slope of the forest around touched the water’s edge, there was a large overhang under some thick, woven branches.
We both sat down, dripping wet, on the rock in the shadows. Though the sunshine couldn’t penetrate the forest canopy, the pool in the rocks with its surrounding trees and fog was rather peaceful and pretty. Of course I was constantly aware of creatures, demons and magic lurking just beyond it all and probably around us, I knew it was fine to relax.
That little bit of tension from our argument seemed to be wearing off as Emma and I swung our bare legs back and forth over the edge of the rock.
“How long do you think it’ll be until we find the princess and get over all this?” asked Emma.
I shrugged and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t know. The kingdom can’t be far away.” I replied. “Perhaps if somebody looked over the forest, we could see.”
“What the heck does it even look like?” she asked with an exhausted hand gesture.
“The map marks it with a triangle. No clue if it makes a difference.” I sighed, unfolding my arms to lean back on my hands. My shoulder throbbed horrifically. Emma didn’t respond, instead she rubbed her hand over her forehead and moaned, before massaging her right hand with her left. I looked down, a little curiously, and saw that she was rubbing the bite-mark on it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Sometimes my scar aches when I’m hungry.” She replied grudgingly.
“Hungry?” I repeated.
She took a moment. “Blood hungry.” Emma placed her hands in her lap. “When we met, I told you I only sometimes drink blood. Yeah, well it’s not that I just want to, in those sometimes.”
“Oh.” I said. I didn’t really… know that much about vampires. I studied in the fields of magic and medicine, not demons and whatever else.
“Yeah.” Emma said again. “Well , I just need to hold off a little longer.” Emma groaned and sat straighter, pushing herself to the edge of the rock before dropping off it and splashing into the water below. As the sound of the splash faded and reappeared when the vampire came to the surface, I jumped down too.
“You know, you’re a lot more complicated and sentimental than I thought you really were.” I commented. She hesitated and turned around. She only half met my eyes, touching the strap of her bra as she dithered over her thoughts.
“Yeah.” She said for the third time. “And you’re a lot stranger than I thought.”
I creased my brow and ran my hands through the waist-deep water around me.
“How?”
“Well, I just originally assumed you to be that straightforward, intelligent, get-to-the-task type of pretty little doctor fairy person.” She explained and twirled a flame of her fire magic around her three middle fingers. “But you’re different than that.”
“My friend, I’m an eighteen year old doctor that ditched her job to drag a Pegasus and another fairy along to rescue a wolf lady and assume it would all turn out fine.” I said, cocking my head and rubbing the back of my neck. “At this very second, I’m standing half naked in a spring in a forest with a vampire. I think your definition of pretty-little-doctor-fairy-person was only slightly inaccurate.”
Emma took a small second, then laughed a little bit. I smiled, our eyes locking for a minute.
“Perhaps my point is proven.”
“What about the others? Surely your opinions don’t all rest on me.” I said, dipping down to kneel on the pool floor with just my head poking out. Emma copied so we were both level with each other.
“Of course.” She said distantly. “Vipe’s cool, she’s rough and fun… Hudson isn’t actually capable of much. Originally I thought that and assumed I might be wrong, but I was at the start right. He’s nice, a sweet persona.” She paused for a minute and we smirked. “George is a little emotionally unstable, I have to say, and Bob is like one of those shadowy gangsters that are actually pretty darn simple.”
“Are you saying a 702 year old dragon is simple?” I asked.
“I think he chose to be.” Emma replied.
I nodded slowly. She was quite… observant for a person such as herself. I shrugged to myself.
“Well, we best get going. Wash your clothes and I’ll dry them with magic.” I said after a second. She nodded, and the both of us flew out of the water, over to the waterfall, and down near the river with the others.

* * *
“I swear, the unicorn kingdom is only like a kilometer away. We’ll be there in no time!” Bob’s voice called from far above us in the branches of the trees.
“Great!” Hudson yelled back sarcastically.
“Geez, the werewolf king will be wondering where the hell we’ve been this entire time.” I said, pulling a lock of my hair in stress.
“Relax! If he knows how dangerous it is to get into this god-forsaken place, he’ll think we’re saints for getting through so fast.” Said Viperia.
“What’s the weather like?” asked George. Bob landed near us.
“Weird. You can’t really hear it down here in the forest, but it’s thundering and the clouds are different.” Replied the dragon.
“It’s probably the magic of the unicorn kingdom.” I replied, distant-mindedly watching Bob twirl the bag around and around his tail. The bag also contained the lightning sword, making me feel a little relieved for some reason.
“That place sounds horrid.” Spat Hudson, scuffing the ground with his toes. I nodded in agreement, rubbing my arms. When I felt goose-bumps appear underneath my translucent dress sleeves, I realized my teeth were chattering.
“Has anybody noticed its getting a little… cold?” I asked with a shudder.
Viperia huffed a breath of air through her lips and examined the white condensation mist that gathered in the cold air. “Uh, yeah.” She replied and slipped her hands into the pockets of her shorts.
“The air smells funny.” Muttered Emma, sniffing deeply.
“What kind of funny?” asked George tentatively.
“I don’t know, recognizable.” She replied, releasing her breath. “Dead.”
“Dead?” Hudson’s face was pale.
“Don’t worry about it.” Spat Emma, waving her hands at him. “It smells the same as when we saw those ghosts.”
“Great. Ghosts. Yay.” Grumbled Bob in aggravating sarcasm. “Again.”
Nobody said anything for a minute, as we continued through the forest that just got colder and colder, darker and darker, foggier and foggier. I made sure I was on my guard, or as guarded as I could be, clutching my injured arm and stumbling over the twisted tree roots underfoot.
“Aw man. That smell…” Emma moaned after a few minutes. I creased my brow.
“What? Is it bad?” I asked.
“Too familiar. It’s weird.” She said, sounding a little bit distressed.
“Guys, oh my lord.” Bob suddenly said. I looked over at him with jittery concern. He was peering down a small, strange passage that led down a slope into the mist through the trees, and I could only just see a clearing at the other end. Bob began walking down it, and though I wanted to stop him, I realized that it was the only way through. The trees blocked our path in every other direction; too tightly wound to pass through.
Down the passage and through the cold mist, it was then that we came into the clearing. Where three figures emerged out of the mist. Tall… black humanoid silhouettes outlining glowing red eyes.
“These… these aren’t ghosts,” gasped Hudson, scrambling to climb onto George’s back in panic. My heart almost stopped beating, the presence of these creatures coming closer toward us until they stopped and the mist began to clear.
Emma choked and stumbled backwards, Vipe catching her.
“They’re vampires.” She finished. I grabbed my dress front and shuffled away from the looming figures, hiding behind Emma and Viperia.
“Well, hello travelers.” Said the first vampire, and I plucked the courage to look up. The first vampire was a male, dressed in a long-sleeved grey shirt and black jeans, with shiny, perfect hair on his white and kind of handsome face. A bite-marked could be clearly seen just above his collarbone.
Emma huffed and stamped her foot, stepping in front of Vipe and I and holding her arm out in front of Hudson. “What do you want?” she demanded.
The second vampire, a thin female with small black shorts, a tight red tee-shirt and black pixie haircut heaved in a breath through her nose with her eyes closed. I saw her bite-mark on the side of her face. When she released her breath and stared at Emma with flashing red eyes, she smiled.
“Smell that hunger in the air?” she said in a silken voice. The first vampire next to her smirked crookedly.
I looked at Emma, her face hard and glaring. She had tied back her hair in a bun after our swim, and her bangs hung down over her face.
“I didn’t expect another vampire to stumble upon us. Why haven’t you killed these mortals yet?” said the third vampire, another male with short black hair and a plaid red and grey collared shirt.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” said the female, running her tongue over her teeth.
“I can feed myself! I can feed off birds, or lizards, or,” Emma tried to argue.
“But the blood of somebody more… person…” whispered the first male, stepping forward a little. Emma tightened her stance in defense, Vipe ducking further behind her. But suddenly, before I could duck back behind Emma and Vipe, the male vampire reached out and snatched my hand. I gasped in shock, he pulled me into his arms and held me tight before the others, though not painfully.
“LET HER GO!” yelled Emma, hissing and flashing her glowing eyes. Emma’s hand snatched my wrist and tried to pull me away from the vampire, but he held me. I began to hyperventilate, unable to talk.
“It’s the right time of month for it, vampire.” Said the third one, placing a white and rather gentle hand on my captor’s shoulder. The male vampire released me half-willingly and I scurried over to the others, jumping onto George’s back and hiding myself in his mane. He didn’t even move.
