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Story One-Hundred and Fifty-One Ends October 31st
"Servant! I need Blood Mole Seeds! Fetch them for me!"
"Y-yes, master. R-right away, master," said the cowering mutant Blumaroo as
he gripped his tentacompass and headed into the woods. Everyday was like this for
him. His master would demand an item for a potion he was working on. Then,
Mal would be sent into the dark forest, where most of the time he would collapse
from exhaustion before finding his way out with the item.
Mal shuddered at the memories of what happened whenever he failed. Of course,
come to think of it, it wasn't all that great when he succeeded, either. He'd
return to his master, bouncing joyfully on his tail, hoping for the least bit of
praise or gratitude. Every time, though, he'd only have the item ripped from
his grasp, and then be told to fetch something else.
What a miserable existence, he thought, bouncing on his sore tail. "I know," he
said aloud, slamming his fist into his palm. "I'll run away... that'll show him!
Let's watch master try and get those ingredients himself!" His triumphant thought
soon withered away, though. Eventually, he would collapse from exhaustion, and his
master would have him dragged back into his service. Besides, he really didn't
have anywhere else to go. He let out a long sigh. "So much for my useless dreaming
of ever being anything more than a tormented slave." He looked at the wrinkled
piece of paper in his fist, reading the name of the item he was to deliver to
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Date: 27 October
..."blood mole seeds." Mal muttered under his breath as he made his way through
the gloomy woods. "Get your own blood mole seeds, Master!" he said to himself, s
haking his fist. As he contemplated the thought of running away once more,
Mal racked his brain for any clue as to where he could find some blood mole seeds.
"Now I remember!" Mal cried triumphantly as he sat perched on his aching tail,
holding his tentacompass in front of him. "Master told me to get those seeds
last week. If I recall correctly, they are located near that hollow tree on the
north side of the woods." He smiled to himself and glanced at his tentacompass.
Having checked that he was going the right way, he bounced deeper into the
Gigantic trees towered over him. More than once, he stopped to see a beady
pair of eyes peering at him through the darkness. Mal shuddered and trudged on.
Whenever he was sent on an errand of this sort, Mal had plenty of time to think.
He enjoyed daydreaming about the day when he would be strong enough to run free.
But that's all it was, a dream. Mal would never be free. He would spend the
rest of his life serving his ungracious Master.
For the first time, Mal began to wonder why his Master needed all those
ingredients. He stopped bouncing for a moment to process his thoughts.
Why couldn't Master get these supplies himself? And what sort of spells
did he cast, anyway?
"More importantly," Mal said to himself as he continued his search. "What
does he do all day? What makes him so busy that I have to complete his errands
Mal made a bold decision. That night, when he returned from his quest and
presented the Master with his ingredients, he would secretly follow his
Master and watch the spell casting. It would be dangerous, but at least his
curiosity would be put to rest.
Mal's thoughts were interrupted when he stumbled over the root of a tree. He
looked up to see an ancient tree with a hole at the base, revealing a hollow
inside. There, in the hole, were some blood mole seeds. Mal cried out with
glee as he scurried over over to the hole. Just as he was about to scoop up the seeds
and put them in a bag, Mal heard something approaching. He spun around,
then gasped. There, standing before him, was...
Date: 27 October
....a hooded figure dressed in black, with its steady face hidden beneath the
shadows. It glared at him with beaded red eyes, then grumbled, "Do you know
what you desire? I know of what you seek. Come into the center of the woods,
where the werelupes howl and the ghosts haunt the night. There you shall find what you
seek. Do not trust, and do not speak of it... for I foretell."
Mal stared blindly, confused and bewildered. His mouth opened in shock,
about to ask the mysterious figure what the message was supposed to have
meant, when a stream of fog erupted from the figure's feet, and an evil
shrill of laughter echoed. He coughed and gagged as the smoke, giving
off a burnt rubber smell, seemed to burn his throat.
Mal stood still, waiting for the shock of reality to hit him head on. "Was that
for real, or did I imagine it all?" He shook his head. No, he thought,
it couldn't be! He could still sense the eerie feel of the creature's
scent, the gnarly grin and the devilish red eyes that glowed like fire. He was
determined not to think about it, until he'd gotten home and delivered the blood
mole seeds that he'd been sent out for in the first place.
"Master is sure to have my head if I'm late..." Mal grumbled to
himself while stuffing the blood mole seeds into a paper bag. He trudged
through thick mud back to where his master waited for him...
Date: 28 October
...but found that as he went forward, the Blumaroo got stuck in the waist-deep muck.
Mal groaned. "This'll take forever," he muttered. He backed up, right into a patch
of brambles. Terrific... more trouble! Wincing, he freed himself and started
forward again, this time avoiding the spot where he'd gotten stuck. Before he
knew it, Mal was trapped again. Once more he groaned.
This happened many more times. The forest seemed determined to make him
follow one path, and one path only. Mal panicked once he realized where he was
headed, for he was being forced straight towards the center of the forest. After
all, this was where, as the creature had said, "the werelupes howl and the ghosts
haunt the night."
