Midwinter War: Part Five
Lord Faran coughed. "I've sent off a troop to create some
diversion while you two can get into the castle," he told the two pets who were
standing there with big backpacks.
"Thank you, my lord," Philip snorted as he walked
off, dragging Charmond after him. "We'll be sure to return with that faerie!"
He waved sarcastically.
"And now we're rid of those two pests, I mean,
pets," the Grarrl guard said, watching them leaving.
"Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" the
Lord said disdainfully. "I don't want rude people at my court. Go to the etiquette
teacher immediately!" The Royal Kougra pointed towards a door and gave the big
Grarrl a shove.
"As you wish, my Lord," Retart mumbled as he
glared angrily at the Kougra. "He'll also pay, just like those two," the Grarrl
thought as he walked away. But for now, it would be best to obey.
"Sending us off like that," Philip muttered as
they walked side-by-side, "I'm so sure that he planned it!"
"Does it matter now?" the Scorchio asked. His
teeth were clattering and he felt very frozen. Winter wasn't kind to fire pets.
"Not really," the Zafara said. "And I'll bet
she knows we're coming."
The Scorchio said nothing. It was as if someone
was watching him, following his every move. The thought made Charmond shudder.
"What's with ya, matey?" Philip asked, "Is it
"N-no," the Scorchio replied. "Let's just keep
They trudged through the glittery white snow,
freezing worse than ever. Charmond wondered why that faerie had picked such
a northern place to live in. Wouldn't she freeze too?
"She's immune to everything," the Zafara muttered,
as if he had read the Scorchio's mind.
The two pets kept walking, though their spirit
diminished with every step. They stopped once to rest and eat some sandwiches
they had brought. Charmond had no idea what time it was, for the light was different
here up in the north. He looked at the sky and noticed that snow was falling.
That peaceful shower of snow somehow made him a little bit calmer and gave him
"Look! It's snowing!" Charmond shouted impulsively
as he rolled around in the thick snow. When he was done rolling around, he stood
up and looked around.
"It's like a blanket put above everything, giving
them sleep until the time of awakening..." Philip muttered as he sipped some
"Wow," the Scorchio said, looking at the Zafara.
"The snowflakes that fall from this gray sky
is its frost-covered tears," the Zafara continued.
"I didn't know you were a poet," Charmond said
as he stuffed the food they had left into his backpack.
"I'm not," Philip told the Scorchio curtly as
he started to pack his bag too. When they were done, the Zafara gave Charmond
a cold look.
"What is it?" Charmond asked, confused at his
friend's odd behavior.
"I think we'd better be serious about this, matey,"
Philip said darkly, "Because this mission has a lot of missin' pieces and it
will be really hard."
"Geez, that was just a break!" the Scorchio said.
They walked the rest of the way to the fortress
in silence. Only once did Charmond look back, and all that he saw was the footprints
of their paws and feet. The Scorchio sighed as he looked at the sky. The snow
seemed to be falling rapidly now, and it was piling up before them. He turned
to look at his gloomy friend. Philip seemed to be in a place far beyond his
Staring at the Zafara's somber face, Charmond
realized something. Perhaps this was all a trick that the faerie had played
on him, manipulating his friend? Well, he couldn't really do anything now. The
Scorchio was reminded of all the losses he had suffered already.
"I wish I was at home. At least I'd be warm,
not trudging through loose snow or walking with a zombie beside me," Charmond
thought. Suddenly, he felt a little bit warmer before. The Scorchio looked down
and saw the green pearl. The movements inside seemed to encourage him. "Thanks,"
Charmond whispered as he looked up.
The fortress was looming ahead. It really looked
as bad as some of the pets back there had described. The pile of gray stone
emitted a cold that rushed at him and blasted through his body...
The Scorchio looked at his friend. Philip seemed
to have been awakened by that icy blast and looked less gloomy.
"Hey, we're here!" the Zafara exclaimed. When
he saw Charmond standing still, he asked, "What's wrong, matey?"
"Nothing," Charmond replied. "Let's go in."
"That ain't gonna be easy, but we'll do it!"
Philip said cheerfully and they started walking towards the fortress. With every
step, the Scorchio felt the cold growing stronger. It was so hard to move forward.
That inside of the stone building probably wouldn't be warm, like home, but
even colder than now...
"Lady, there is a troop at the front, to the
east," the Darigan Eyrie reported.
"Thank you, dear," the dark faerie replied. "Please
send our warriors there immediately."