“You can’t match me. I can defend them.” Said Emma, her voice cracking. Her hand instinctively raised to her tight throat and massaging it.
“How? You’re equal to us.” Teased the female vampire. Emma gave her a scowl, then pointed one hand at a tree on the opposite end of the clearing. A single blast of black, ghostly magic shot out of her palm and smashed into the trunk, withering and blackening the entire plant.
The three vampires looked rather shocked, their confident faces sinking as they stared at the dead, dark tree.
“What’s up with that?” demanded the female vampire, stepping in front of her fellows and staring at Emma. Emma glared back and blew on her fingers.
“Look, you can stop this if we talk. I’m the same species as you; I’m sure it would destroy your honor as a vampire to kill my friends.” She said triumphantly, pushing one of her bangs behind her ear.
“But we’re not in the vampire realm. Surely it doesn’t count.” Spat the third vampire, scanning Emma up and down. Emma shifted her weight to one foot and looked at him with a straight expression.
“You’re not as intelligent as I thought. Why the heck are you even here?” Emma sneered and lit her hand on fire, just to taunt and let them know how powerful she was. None of them responded, but the harsh and hard expressions that glared upon us showed me they weren’t dithering over a reply. “We’ll leave now.” she hissed quietly.
“I don’t think so.” Scolded the first vampire. “If you step toward that exit, we’ll chase you and kill you.”
“Emma,” whimpered Hudson.
“Don’t go.” Emma held up a hand.
“Well then what the freak?” dribbled Bob. Vipe threw an accusing look at him. Emma walked sideways a couple of steps and snatched the leather bag off Bob’s tail that swished in annoyance. She thrust her arm into the bag and pulled out the lightning sword, swinging it in front of her with both hands on the grip. The bag thumped limply to the ground.
I gasped. “Emma, you wouldn’t kill members of your own kind?” I hissed.
“Do you want them to kill you?” she spat back. I widened my eyes and didn’t respond.
“Stop it, vampire. Think about what you’re doing.” Hissed the female vampire, holding up a white, careful hand. I glanced swiftly at the first, handsome one, and he hissed. I narrowed my eyes and tightened myself around George’s wide back. She situation was tense, stabbing.
“It’s feeding time.” Whispered the third vampire, running his tongue over his teeth and stepping toward Emma. As I looked up her determined face, her tight jaw and aloft sword, she seemed a little… off. As I considered it, she looked almost small in comparison to the others. Her dark body amidst the grey of the misty forest, her red eyes glowing and staring back at the three other pairs…
“No. No, it’s not.” She whispered back. I gripped a lock of George’s mane. Her voice was dry.
“Vampires can’t die though,” I heard Bob hiss at Hudson. It didn’t seem like the vampires heard that though.
Could they? I knew from our encounter with the illusion of Death in the dungeon that it was possible, but I didn’t know exactly how possible. Clearly I didn’t study dark stuff like this enough in school.
“Emma,” I hissed.
“This isn’t about me, don’t say my name constantly.” She strained, pointing the lightning sword at the third vampire.
“Put down the weapon, Emma.” He said.
“YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME ANYTHING! WHY IS EVERYTHING ABOUT ME?” she screamed. When she finished, Bob heaved in a breath.
“No, Bob!” spat Hudson, shoving the dragon’s neck. “You’ll make them maaaaaaad,”
“I’LL MAKE THEM MAD!” Emma suddenly screamed.
Before any of us could do anything or think of something else, Emma launched herself into the air and came slamming down onto the vampire in front of her.
Driving the sword through his chest.
I couldn’t help screaming, watching the vampire collapse to the ground, clutching his bleeding chest. Emma yelled and pulled the sword back, the blade making a thundering sound and making lightning stream from its flashing sides. The female vampire cried out in terror, stepping back with a shocked expression.
“Only vampires can kill other vampires.” Hissed Emma. “RUN!”
George whinnied a scream and reared, kicking his front legs and striking the first vampire in the face. I yanked his mane and pulled him around, and he took off back up the forest track. His hooves thundered over the floor and I clung onto him for dear life.
“Vanilla!” yelled Viperia behind us. I gasped and turned while George still charged through the trees, and as Viperia sprinted up behind us I grabbed her arm. She was knocked by George’s legs but I hauled her up, and she sat behind me and gripped my shoulder with blood-drawing fingernails.
“Ow,” I muttered, smacking her hand. She didn’t loosen.
“Faster, George!” she squealed. The Pegasus’s breathing got heavier, but he continued.
“Where’s Bob? BOB, HUDSON?” I yelled, looking behind me and gasping as I only just dodged a passing tree. It was then that an eruption of flames could be seen down the slope, through the mass of trees. The shockwave of the fire went blasting outwards, making me holler in panic.
“Run! RUN!” Viperia yelled.
However, the flames and the blast didn’t reach as far as us, and I coughed a breath of relief when out of the orange explosion leapt Hudson-cheetah. George skidded to a stop, spinning around to face him as dirt sprayed everywhere. Hudson sprang into the air, and when Viperia outstretched her flailing arms, he shifted into a cat and fell into her chest. She clutched him as George began to move again.
“Was that Bob?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I breathed. George started to canter, along the side of the slope. The forest below us was on fire, the heat almost too much. A roar could be heard way down.
“Go, go,” whispered Viperia, so George went faster.
But all of a sudden, his hoof caught on a tree root, sending him falling. We both yelled, rolling off just in time when his enormous body thumped into the side of a tree and slid a little way down the hill. I coughed, but I was unable to stand; I had fallen on a strange angle and my arm throbbed agonizingly.
“AARGH!” I yelled, fumbling to dig my nails into some tree bark.
“Crap, Vanilla, get up!” yelled Viperia. Her voice was quicker – I started to hyperventilate.
“What?” I demanded.
“Get up!” she repeated. I whimpered and tried, but it was nearly impossible. Viperia threw Hudson-cat onto George as he stood and offered me a hand. I shook my head vigorously – it felt as though somebody had stabbed me repeatedly in the shoulder. It was not going to heal any time soon, sustaining a second blow…
But Viperia’s outstretched hand was abruptly pulled away from me. I gasped and looked around, Viperia’s scream piercing through the burning forest. My breathing quickened, just before another arm closed around my chest. I was hauled to my feet, pulled onto a chest and held. Tight.
“Argh! No! Let me go,” Viperia cried a little way from me.
“Vipe! Vipe! LET ME GO!” I yelled, clawing at the hands holding me. “VIPERIA! DON’T TOUCH VIPE!” I screamed. My voice carried and stopped, a damp and frightening silence lingering.
I was able to turn my neck a second, just far enough to sight my captor. It was the female vampire, not looking at me while she stared into the flames.
“EMMA! EMMA ARE YOU OK!” screamed Viperia. No reply came from the fire.
“Shut it!” yelled the voice of the first vampire, who must have had Vipe caught. “She’s fine. She just needs to come out. New plan.”
“Plan? Plan? What? Don’t touch her!” I yelled, but a cold hand cupping my mouth muffled my yells. Out of the corner of my eye I could see George staring at me from behind a tree, Hudson-cat on his head. I locked eyes with him and glared sternly – don’t move.
“IF YOU DON’T COME OUT AND FACE US, YOUR FAIRY GIRLS WILL BE OUR LUNCH!” yelled the first vampire. His yell echoed better than mine.
“KILLING ANOTHER VAMPIRE IS BY FAR THE MOST DISHONOURABLE THING! You disgrace our realm!” spat the vampire holding me. I winced and my hyperventilation worsened. I ripped her hand off my mouth so I could breath. Her grip around my torso tightened.
“Viperia, don’t move,” I hissed. She didn’t respond.
I watched the burning forest at the base of the hillside, the orange flames licking the trunks and the ground, the smoke escaping through the limited holes in the canopy. The heat carried up to where we stood, that fire providing the only light in the shadowy place. I was still shivering, though.
A moment passed, a long moment in which I thought perhaps Bob and Emma had ditched us. The cold arm of my vampire captor didn’t budge – and the fact it was so different to Emma’s more tentative hold annoyed me more than it should have. But after that moment, a path through the fire, through the trees, was cleared.
I held my breath, as lumbering through came the tall and heavy silhouette of Bob’s enormous figure, and upon his back was the slim shape of Emma. Her arms were lifted over her head, sparkling with black, sinister magic that parted the flames in a path.
“Dramatic entrance.” I heard Viperia breathe. I sniffed.
“What if I don’t want to BE a vampire?” her voice yelled over the crackling flames. I couldn’t see them very well, but her thump to the ground and the fading of her magic was prominent.