He shuddered, then turned around. He would not be going to meet that creature
if he had any say about it. A few minutes later, later, Mal found himself on
a solid path, wet all over and thoroughly discouraged. The trees rustled,
saying, "You don't have any say about it."
"Maybe the path will lead out, eventually," he told himself hopefully. "After
all, these woods can't go on forever." Slightly more cheerful, Mal set out along
the trail the forest had set for him.
He soon arrived at a clearing. Werelupes howled, and silver shimmers moaned
softly. Mal, who was trying to ignore the creepy feelings that the trees were sending
to him, didn't notice that several shadows had begun to surround him, until the
tallest one blocked him. Demonic red eyes stared down at him maliciously. "So,
you have chosen to take what you desire, have you?"...
Date: 28 October
...Mal stood in awe of the eerie feeling that crept through the air, then
turned to face the dark figure and said, "The woods... they just pulled me
this way; it wasn't a choice. My direction was guided without my control."
The dark figure's shrill laughter chilled Mal to the bone. "Even the woods
can be enchanted when, shall I say, they are provoked to be? Now, you...
answer my question. Have you chosen to take what you desire?" the dark figure hissed
in a whisper.
Mal stood silent, shivering with fright and unable to answer. The figure spoke
again. "I stood in the shadows, listening to all the questions that you have about
your master; your true thoughts about him, and the desire you have to live free
from his control... I have the answers that you seek, and the power to grant you
the freedom that you dream of!
Your Master sends you out into the woods, to bring him the items that he needs,
because he is afraid of entering the very same woods that he orders you to roam.
He fears the dark figure that lurks here, waiting for him... he fears me! It's
hard to believe one such as him knows fear, but
trust me... it is a great fear. With one simple gesture you can be free."
brought out an object from beneath its cloak. "Along with the ingredient you have
found today, take this potion to him as a gift--a bonus, if you will. He will
be pleased, for it is a rare and valuable potion that his greed will be unable
to keep from opening. However, it is cursed in a way that he will not realize
until it is too late. Then, when all has been said and done, freedom will be your
reward for helping me. So, what do you say? Will you take what you desire?"
Mal stood there thinking about the offer, and what it would mean to finally be
free... but, what if the plan failed? The price to pay for betraying his Master
would surely be great. The dark figure invaded his thoughts by saying: "One last
thing... look into this ball, and see what your Master does while you are tromping
through these dark, dangerous woods, getting his items. Look deep, and you'll
see what his latest spell is to be used for."
Mal saw a glowing yellow ball descend in front of him and, with his breath held deep,
he peered in. Instantly, he saw his Master rewarding another slave, who worked half as
much as he did! Mal felt betrayed. The image soon faded, and another took its place.
This time, he saw the plans for his master's latest spell... Mal's mouth dropped open
as he witnessed this most diabolical of plots. He couldn't believe his eyes! At that
moment, the Blumaroo knew what he had to do. He looked to the dark figure and said....
Date: 29 October
..."I'll take it."
"Excellent," the dark figure said with satisfaction. He then gave Mal the potion.
"Just to make sure you don't forget what you saw, I'll even allow you to keep
the ball," the dark figure added.
Mal nodded his head, then hurried back to his master with a sour look on his face.
* * * * *
"Master, here's your ingredient," Mal said with disgust, taking care to avert
his master's eyes.
The master accepted it, but not with pleasure.
"You took an awful long time, slave. No supper for you," he spat angrily.
"I'm sorry," Mal choked, not able to forget what he had seen in the yellow ball.
"It was only because I stumbled on a log and found this..."
The Blumaroo then took out the potion. It was glowing a spooky green color, and the
liquid inside was a disgusting-looking gray.
The eyes of Mal's master were full of delight. All week he had been trying to create this
potion, and now his bumbling Blumaroo servant had actually found one already stewed!
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Give that here!" the master snapped, grabbing the potion
greedily. He then gave poor Mal a sharp kick in the stomach. "That was for not
turning this over sooner, you fool!"
Mal looked up in protest, but then smiled. His master would get what was coming to him
"Now go to your bed, and don't let me see your ugly face until morning!" Mal's master
The Blumaroo nodded, then went over to his bed of rocks. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep,
though. Instead, he took out the yellow ball and looked inside to see what would be happening
to his master...
Date: 29 October
... Inside the yellow ball he could see the same visions that he'd seen earlier.
"What!?" Mal thought. "I've already seen these visions... what's going on?
Why isn't the ball working?"
He examined the ball, finding a small bit of text underneath it:
"Made by Evilous Toys, Inc."
"This thing was a toy!?" he exclaimed. "Oh no... could this mean that--"
Mal ran to his master's study. Upon reaching the door, he looked into the keyhole.
Through the aperture, he could see his master laughing as he carefully opened the bottle
that Mal had brought. As soon as he opened the vial, black smoke came out of it.
"No! What treachery is this?!" screamed the master.
"Oh, yes!" said a fiendish voice. "You are done with your meddling. Without your
ridiculous potions to keep him trapped, my master shall once again reign supreme!"
Mal's eyes widened as he kept looking through the keyhole. What have I done?