"But doesn't the Lady think that something is
wrong here?" the Eyrie asked.
"You've got one strike," the faerie said icily,
staring into the Eyrie's eyes. "Do you challenge me?"
"N-no, my lady. I was merely s-suggesting something,"
"Don't get involved," she said coldly, "Or you'll
sorely regret it. Just the fact that you know too much puts us at risk..."
"Then..." the Eyrie started, but was interrupted.
"Of course I'll have to keep you. I don't have
many reliable servants around here," she said, slapping him. The nails sunk
in his fur as the Eyrie screamed.
"F-forgive me, lady!"
"Curiosity is a crime," the dark faerie said.
She glared at him for a second, then said, "You may leave."
As the Eyrie left, his spirit broken, the dark
faerie cackled. She ran her fingers through her hair and muttered thoughtfully,
"I've been preparing for it so long... Now he'll come." She turned around and
clapped her hands. A Yellow Kougra appeared.
"Be ready to fight," the faerie said as waved
her staff, muttering ancient words of power long forgotten. "He shall arrive
"Yes, my Lady," the Kougra replied monotonously.
"Let's just watch for now, shall we?" the faerie
said as she pointed to a crystal ball, lying on the table.
"Wow... It's big," the Scorchio commented when
they reached the fortress. It was breathtakingly large, and the chills blasted
worse now than ever.
"Yeah. Let's go," Philip said, determined. They
walked closer, and noticed that there were no guards around the main door.
"Isn't that a little bit too easy?" Charmond
asked suspiciously. He had the feeling that something was amiss here, but since
they could actually get in...
"Aww, don't ye do any complainin' or we'll really
have some guards," the Zafara said jokingly as they tried to open the big door.
It didn't move.
"Again!" Philip exclaimed as the tried to push
open the door.
"An' again!" Three times the two little pets
tried to open the door, but they failed.
"Suppose we should pull?" Charmond wondered.
"Let's try!" the Zafara said energetically and
they pulled. The door opened instantly and both pets flew back into the soft
"How stupid we've been, matey," Philip laughed.
The Scorchio was angry at first, but when he heard his friend's merry laugh
he joined in. When they had finished laughing, they went inside.
"We'll have to be more careful here," Charmond
"Let's get goin'," the Zafara whispered back
and they snuck around.
"I'll bet she is in a tower," the Scorchio thought
out loud after they had looked around with no success. The dark hall was eerily
empty and the air of loneliness was overwhelming.
"Well, why don't we check it out?" Philip said
and dragged him off to the stairs.
"Don't you think we should be more cautious?"
Charmond asked as they finished climbing the stairs. "Around and around... All
those floors made you dizzy!"
"That's one of the downsides," the Zafara grinned
as they entered the top floor.
It was colder. The two pets shuddered, sensing
that the faerie was near. They looked at the long corridor that ended with one
single door. All of the other openings were windows.
"What an odd design," Philip commented, trying
to break the silence. A creepy presence enveloped the whole fortress.
"Don't you think this is too easy?" the Scorchio
asked suspiciously. The Zafara nodded, but they both agreed that it was too
late to stop now...
With a swift movement, the windows opened and
let the cold winds in. The icy blast hit the pets right in their faces as a
something creaked. When Charmond looked up again, that wooden door at the end
of the black marble path was open. They slowly inched towards the tower room.
Once the two pets had gotten inside, the door slammed shut. The Scorchio turned
It was her.
The beautiful Dark Faerie that stood by the window
was truly breathtaking. A couple of curved, unruly bangs fell around her red
eyes, all in a shade of the lightest rich blue. She was holding a staff of the
same color and her dress was cut short just above the knees.
"She looks like an old witch," the Zafara said,
trying to brighten the gloomy atmosphere that hung in the air.
Charmond suppressed a giggle, but the situation
was too serious to be made fun of. The mesmerizing lips moved.
"Welcome to my home," she said sinisterly, "Congratulations,
you found it!" The Scorchio could feel her eye him as she paused.
"As for you, Charmond, I have a guest who can't
wait to meet you," the faerie said, revealing her perfect white teeth. Philip
growled, but she gestured to him to be quiet.
"W-who are you?" the confused Scorchio asked,
not knowing anything better.
"I," the faerie declared with a ringing voice,
"am the Darkest Faerie." She smiled and shook her staff before she continued,
"And this is my servant." A poof of smoke, and a pet appeared.
As the smoke slowly faded away, Charmond gasped
at the sight. It was Felix!
To be continued...