“Don’t be such a drama queen.” Spat the vampire holding me.
“I’m serious!” she yelled back.
“Then why the heck aren’t you dead? Why are you one?” said the male vampire unenthusiastically, almost as if he was bored.
“That doesn’t matter. Hand over my fairies.” Demanded Emma.
“Fight us.” Said the female vampire. Emma laughed, unamused.
“I could throw this sword through your heart, and you won’t even realize.” She hissed, stepping forward more. She was only ten metres from us, which did seem small. I scuffed my feet on the ground and the arm closed tighter, making me choke.
“Maybe. But even if you do that, it means one of your fairies is going to die.” Said the female holding me, and I whimpered. I glanced briefly again into the darkness of the trees to see George and Hudson-cat exactly where they were before.
The vampires stared at each other, unmoving and cold and stiff. Emma stood straight and defensive with her sword aloft, looking back and forward between the two pairs of eyes on her. Technically four, but Viperia and I weren’t even relevant. I grit my teeth and tried to loosen the grip around my near-suffocating chest.
“What are you doing?” I heaved, directing it at Emma. I still couldn’t see Viperia in the other side of the tree, making me nervy.
Suddenly, I heard a slip and a thump, and gasped when I saw the lightning sword lying on the ground. I bore my teeth and tried to struggle. “Emma!” I yelled.
“Good, come over here.” Said the female vampire. My eyes flickered and I saw Bob’s yellow irises glowing in the dark, half his face outlined by the orange of the fire. Emma began to walk forward, coming within about five metres of us. I panted, clawing fiercely at the red-sleeved arm around me.
“Don’t,” I heard Viperia scowl.
Emma stopped a few paces in front of us, just below on the slope. I could clearly see her now. It was then that, abruptly, my captor released me. I choked and coughed before I hit the ground, slumping and getting covered in dirt. I breathed heavily and scrambled over the forest floor, finding Viperia on the other side of the tree and grasping her outstretched arm.
We crawled around the tree and scuffled over roots until we could see the vampire’s facing off. I held my breath.
“Do something!” hissed George under his breath from a small distance away.
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Postby Kodabomb » Tue May 13, 2014 10:20 pm

This chapter is written from Viperia's point of view. =D
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I barely even had time to breathe, my lungs stopped heaving when a shockwave of agony ripped through and winded me. Before I could try to breath, I was falling head over heels down the slope of the forest, toward the smoldering fire licking the ground and roots and trunks. Vanilla’s squeal rang in my ears when she fell on top of me, and for a small second, we lay in a pile of limbs and wings to try and scope the scene around.
Just above us, up near the trees, Hudson had turned himself into a whale, of all the odd things to see flapping around in the forest amongst shattered trees. Hudson-whale moaned and flailed his boat-sized flippers, accidentally catching George on it and sending him flying and screaming through the forest.
“Oh holy crapballs,” I muttered.
“Is George alright?” whispered Vanilla.
“Forget him, look at Emma!” I replied. Vanilla went pale and looked around, and followed my gaze to see that Emma was slumped on a tree, clutching her bleeding head.
“Oh my god!” whimpered Vanilla. Despite the fact her arm was even more broken than before and she was covered in purple bruises, she scrambled to her feet and limped up the hillside. Almost the entire area around us was occupied by Hudson-whale, moaning and whistling so loud I couldn’t even hear myself as I yelled out.
“The vampires! Where are they?” I screeched. Vanilla was standing over Emma.
“Vanilla, I’m fine,” she said and I could only just hear her.
“SHUT IT, HUDSON!” I yelled. He stopped groaning. I didn’t know how long he could stay in whale form. But we were vulnerable if he changed back…
“Over there!” cried Emma, pointing. I gasped. She was right. The male vampire was closing in, his red eyes glowing brighter than before. He was baring his teeth, so I stood in front of the others in protection.
“You can’t fight him!” strained Vanilla. Her hand stretched out and groped at my shirt’s hem.
“Where’s the sword?” I demanded, pretending I didn’t hear her. Her fingers were gripped around my shirt. “Vanilla,”
“It’s there, but give it to me, please.” Hissed Emma. Her voice was tight, and I could clearly see why – silhouetted against the huge shape of Hudson-whale lit up by the forest fire was the first vampire, coming closer and closer.
“Argh!” I yelled. I spotted the lightning sword.
Throwing one last glance back at the girls on the tree, I flung my hands forward I flew onto the ground. I couldn’t see anything as I rolled over and over down the slope of the trees, screaming just one squawk of pain when a shudder of agony rippled up my spin. In a second, I took a moment to comprehend my surroundings as I crouched in the shadowy darkness barely metres from the fire. I panted.
The lightning sword was just in my reach, and once I took the half second to snatch it, I began sprinting back toward the others. Through the forest. Toward the scene. Pain.
Pain.
Force.
“NO!” Emma’s yell stabbed through the air.
“VANILLA!” I screamed on instinct.
I placed one foot on a root, sighted the shape of the looming vampire, and held the lightning sword aloft. With one enormous swing and an adrenaline-pumped battle holler, the blade plummeted down onto the back of the attacker.
Unfortunately it wasn’t as glorious as I thought, it sort of cut his side, but I’d saved Vanilla. She sat shaken and wide-eyed behind Emma, who was holding her head and her foot.
I gasped. Blood streamed from both places, and she was nearly crying. I swung around and saw the attacking vampire lying on the ground, his eyes and mouth and stance even more vicious than before. Hudson-whale’s whistles began to wail again, so I could no longer hear.
“Viperia!” I could only just hear Emma. “Give it to me!”
“No! You’ll get killed!” I yelled back savagely.
“GIVE IT TO ME, VIPERIA! YOU CAN’T KILL HIM!” she argued. I almost felt sorry for her, she couldn’t even move, and I was stuck between the fallen attacker and the weakened figures of Vanilla and Emma. The stench of blood stained the air amongst the smoke, the sight of it becoming more and more figured every second. The male vampire was getting to his feet.
Where was the female?
“You guys NEED to RUN.” I hissed in my most utter urgency. “BOB, WHERE THE STUFF ARE YOU?”
“Vipe,” Vanilla whispered.
My heart pumped faster than ever. “No. I can get this.” I spat.
The vampire began to come forth. Come on. Take me. I could do it.
Come at me bro.
I held the sword at my side, stiffer than my muscles could handle, ready to thrust forward like the jousting pole of a knight. He crouched and I watched his legs tense as he was ready to pounce.
Heartbeats.
Fire.
Breathing.
Whale-moaning.
Razor teeth and red eyes.
More whale-moaning.
And just as the enormous, vicious, hungry body of the vampire came lunging on top of me, an ice-cold hand closed around mine and another fist to the stomach sent me to the ground. When my arm twisted and I released the sword not without about twenty seven different swear words, the sound of tearing flesh swirled in my mind.
Emma thumped to the forest floor, the lightning sword flashed. Vanilla gasped.
The blood smell stung my nostrils, and I knew it wasn’t from just one person. All of us were bleeding, and I needed to attend to the worst of it.
“Emma…” I moaned. My arm and my spine and my head and my feet throbbed, so to get to my collapsed friend I could only sort of fall over like a brain-dead potato.
“Let me,” heaved Vanilla some distance away.
“No, you’re hurt…” I managed. She remained silent. “Emma?” I offered, putting a hand on her shoulder. She lay half on her front, half on her side, and half her face and hair was stained in blood. Her foot was as well, and I stole one glance at the dead male vampire near us. His grey shirt front sported a black stain.
Emma saved me. She stole the sword and stabbed him – she killed him. I wouldn’t have been able to. I would have died.
But she didn’t do it glamorously. Her head was injured from the attack of the Hudson-whale, her foot was hurt from – probably – my swing of the sword going too far the first time, and her side had an enormous bruise from the flailing and misguided attack she stole from me.
That was when – finally and thank goodness – Hudson changed back to normal. Trees fell and crumbled, allowing small gaps in the canopy that had no sunshine because of the outside storm clouds. Hudson recovered by lying in a pathetic ball amongst the upturned tree roots.
“Are you going to be alright?” I asked Emma, but that was when Bob touched down.
“Get the girls on. Vipe, are you fine?” he asked.
“Yeah, whatever.” I muttered, helping a near-sobbing Emma onto her feet then onto Bob’s back. Vanilla staggered down toward us, whimpering just a little, and offered her a hand. She shot me a small smile and got on Bob behind Emma. “Go, get them away from the fire.”
“You find George,” he directed, before turning and charging off through the trees. On the way, Hudson-cat climbed aboard, and within just a few seconds they were gone.
