The Incredible Quests of Mystery Isle: Part Three

by sweet_yum_yum

The Search For the Snowberries

The Island Mystic shook his bald little head. "Need Snowberries! Have all other ingredients! Just need Snowberries!"

"OK, we'll find them. Then will you give us the Orb?" said Windsong.

"Maybe."

"ARGH!" groaned Scorchio again. Windsong shook her head.

"Come on, silly," She snapped her fingers and they were then shivering on a snow-covered hill.

"Ahhh! Did you have to take us to Happy Valley without winter clothing? My gosh it's cold!"

Windsong looked at him. "You are a dragon, aren't you? Well, duh, use your fire to warm up!" Scorchio looked sheepish.

Below them, a twinkling village in red and green smiled up at them. Tiny little men and woman raced around with little packages, bumping into one another as crisp white snow laced the air.

"Hey, you! Wait, um how 'bout you?" asked Scorchio. He bent down and looked into the window of a small shop with a sign that read "Snow Sweets and Treats." Inside, the elf shopkeeper screamed shrilly.

"Eeeek! A giant lizard!"

"Oops! Sorry! Do you have any Snowberries?"

The elf's face changed from fright to laughter. "Are you kidding? We haven't had those for 3 months! But, I could put you on a waiting list! Our next shipment is due in… July!" She unrolled a long parchment full of tiny scribbling.

Scorchio's hopes fell. "Thanks anyway. Come on, Windsong."

~*~*~*~

"Windsong, what are we going to do? We've been to virtually every place on this island! No one has the berries! I'm doomed, doomed I tell you!" Scorchio said sadly. He sat down at the base of the volcano where he and Windsong stood. They had traveled all over the island, and had ended up back at the volcano empty handed.

"Nonsense. All you need is a miracle!" she replied. And, as if on cue, a large sign dropped before them on an invisible string.

"What's it say? What's it say?" asked Windsong excitedly.

"Something has happened! You find a basket of Snow Fruit in your travels!" Suddenly a basket of fruit appeared in Windsong's outstretched hands.

"SNOWBERRIES!" she squealed, holding up a bunch of white berries.

~*~*~*~

Meanwhile, the Island Mystic was stirring a large, steaming copper pot outside his little hut, adding in many strange and smelly ingredients, and watching the mixture create great puffs of colored smoke.

"Ah, found the Snowberries they have!" he smiled as the smoke cleared and he saw the two friends approaching the hut. With a clap, the concoction rose up and formed a ball. When all the gunk had dripped off, beneath glowed a blue orb, sparkling new.

"Hi, sir! We-"

"Found the Snowberries you have!"

"STOP DOING THAT!"

"Heehee! Here is your reward. Much thanks I give-I mean thanks!" The Mystic smiled and the orb fell into Scorchio's hands. Suddenly, the Mystic's hut disappeared, and he stood looking up at a marvelous castle made entirely of shimmering jewels. The drawbridge lowered to reveal the Light Faerie, her smile radiating.

"Well done, Scorchio! And Windsong, too! You have found the Orb of the Water Faerie! Very impressive. Now, as for your reward… Let's see. Windsong, because you have helped this dragon so willingly, I award you your wings."

With a flash of light a pair of lavender wings began to grow and unfold on Windsong's back. Her eyes glittered with tears.

"Thank you, thank you," she murmured.

The Light Faerie nodded. "And Scorchio, I give you the power to… To… Ah! The power to create the Water of Life! With this power you can create water that will heal any sickness or wound!" She waved her hands and Scorchio felt a tiny prick at his forehead. He reached up and felt a tiny pearl sitting between folds of skin.

"Whenever you need that power, wave your hand over that pearl! Congratulations, my children, and farewell!"

The End