Date: 30 October
...in confusion. Had he really betrayed the wrong person? Mal stared helplessly as the
ominous black smoke coalesced into a dark figure... the same figure from the forest!
Mal gasped in surprise... he had been duped!
The figure whirled towards the door and stared straight at Mal, red eyes glaring. Mal
froze in terror. He was sure there was no way for the figure to see him through the door...
or could it? He started to back away slowly, trying not to breathe. The figure cackled
insanely, then gestured at the closed door, which flung open. Mal tried to run, but an
invisible force gripped him and pulled him inside the room, where his master was
"Sit and watch, little slave," the figure crooned mockingly, as ropes appeared from nowhere
to tie Mal to a chair. "Soon you'll see what you've really done." The figure
turned towards the fireplace, then threw some black powder onto the flames. Instantly,
the room was filled with a loud, roaring noise, which was followed by the flames leaping
towards the center of the room. They now formed a blazing circle, which nearly reached
the ceiling. The figure immediately went into a rhythmic, shuffling walk around the
flames, muttering strange words.
"Ascendere, master...kjarmica, epalisos, nemitosta..." The figure's red eyes glowed in
the light from the fire.
Mal squirmed desperately in his chair. Despite all his tugging and pulling, though, the
ropes simply would not loosen. He looked up to see his master glaring balefully at him. "This is
all your fault, you miserable slime!" His master rasped angrily. "When I get out of here--"
Mal couldn't help himself. "Oh, shut up!" he shouted. "I'm trying to get us out of
this, alright?!?" He wriggled more in frustration. "And for your information," he added furiously,
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you had just been nicer to me! I mean, would it have
killed you to say 'nice job', even once?" His master stared at him, shocked into silence.
Mal leaned far to his right, and was relieved to feel something give. He just had to
lean a little farther...
The flames turned a bright purple, and a shockwave swept through the room, knocking Mal
to the floor, chair and all. "Behold!" the figure cried triumphantly, pointing to a cloud
of smoke. "My master is free."...
Date: 30 October
...A figure rose from the shockwave that was so horrible and frightening that Mal had
to close his eyes. A second later he heard a horrible, evil laugh. Unable to help himself,
he opened one eye.
The figure was tall and black, like the other, but huge, and the space under his hood,
where his head should have been, was just an empty space of neverending blackness.
Mal couldn't take his eyes off the horrible creature. He began falling into a daze,
as if he surveying the nightmarish scene from afar.
"Mal!" came the voice of his master, knocking him back to reality.
He looked over, shocked and amazed. He had never heard his master speak his name before.
"Y-you, know my name? I-I..." he stammered incredulously.
"Yes," said his master.
Mal now saw something in his master's eyes that had never been there before. He saw
desperation, remorse... but most of all, fear. Terrible fear. Mal felt so sorry for his
master that, at that very moment, he made up his mind: he was the only one that could
In the midst of all this was the figure, who had begun to mix up a huge potion.
The foul-smelling slime began to make Mal a bit dizzy. But he remembered that his hands
had begun to get loose.
Wriggling and squirming, Mal was finally able to get his hands free. He needed to free
his master so that he could get them out, but he couldn't let the figures see him. Slowly,
he began inching his chair over.
Mal finally managed to get over and untie his master's hands. However, while he was trying to come up
with a plan, the hooded figure finished his potion. He turned
around and raised a decaying finger to summon the captives; but at that moment,
Mal's master sprang from his chair...
Date: 31 October
..."WHAT!?" The black, hooded figure screamed; it was a high and terrible scream that reflected
Mal's evergrowing fear. "H-how did..." The hooded figure's red eyes flicked over towards Mal. "WRETCH!" He
roared. Then, turning to the cloaked figure who had started this all, he said, "Get
them back in the chairs!"
Mal knew, at that moment, that he had to avoid being captured... he had to somehow help
The Blumaroo summoned up all his courage as the black figure came closer. His master
hovered behind anxiously.
Mal suddenly remembered the fake toy that this creature had tricked him with
earlier. The anger mounting within him, Mal hurled the gold orb (which he had kept all
along) with all the strength he had towards the creature.
"AYAGGGGGG!" the dark servant screamed, covering his eyes. The impact resulted
in a bang of light, as gold spread all over his face.
"Why, you little--" the leader, who towered above Mal, said as he came closer. He was mad, and his
decaying hands were shaking. Mal then saw the potion in his left hand... and an idea
sprang into his head.
As the being came closer, Mal snatched at the potion. On accident, however, he dropped it
on the dark leader's cloak.
It broke, spilling out the carefully made contents, which bubbled and frothed in a lively manner.
"OOOhhhh nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" the black figure cried as it got smaller and smaller,
his voice turning to a mere whisper... before he disappeared.
Mal looked behind him and saw his master. "Good job, Mal!" the Master said, smiling.
So then, for the rest of his days, Mal lived a life of great adventure and happiness. His master
was now kind to all slaves, and even ventured out into the forest on his own sometimes.
Well, Mal thought. I guess that proves that EVERYONE can change.
Date: 31 October
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