For a moment, as I stood alone in the emptiness of dim forest, I was wary. Concern racked me – where was the other vampire? She obviously wasn’t dead – Emma didn’t get a chance. But I knew I shouldn’t worry – the faster we got out the faster everything could be sorted.
“George?” I called. “Where are you, douche?!”
I wrapped my arms around my body and crept through the trees, feeling tingly and quite inclined to get away from the fading scene. My feet were bare and disgustingly sticky with blood, making the dirt and dry, rotten vegetation underfoot stick.
“Vipe…” I heard a moan from the shadows.
“George?” I sighed in relief. I found him wedged in an unhealthy angle in the wooden arms of a few trees, with a couple of gashes at the base of his neck that seeped rainbow blood. I knelt down beside him and he snorted weakly.
“What’s going on?” he dribbled.
“You need to get up.” I told him, placing my hands on the neck of his thick neck and pushing. He squeaked a small groan but allowed me to get him to his heavy hooves, but he used a trunk to support his whole weight. I waved my fingers around, emitting small green sparkles, and tried to massage them into his wound. It didn’t work. I gave up. “Dizzy?” I offered.
“Yeah.” He murmured.
I helped him along, he swayed a fair amount, but by the time we were at the top of the slope and looking far down at the fire, he had straightened out and knew what was going on. The problem was, I didn’t know where the others actually were.
I absently-mindedly mounted George as he lumbered along the now flat ground, navigating through the near solid mass of trees. A few knocked-over trunks indicated where Bob must have gone, so I pointed in that direction and George walked through.
As soon as we were past that area, and the trees began to thin, thundering footsteps could be heard just over a tiny. I gasped and looked up. Hudson-donkey appeared and changed human the second he spotted us.
“We found it! Guys, the kingdom’s walls!” he yelled.
My eyes widened. Another gasped shot through my lips and I exchanged an unreadable look with George.
Then, when Hudson sprinted back over the little hill in the shadows, the Pegasus reared and bolted after him. But as we came over, I was about to yell when Vanilla hissed for me to be quiet. I creased my brow, but silenced myself. I sighed and demounted George, giving his neck a small pat before I joined Emma and Vanilla sitting on the ground.
They were magically tending to injuries. I hesitantly rubbing the areas where I was bruised and wounded, but my stubborn self didn’t allow me to ask for Vanilla’s help. I slipped my hands into my pockets and looked around.
They were right. We were on a fairly high hill, decorated thickly with trees, rocks and roots that made the air seem stuffily humid. But despite the air’s moisture, it was still rather cold. I bit my lip to stifle the shiver. At the very bottom of the hillside, I could just see – through the mass of tree trunks – a stone surface that blocked out all else.
“When we’re done, we’ll smash in there!” I whisper-yelled, thumping a fist against my forearm with a triumphant smirk. “Won’t we?” I said to Vanilla.
She made a crooked expression with her lips and shook her head. “It’s light. There’ll be unicorns bustling everywhere in there. We don’t even know how big it is.” She replied in a hushed voice. I grumbled a complaint and sat myself down on the mossy ground, resting my chin in my palms.
“Well, we should at least shift camp uphill.” Said Hudson. His voice was so gentle that he didn’t even have to forcibly lower it.
Vanilla considered him for a moment, then cocked her head in a small nod. Her grimace of pain was very clear as he stood, so I offered her a hand. Instead, she waved it away and tossed a nervous glance downhill at the wall beyond the edge of the forest. “Help Emma up,” she directed Hudson. He nodded and stood briskly, helping Emma to her staggering feet and slinging her arm around his shoulder.
The atmosphere around us was strange. Quiet. Painful. Anticipating. Damp. It wasn’t bad, or tight, or depressing. Maybe it was just my perception of the second. I followed the others up the hill, ignoring the pain throbbing in my muscles and bones, and scampered up beside George.
“Hello.” I said.
“Sup.” He replied. I grinned and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, just as we were at the top and looking for a place to settle down, protected. We stumbled around for a second, until we found a ‘pleasant’ rocky outcropping, with trees surrounding it like a cocoon. Roots wound their way down through the rock, wrapping around the jaggedness of its features. There was large enough gap that allowed us through it’s the surprisingly private area of the rock’s surface.
“Will we be safe here?” I asked as I bounced about and looked at the dark little area.
“Sure. I reckon the vampires were the last boundaries of evil things. The unicorns wouldn’t have anything lurking closer to its walls.” Replied Vanilla quietly, stepping in beside me.
“Alright.” I shrugged.
“Unless they’re all ‘programmed’ not to attack the unicorns.” Bob made one air quote with his claws.
“Whatever.” Sighed Hudson, coming in and ever-so-delicately setting Emma down. She thanked him and he sat crossed-legged and simple next to her.
“We’re not going anywhere else?” I asked after a second. I ducked out of George’s way as he squeezed in behind us. Vanilla shook her head.
“I’m just sore all over.” She half-laughed, stretching her arms out in front of her.
Emma shifted herself up so she was almost upright, and put out a white hand. I shuffled out of the way as a rather weak flicker of flame glimmered from her fingertips and gathered as a fireplace before us.
“Why?” I asked dumbly. Vanilla grumbled in tire and closed her eyes.
“Warmth, Viperia.” She replied under her breath.
“Alright. What time is it?” I then asked.
“Does it look like anybody’s got a watch?” spat Emma. I held up my hands in defense as I sat down in front of the fire near George’s legs. Eyebrows raised and mouth shut, I lifted a hand and swirled my fingers around a few times, emitting sparkles of auras and such and fiddling with my surroundings. I didn’t understand magic, really.
I heard Hudson retrieve and unfold the map, reading and examining it quietly. In the awkwardness of the quiet, I flicked my fingers sharply and accidentally turned the fire green.
“The kingdom is a triangle.” Hudson commented. Vanilla reopened her eyes and glanced over.
“Oh, so it is,” she said, almost in surprise.
“Where the heck’s the entrance?” asked George, lowering his head to look at the map.
Vanilla sat up more and snatched the paper away from Hudson, peering at it curiously. She blew exasperated air from her lips and shrugged. “I’m sorry, but I am so not in the mood.” The map fell to her lap and was timidly retrieved by Hudson who put it away.
“C’mon, sleep.” Muttered Emma, limply grabbing Vanilla’s arm. She nodded in non-hesitant agreement, and in a moment the two were snoring. I glared at both their faces and slouched.

* * *
The sun was only just setting – I could see the orange glare outside – when I reached the climax of my boredom. Emma and Vanilla were still sound asleep, and neither had stirred for the however many millions of light-years we’d been sitting here. Hudson was only just on the verge of sleep at that second, his head starting to loll onto his shoulder. George was awake, but he was settling for a rest.
Nope. No way. The longer you stay immobilized with nothing to do, the lest tired you become. Well, that was my rule anyway.
I stood up briskly but quietly and dusted the back of my shorts, before slipping through the gap in the tree roots/branches/limbs. I strolled delicately over the ground. To one side lay the depths of the dark, unwelcoming entanglement of trees and fog, and to the other the green slope dotted with red light. It was glaring – I supposed the clouds still lingered.
I felt more safe than I had for the past few days at that very second. We were at the edge of the forest, no danger, and just beyond the walls of the kingdom where danger lurked, but couldn’t get to us outside. The thought forced a small smile to my lips.
I walked through the shadowy evening to a rock on the very edge of the hillside of thick forest and sat upon it, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring into the gloom.
Right then, I could think.
I hadn’t really… thought much since the start. Not really. Not by myself. I absent-mindedly brushed my fingers over the scars of my wounds decorating my ankles and lower legs. It was an indication that my thoughts were correct.
It wasn’t actually my choice to come along and do this. It was by accident that I stumbled upon the most insane thing I’d ever done, and the one most in my league. If I hadn’t used my flirty little pretty-fairy impersonation to lure George into the fairy kingdom that day, Vanilla would never have offered for us to come with her.
There wasn’t really much turning back – that would be an abandonment of my only friend, and this group that happened to also be present. Vanilla was, and always had been, my only friend. We’d known each other for many years, and though we really never got along, I knew that I was the only person Vanilla considered ‘friend’ over ‘acquaintance’.
“Well what chu gonna do about it.” I said to myself as a rested my chin on my knee.
I didn’t really want to think, actually.
Only a few minutes later was it dark, and I found that I was attempting to build something out of blue and green magic. However, when I stepped too far and tumbled off the rock, my magic failed as I ended up with my legs over my torso and face in the dirt. I growled viciously and sat up with a grumble of frustrated peeved-off-ness.

* * *
“I’M HUNGRY,”
I hauled my body weight up the side of the hill toward out little area on the rock after realizing I’d fallen asleep the previous night in the very same place I fell off the rock.
“I’M HUNGRYYYY,” I persisted, tumbling into the side of the tree on the rock.
“Shut uuuuup…” replied a voice.
“Nooooooo,” I moaned back. I collapsed through the entrance and found my head at Hudson’s feet.
“There’s no food.” He muttered and closed his eyes. He was annoyed. He was never actually annoyed. I lifted one arm and fiddled with a little tooth tied to a piece of string around his ankle I hadn’t previously noticed.
“Where are the others?” I asked.
“It’s not light yet, so the girls have gone to scan the kingdom’s perimeter.” He replied, gently grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his foot. So I sat up and fiddled with a small lock of his blonde-brown hair. He looked at me like I was going to bite him.
“Excellent. That does not explain the whereabouts of the OTHER others.”
“Please don’t touch my hair.” He said, shaking his head like a dog.
I persisted to touch his hair, only because it was actually annoying him. Or scaring him. Or both.
“George is finding some food and Bob is… I think he’s practicing saxophone.” He told me as he gave up prying his hair from my fingers.
“We can’t get or eat food in a place like this, and how the heck did Bob get a saxophone? He plays?” I demanded.
“Yes.” Hudson said obviously. “Vanilla knows a spell that can apparently cleanse magically effected foodstuffs.” I creased my brow and nodded, dropping my hand to my side.
Suddenly, I heard swift footsteps outside. I knew who was coming, and sat to attention just as Emma arrived in the tree root entrance. He eyes were forceful and she beckoned for us. Hudson heaved me to my feet.
“Come on, Vanilla’s insistent there’s no time to waste. We need to go.” She said.
“But, food…” I whispered desperately.
“It’ll be fine. We aren’t in THAT much of a rush.” She replied.
“But, Bob and George,” said Hudson.
“Ugh!” Emma shoved us out the door and a second later we were running down the slope, in the darkness of morning.
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Postby Kodabomb » Fri May 23, 2014 4:17 pm

This chapter is written from Emma's point of view. =D
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I pushed Hudson and Viperia down through the forest, urging them through the thick, dark early morning. We made a right turn and I remembered the place that Vanilla had taken me, until finally I found the pile of boulders in which she was nestled. I shoved Vipe over a rock and she landed on her face, though Hudson shuffled his way down gently. Vanilla was eyeing the close forest edge carefully, though there wasn’t much to see.
“What’s over there?” I asked, getting down beside her.
“We wouldn’t have even noticed, even yesterday evening.” Started Vanilla. “There’s a big ravine crack thing – I don’t know how far down it goes but it’s definitely not natural. It’s a unicorn defense. Dangerous.”
“What else?” asked Hudson.
“A bridge, over there. It’s probably trapped, but we have to try it.” She replied.
“Can’t we just fly over?” offered Vipe.
“Haven’t we already established this?” spat Vanilla. “NO. It would draw too much attention.”
Vanilla’s annoyed grumble sounded over my next statement. “So would the presence of a bunch of non-unicorn intruders even if we do go through the gates.” I argued.
“We’ll get to that, alright? Just, come on,” Vanilla started to stand, but just as she did so, a large thump could be heard behind us as Bob touched down. He craned his neck down.
“So, what’s happening?” he said.
“UGH!” roared Vanilla. Bob raised his head back up in surprise and didn’t question him again, and that was when George arrived. Slung around his neck was the bag, bulging more than usual.
“I have the food everybody!” he cried triumphantly. “Do you know how hard it is to find edible material in this place? Impossible. I nearly died.”
“Then how did you get it?” asked Hudson, climbing out of the boulder ditch and helping the rest of us up.
“A house. Full of those weird ghosts that like tea parties and flipping around and they have no perception of what’s going on around them.” He replied. Viperia snorted and removed the bag from George, opening the flap and tipping the contents out onto the forest floor.
“Weird.” I muttered. I picked up a small glass box of biscuits. Who even…? I shrugged and opened the latch, taking a couple of biscuits then putting it back. I floated in the air on my back.
Viperia picked up a can of energy drink from the bag originally and opened it, giving it a sniff before offering it to George. He took it in his teeth.
Within a few hungry seconds of the six of us tearing at the bag’s fodder, we were quiet and stocked-up enough to sit down and consume what we’d hoarded. Viperia sat on her items and barked at Hudson when he sat next to her.
I managed to obtain another strange glass box, this time full of tea. Of all odd things you could put in a box, you put liquid. I wanted to drink it but I was without cups, sitting there holding a glass rectangle of tea. I put it down and opened the lid, awkwardly putting my face down near it.
I wasn’t going to lap it up like a dog. I glanced at Hudson as I closed the lid. “Hey, can we swap?”
“Why?” he asked.
“My box is full of tea and I’m not an animal.” I replied. Vanilla shot me a glance.
Hudson shrugged and tossed over a fair-sized satin bag. I pushed the box over to him and he turned into Hudson-cat, so I opened the weird bag and examined it. It was full of breadcrumbs and peanuts.
“What?” I said to myself, pouring some onto an empty hand and eating it absently.
A few minutes later, we were done with breakfast. Vanilla beckoned us all to our feet and hastily shoved the food into the bag before Hudson slung it over his shoulder. “We haven’t much time now. We have to get in before morning.”
Vanilla jumped over a few boulders, and after taking a breath I joined at her side. We traipsed partway down the dark hillside until we were almost out of the forest. We were nearly there. About ten metres away from where we stood, the moss and grass gave way to stone and cracks with winding roots in them. Beyond that, the immense, smooth grey surface of the kingdom’s wall.
I then looked closer and realized what Vanilla was getting at. Dividing the wall’s base and the solid ground on which we stood, was an opening in the earth.
“Oh holy buttholes.” Muttered George as Vanilla led us along the edge of the forest to where I then spotted a bridge.
A bridge that hung over an even wider split in the ravine. What was at the bottom? I shivered.
We trudged over to the bridge and Bob stepped swiftly in front of us. He held up a claw and hovered another over the bridge’s floor.
“What are you doing?” hissed Vipe.
“See? There’s lava at the bottom of the ravine.” He whispered back. “I’ll step on first. If I fall, I’m immune to lava. If I don’t, it’s safe.”
I exchanged glances with Vanilla as Bob placed a large, clawed foot down onto the stone surface of the bridge. Its rails were tall pyramid-like spikes joined with thick, worn rope. Bob put another foot forward and looked down, not nervously like we would have, but curiously and as though he needed confirmation or to define where he stood.
When he was fully on the bridge – which oddly led across the wide ravine and directly into the kingdom’s wall – he beckoned us aboard. I didn’t want to float, I wanted to brave it like Vanilla, so I walked onto the surface at her side. Vipe of course flew, Hudson-cat slunk his way beneath us and George sort of awkwardly lumbered on. We spread out.
The bridge was about three metres wide and twenty metres long. On one side was the tall mass of smooth stone, and the other side was the dark forest.
“Oh my god,” Vanilla suddenly whispered. I gasped and turned around when she wrapped her fingers around my forearm, to see what she was looking at.
On the other side of the bridge, by the wall, came a figure fabricated from the thin, black air. Bob snarled like a lion and lowered his head. “Get back!” he called to us.
But the figure remained still.
An immense, tall, intimidating creature about four whole metres in height towered over us. It took the form of a bright white lioness with six legs equipped with talons the size of Vanilla’s foot. It had a long tail that coiled through the air like a snake, and red slit eyes.
But, despite it all, it didn’t seem very vicious. Just… neutral.
When it spoke, its voice seemed eerily doubled and not normal, though it had just one head.
“Intruders, greetings.” It said in a feminine voice.
“Intruders?” demanded Viperia, raising a fist.
“Entry, seek you?” asked the creature. Vanilla awkwardly nodded. “I am, Idcirko. Pass none will, less mind have you, questioning for only.”
“WHAT?” dribbled Viperia. Hudson shifted human and shoved a hand into her mouth.
“What kind of questioning, Idcirko?” asked Vanilla, voice quivering.
“Questioning, some kinds used singularly, menacingly by he and she who taunt the mind.” Idcirko looked at us with bright eyes as her tail swished around.
“Riddles…” muttered George. Vanilla grinned and nodded at him. “How many riddles you got for us?”
“Presence in numbers halved.” Replied Idcirko. I didn’t really get it.
“Three?” offered Hudson tentatively.
Idcirko nodded.
“Alright, bring it on!” I said. Idcirko blinked once, delicately as she adjusted herself and moved her six legs around for comfort.
“Heaven you need, Hell avoid you must but too easily confused they are. Guard the doors do identical brothers, but one may not be trusted. One question you only ask for entry via Heaven’s door, but one brother, lie he will always. What question, ask you?” said Idcirko. She offered it patiently.
“What?” said Bob, whose confidence was a fair bit less prevalent than a few minutes ago. He was miniature in comparison to Idcirko.
“Who asks that stuff?” I huffed periphrastically, scratching my forehead and watching Viperia’s hard expression swiftly just give up.
“It’s a riddle, stupid.” I heard Hudson whisper back, hitting her on the upper arm. She returned it angrily, and the actions went back and forth until Viperia threw a punch and nearly knocked Hudson out.
“Can we have more than one guess?” asked George.
“Talk amongst yourselves you may of course, but guess announced is final.” Replied Idcirko. I watched Vanilla nod slowly. She then turned to us and all of us – except Bob – reverted our gaze toward her.
“What do we ask?” offered Viperia with a turned up lip highlighting her disgruntled scowl.
“Well, we can’t ask which door is Heaven.” Explained Vanilla, fiddling with her sleeve. “Because the liar brother is going to say his door is as well.”
“Why not ask which door is Hell?” asked Hudson. I flattened my expression and stared at the stone ground.
“That wouldn’t work either. They’d both point to each other’s door.” I huffed.
“Well come on madam smarty-pants, I thought you knew everything.” Sneered Viperia. Vanilla poked her tongue out and continued thinking, so I remained quiet.
“Well doesn’t this suck.” Said George under his breath. I glanced briefly at Vanilla and Viperia, then at Hudson who was examining his fingernails, before joining the Pegasus as he stood on the edge of the bridge. I peered down into the ravine, the dark and almost bottomless pit only just managing to send out its unwelcoming glow of magma.
Instant death to the unprepared. That was one bloody good way to guard a kingdom. I’d probably make it with little injury, Vanilla and Viperia possibly, Hudson if he could think fast enough… George definitely wouldn’t and Bob would fall; whether he would manage to escape was different. I scratched my ear.
I couldn’t really help finding my gaze slide upwards to the face of Idcirko, a placid expression on her otherwise intimidating face. For some reason, I could tell she knew I was looking at her, but chose not to look back.
“How about ‘what would you say’? Come on Vanilla we’re running out of time!” Viperia whined on the other side of me. That’s when I heard Vanilla gasp.
“Yes! Ohmygosh that’s it!” she cried. I pursed my lips and watch the fairy confidently stride up to Idcirko.
“Correct answer, have you fairy?” she asked. Vanilla grinned and I couldn’t help myself fiddle with my collarbone.
“You ask; ‘what would your brother say his door is?’.” Said Vanilla. Idcirko blinked. “Heaven brother would say ‘Heaven’, because he knows his brother lies, and Hell brother would say ‘Hell’, because, well, he lies!” she trilled confidently.
“Correct. Next riddle comes,” started Idcirko.
“Make it quick?” offered Viperia with a stressed whine in her voice. Idcirko didn’t say anything, or make a sound at all, but I could tell she heard.
“A knife you use, and stab through my head you do, but over my dead remains you weep. What am I?” asked Idcirko. I creased my brow and considered trying to find an answer, but decided against it when Bob grunted in amusement.
“It’s an onion, duh.” He muttered, not looking at any of us and gazing absently into the forest.
“Oh what, you didn’t even try to discuss that!” scolded Vanilla instantly. She furiously huffed and folded her arms, glaring up at Idcirko.
“Fear not, young one, answer correct is your partner.” said the huge beast tenderly. Vanilla turned up her lips like she tasted something gross, not saying anything more when she strode to my side.
“Young one my fat butt.” She spat under her breath.
“Your butt’s not fat.” I whispered back when Idcirko began to speak again. Though she wasn’t making much of a contribution, Viperia was bouncing on the balls of her feet with impatient agitation.
Vanilla glanced up at me for a second then looked away.
“Why be entry not granted to she, princess of fairies, of the unicorn kingdom’s gates?” Idcirko said, and the second she finished, Vanilla’s stunned gaze was shot straight up at the riddle master’s face.
“Excuse me?” she spat.
“What? That’s not even… that’s not a riddle! That’s a dumb-fudge question!” blabbered Viperia with her.
What were they on about? I shifted my weight to one leg and exchanged confused glances with Hudson. “Is there something we’re missing here?” I said dumbly.
“Yeah, you don’t live in the fairy kingdom!” said Vanilla, placing a hand on my cheek and shoving me.
“Well?” said Idcirko.
I realized – the riddle master had basically just riddled us with a plain, stupid, kid-grade question.
“Because she’s a dumb, cranky female dog cow-face that nobody likes.” Replied Vanilla.
Idcirko lowered her enormous, white, red-eyed face all the way down to our level and smirked, the air from her nose blowing over us like a storm. “Correct.”

* * *
Idcirko said no goodbye when her figure evaporated into the darkness, the shimmering remains of her disappearance lingering for a second until it was like she was never there. I stared behind me at the foggy forest, then in front where the remainder of the long bridge ran into the wall. Confused, I walked toward it with the others, ignoring the fact that we were directly over a deadly ravine that led into the depths of the Earth’s crust. I trotted up beside Vanilla.
“Wow, you seriously hate your queen or something!” I said in surprise. She sniffed.
“Yeah. That was the reason I came on this quest. Because of it, I’m not a fairy kingdom citizen anymore.” Vanilla replied, and I couldn’t help noticing her hand brush the brown front of her dress. A second later, we were at the edge of the kingdom’s wall. It towered over us, far higher than where Idcirko’s head would have reached. Its surroundings were so eerie at this hour. It was so silent, so dark and grey. Nobody was awake beyond that wall, but everybody would want us dead. What kind of troop like ours shows up at such a tightly guarded place without reason?
What I didn’t understand, was the fact THERE WAS NO FREAKING DOOR FOR THE BRIDGE TO LEAD INTO.
“What do we do?” asked George, placing a hoof on the wall. Viperia looked at him with a weird expression for a second, and with little hesitated, put her hand up next to his.
“Do this, maybe?” she suggested. Vanilla shrugged when Hudson looked at her for approval.
Her pinkish hand was placed on the stone next to Viperia’s dull white-flesh one. Hudson’s tanned hand touched next, then Bob’s big purple claw. Last, I lifted my white hand and touched my palm to the cold, smooth stone.
Immediately, the kingdom’s wall responded to our riddle-mastering touches, and the surface began to rumble and vibrate ever so slightly. A doorway, a limited doorway only just large enough for Bob’s figure, began to carve out from the rock. The ‘door’ itself, seconds ago just part of the wall, slid to the side and magically created a gap for us to walk through, into the kingdom.
I didn’t realize it until my blood started rushing to my brain that I was holding my breath, so I released and rubbed my chest. I suddenly felt a hand around my lower arm, and found that Vanilla was rather nervously clutching it. I walked forward and she followed.
The kingdom began to unfold around us. The wall didn’t show us to any grand entrance, or welcoming gates. It just tossed us randomly into the kingdom wherever the door decided to open. “How did that happen?” I whispered.
“Magic.” Replied Vanilla. I nodded and narrowed my eyes.
Not far away was the edge of the city, pretty normal looking but creepily dark and shadowy as it was far too early. Trees were planted randomly between homes and other buildings, neat cobble roads lay all through as streets. For some reason, it my gut it ticked me off that a place so evil could look so normal. The place I lived was pretty evil… but not very normal.
“We need to get into the castle before daylight.” Hissed George, allowing Viperia to jump aboard his back. I looked around for a second until I saw it. In the centre of the city, a tall and strange castle composed of triangular shapes, not very visible from our position and just an obscure pointy shape against the slowly lightening sky.
“Hurry.” Hissed Vanilla. She clung tighter to my arm and hurried me over to Bob, where she pushed me onto his back. I climbed on and helped her up. Hudson got on George behind Vipe.
“Why?” I started to ask.
“We might look… less suspicious. It’ll hold them off. Just… to the castle!” she hissed.
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Postby Kodabomb » Mon Jun 23, 2014 4:33 pm

This chapter is written from Vanilla's point of view. <33
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The streets, the buildings, the whole city was pretty average. Not a single unicorn was encountered in the short while it took to swiftly navigate the corners and paths. The castle and its towers of triangular steeples gave me shudders up my arms, making me pull my translucent sleeves further down over my hands. Only a few more hours, and maybe the Princess would be safe.
I kept low down on Bob’s back, wrapping my arms around his neck and remaining very still. Emma had her hands gently around my waist to hold on, keeping watch. Next to us, Hudson had his hands on Vipe’s shoulders, and Vipe was holding onto George’s glistening mane.
“We’re almost there.” Said Bob quietly. I nodded as we turned a street corner and moved hastily but silently over the cobble, and up ahead I saw a huge set of iron spiked gates in another smooth stone wall.
“There’re the gates! What do we do?” hissed Hudson, panicking a little as George halted. He shrugged the bag further onto his shoulders, and I noticed the sword was in it.
“Calm down!” I whispered back, shoving Bob’s head forward to make him continue moving. We quietly approached the gates, where two black unicorns with white, cropped mane stood. They were fully attired in silver armour, holding spears. I’d never seen a real unicorn before; they were the same size as Pegasi, maybe just a bit large like Hudson’s horse form. Their horns that protruded from the centre of their foreheads were long and thin, their eyes were golden with slits. Their hooves were tufted like a draft horse.
Emma and I straightened, and so did Bob. George and the others backed up behind us, so I took it like they were mimicking our servants.
“Good morning.” I said curtly. One of the guards eyed me and I tried to hold down my goosebumps. I cleared my throat. “We seek entry to the castle.”
“With whom do you wish to speak?” asked the guard gruffly.
“The king.” I replied, swallowing dryly. I didn’t know his name… I didn’t even know if there WAS a king…
The guard studied me for one agonizing second. “Let them through, they got in. It must be important.” Said the other guard in exhaustion.
“What if they’re after the princess?” the first one spat back.
“Do you see any werewolves, Zach?” the second one barked, hitting him in the chest-plate with one hoof. He turned to us with a flat expression. “You may enter.”
My heart flittered and I felt Emma’s grip shift. I turned to look at her briefly and shot her a triumphant grin. We were in! Into the castle, on our way to rescue the werewolf princess and be completely done with this madness. I could redeem myself to my own princess again, get my job back, not go on any worldly quests again…
Suddenly I felt an elbow in my ribs and grunted. I shot Emma a glare but she wasn’t looking at me. She was pointing straight ahead. In front of us, the ground began to rumble. The grass began to wither, fade. A patch of it, in a square, it crumbled away and the dirt dissolved like it was affected by magic, until a new surface was revealed.
“What’s going on?” whispered George in panic, backing up. I held my breath. The surface was that of iron, a door that began to slide open and reveal a ramp that stretched into the dark below the earth of the castle grounds. What WAS going on? I felt a little panicked, running my fingers through my blonde locks and trying to calm myself down.
“Come on, let’s leave it alone,” I muttered, looking around for the entrance to the castle. But I couldn’t find it, no, I couldn’t manage to get my eyes far enough away from the sight down the ramp, at the sight that was more than able to give me the goosebumps I’d held back.
Little glowing eyes. About ten in each bunch; red and shining and sinister, charging up toward us so fast that by the time the great terrors had reached the surface, George’s scream was too late. “GIANT SPIDERS!!” he hollered.
I let out a blood-curdling horror-screech. It was! Enormous, scurrying arachnids the size of horses, harnessed around their thoraxes to silver, pointy chariots in which more unicorn guards sat. “THE GUARDS WERE A TRAP!” I gasped, as Bob reared and roared, trying to get us away from them. But the chariots were encircling us faster than any horse-drawn chariot could, and we were cornered not only in the circle of spider chariots, but the walls of the castle.
“We’re trapped! We’re trapped!” Hudson girl-screamed, and Vipe was too shocked to even shut him up that time.
“Get off me and get behind me!” Bob yelled at Emma and I. I squealed in fright and allowed Emma to pull me off, but her tug got my dress caught on Bob’s spiny back and send me thumping to the ground. I felt like tears were going to come on, I was just metres away from the hair, pointy, scuttling feet of the enormous spiders.
Suddenly the chariots charged. Horrified revulsion filled my body as I couldn’t stand, so I instead rolled over and curled into a ball, hearing the screams of Hudson and Viperia and Emma, and feeling the hot flames of Bob’s thundering breath explode outwards and attack the incomers. But I realized, as I opened my eyes and allowed Emma to drag me to my feet, that it wasn’t enough. A gurgled scream escaped my throat as I watched a jet of disgustingly terrifying spider silk spray out and attack Bob’s throat, closing his wind pipe and making him howl with rage. The unicorn in the chariot threw a spear toward the dragon as he reared, and it stabbed into his neck, forcing him backwards.
“BOB!” I yelled, reaching forward and watching the huge beast stumble backwards and suddenly topple into the deep moat behind him. “NO!”
“What do you mean?” yelled Emma, sending a blast of black magic from her fingertips.
“That’s obedience potion, it’ll turn him into a slave!” I yelled back desperately, watching the chariots close in.
“HE’S IMMUNE TO POISON!” yelled Emma, spinning and sending an enormous jet of withering powers into the face of a spider. I pursed my lips and considered that, before screaming when a spider came hurtling toward me. I gasped and a huge lightning bolt of energy went shooting out of my hands, hitting the spider in the heart and sending it flying backwards. It smashed into the chariot behind and squashed the unicorn riding it.
“Crap, George is going to get killed! He’s not,” I ducked away from a flying spear, “doing anything!”
“Oh balls. What is Viperia doing?” gasped Emma in a strained panic voice.
I looked over. She was standing there, a look of the most utter I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing on her face as she swirled her hands around and around to summon a big sphere of green energy.
“VIPE, NO!” I bellowed. But it was too late. With a throaty yell, Viperia’s arms flung out to the sides, tossing her energy ball out in a wave with such a shock that it sent her toppling to the ground. The spray of magic flew over the heads of the spiders, hitting all of the unicorns in the circle smack in the face. Every single one fell, unconscious, making the spiders go WILD.
Loose from their binding harnesses, the vicious creatures flailed their enormous legs and showed their sword-like fangs, charging forward and snapping their pincers.
“WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!” screamed Emma, skillfully waving her hand in a semicircle and taking out a bunch of the monsters in a single jet of magic.
“Where do we go?” I yelled back, flicking blue lightning repeatedly at a single spider until it was down.
“Fly! Come ON!” Emma exaggerated the last word as she pushed out one last jet of magic.
“My shoulder’s too sore and VIPERIA!” I shrieked. To my devastated terror, Viperia was screaming pain as two spiders launched themselves onto her. I shoved Emma away and tried to run toward her, but my path became blocked by a flying chariot that smashed on the ground in front of me, tossed by Hudson-elephant. “NO! VIPERIA!”
I leapt over the shattered remains but I was again far too late, Vipe was unconscious, wrapped in silk and being carried off by a massive spider and its other spider companion.
I couldn’t help the tears on my face. “VIPE! NO! THEY’VE GOT HER!”
“Vanilla, we need to get into the castle!” insisted Emma, running toward me when I tried to chase after the spiders who were headed toward a drawbridge now lowering over the moat for them.
“Vipe! VIPE!” I sobbed, trying to run. But my ankle became twisted, and as I fell, Emma’s arms were around me and hauling me away from a spider trying to attack. She withered it with an angered blast. She pushed me forcefully along, all the way over to George who had just got a grasp on the situation and was trying to escape the spiders. With my eyes blurry from tears, Emma helped me hastily onto George’s back and smacked his butt. He whinnied loudly and reared.
“GET INTO THE CASTLE, HURRY,” started Emma.
But suddenly I felt a hot glow on my face, and I instinctively shielded my eyes from the light that beamed down from the sky.
No.
There was no time.
Sunlight.
Emma screamed and collapsed, the sun’s rays attacking her face like a million laser beams. “Emma! EMMA!” I begged, but she just continued to scream, a shriveling figure on the dull grass… The few spiders that were left began to centre in on her as George flapped his wings and lifted himself into the air.
“HUDSON!” I called out to the white elephant, who heard my yell instantly and turned. Flinging the spider he had in his trunk onto the ground and stamping on it with one huge foot, he shifted into a big, blonde stallion and charged toward the scene. Kicking the spiders out of the way, he forced a weak and injured Emma onto his back and reared.
However, our stroke of bad luck in regards to the sun didn’t last, and it then ducked the incoming dark clouds of the kingdom. I breathed a sigh of relief, but only before I saw that the drawbridge down below wasn’t only utilized by Vipe’s captors, but by a fresh army of unicorn guards covered in cruel weaponry. Alerted by the intrusion, the army advanced. A few weakened spiders glared at Hudson and Emma down on the ground, and the first thing the guard army noticed was them.
I tugged on George’s mane and forced his head around, making him squawk and flail his legs and nearly kick me off. I hissed for him to stop, but I wasn’t doing anything helpful but scream at Hudson. “Come ON! RUN, HUDSON!” I tried. He reared, bucking and attempting to fend off the attacking spiders, only managing to crush one’s head and take off along the edge of the castle wall. I wanted to relax, there was just that little spur of relief, but the entire mass of black, armoured unicorn soldiers thundered after them.
I slapped George’s neck and butt as hard as I could manage, forcing him harder and harder toward the ground. His girly scream was ringing in my ears, the terrified idiot was refusing to go on the ground. Watching Hudson and Emma vanish from my view and knowing time was slipping all too fast, I flung out my fingers and demanded for my magic to come. The aura of light blue surrounded my fingers, and with one burst of willingness I used my telekinesis to slap George’s wings onto his sides.
“I’m sorry,” I moaned when we plummeted to the ground, but luckily neither of us we hurt. The tail end of the army of guards were up ahead, so George raced after them.
“What are we doing?” he whined, galloping as fast as his pathetic legs could manage.
“We need to have all of us before we get into the castle!” I replied focusing my gaze as we came up behind the guards. I let out a blast of energy which blew up the ground beneath about five soldiers, sending them flying and knocking George off balance. “We have two to save now!” I found my arm was wrapped tight around his thrusting neck as I clung on for dear life. “GET AROUND THEM!” I screamed.
“I can’t! What the heck!” he wailed, his breath heaving.
“Aaargh!” I forced magic repeatedly to my fingers, blasting the earth into the air and making me shield my eyes as we just kept running behind the hundreds of hooves that were after Hudson and Emma.
“Come on, come on, come on…. STOP DOING THAT, VANILLA!”
“Sorry!” I fizzled. I held one arm out, as painful as it was, and a flame of energy came. “Nearly….”
All of a sudden, the shiny blue crap shot out of my arm and threw me almost all the way backwards, making me shriek but still hold on. Half a second later, the destruction of my magic made an enormous, shockwave-sending explosion in front of all the unicorn guards, tossing them everywhere; into the walls, the moat, the castle sides….
That’s when I saw them; Hudson and Emma had been blasted too.
It was like time was slowed down enough to think but not enough for me comprehend what was going on – Hudson-horse and Emma were sailing into the sky. George wasn’t quick enough, he tripped and stumbled…
But suddenly
They were caught.
Bob, escaped from the moat and braving his wing injuries, rocketed into the air with Hudson-human coiled tight into his long tail, and Hudson’s arms were wrapped around Emma’s waist who was dangling upside-down and yelling at the top of her lungs. With one more giant spider and a few more guards alive and after us, George got his brain back and flapped his wings, pulling us into the sky and chasing after the others.
“We can’t stop, we have to get into the castle, now!” yelled Bob, clawing at his throat to rid himself of the spider silk. It wasn’t working.
“Don’t bother with your fire, it wouldn’t make a difference!” I called. “The castle’s made of stone,”
“Then how the heck are we getting in?” demanded Emma, squirming in Hudson’s grasp but not doing herself much good. I looked at the castle; an enormous structure of rock pillars in triangles and sharpness, towering so, SO much higher than I originally perceived. There was no way we would be able to enter through the top and arrive safe at the bottom where the dungeons were.
“We need to go back to the entrance!” I commanded. Bob turned and glared at me.
“What? There’ll be guards by the flipping BILLION.” He retaliated.
“It’s the only way we can get to the dungeons quickest!” I insisted. He huffed and shook his head.
“I am NOT getting attacked by a spear-armed freakin’ unicorn again,”
“She’s right.” Put in Hudson. Bob groaned.
“Go! Hurry!” I panicked. Bob soared downwards and George, over the many exploded unicorns and dead spiders, around the side of the castle until the drawbridge could be spotted. It was getting pulled up already; that meant whoever was inside was planning something more for their intruders.
We came to the front of the drawbridge, and with a single lightning bolt of the most enormous force I could pull forth, I blasted the stone bridge and it crumbled. Its pieces fell into the moat of obedience potion.
“Ready?” Bob muttered, showing for us to go first. George gathered himself, then began to shoot toward the door. I watched briefly as Bob flung Hudson and Emma onto his back, Hudson readily throwing the sword over to Emma.
When I turned back, George was swooping toward the smashed door, and I realised his wingspan was too large to fit. “George! Tuck in your wings!” I trilled in a panic. He gasped and did as told only a split millisecond before we fell through the hole, his hooves scuffing on the floor and sending him toppling down. “Aaargh!” I yelped. When George’s scream tried to escape his mouth as he fell on his face and nearly crushed me, I launched forward and clamped my hands over his mouth.
“Sssssssh,” I hissed, heaving him to his hooves and dragging him to the side of the wall. I looked around. We were in the entrance hall, a big stone room with barely any decorations. On side had two staircase; one up and one down, and the sides of the room had doors leading wherever else in the castle. We weren’t going to be alone for long, we were most definitely trapped. My hands kept locked around George’s muzzle.
“Get in!” I hissed at the broken door, not able to see outside. Though a second later, Bob squeezed his way through with Hudson and Emma, breaking more of the door off in the process.
“Now what?” spat Emma, springing nimbly off the dragon’s back with the lightning sword in hand. I noticed the black aura that was tinting her fingers and the air around on one hand.
“The staircase!” said Bob, pushing us forward. Heart pumping, I released George and sprinted with Emma toward the staircase leading down, and so far I couldn’t see anything down there.
“Where are the guards?” asked Hudson wearily as the five of us charged down the stairs with zooming feet, descending into the darkness.
“I can hear them,” replied Emma, eyes widening.
“Where?” I demanded.
“Back up there, coming down the big stairs.” She replied. I nodded and swallowed dryly, springing of a platform and tripping my way down further and further. I stumbled but Emma was able to catch my arm.
“Do you think they’ll track us down here?” I asked. Emma shrugged, then hesitated while she ran.
“Wait… no, I hear more! Down there, I think we’re near the dungeon chamber entrances! Bob, do you hear that?”
“Yeah,” he growled. “Be on your guard!”
“What?” panted George.
“Down here… crap they can hear us!” breathed Emma. Skidding to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, she forced us to halt. Hudson demounted Bob and stood lightly behind me and Emma.
I strained my ears and couldn’t hear whatever was down the dark hallway. Stretched out in front of us like a looming void of darkness was an underground passage, completely unlit and tall-ceilinged. I shivered and summoned light to my fingertips, before releasing it and making the orb shoot down the corridor. Nothing showed up, and far down the end, the light dropped sharply downwards.
“Weird.” Said Hudson.
“Where are the guards?” asked George. “You said you could hear them.”
I looked to my right and saw a door, and Emma followed my gaze. She swallowed and frantically pointed, making me step back. “They’re down there! There must be more stairs,”
“We have to get down there, that must be the dungeon entrance.” Said Bob.
“No, they’re coming!” strained Emma. “They’re coming up the stairs,”
“And down,” Bob pricked his head with a panicked expression.
“Run!” I squealed.
I shoved Emma in the back and nearly tripped over doing so, and as the vampire sprinted off into the darkness ahead, Hudson snatched my arm and pulled me up so I was steady. I panted and ran as fast as I could alongside him, checking over my shoulder. I could hear them then. Charging hooves and yelling voices; they’d know exactly where we were going.
I tried to make my running as silent as possible, but we were going over stone and George’s hooves were louder than ever. My shoes didn’t do much good either.
“Come on!” hissed Emma, and when she turned I could see her glowing eyes clearly. I tried to quicken my pace, holding my ripped dress up and attempting to go as fast as Hudson. At the end of the chamber, Emma shushed us and made us halt. George skidded and nearly toppled forward.
“What?” whispered Bob. I looked over my shoulder again hurriedly. The guards hadn’t seen us yet clearly; but they knew we were down here. I couldn’t see them.
“There’s a drop off, it goes straight down.” Whispered Emma under her breath.
“Well then jump!” whined Hudson.
“No, we don’t know where it leads!” replied Emma.
“Can you see anything?” I hissed.
“No, I…”
“Hurry, they are going to come ANY SECOND NOW!” spat Bob, blowing hot air over us. Emma made a whimpering noise, but sighed. Unexpectedly, she grasped my wrist and I clamped hers back. I prepared to jump into the pit.
“Seal it when you come, alright?” I said behind me.
“How?” demanded George. I shrugged, just as Emma jumped and we plummeted into the black.
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