A Wizards Beginning: Part Seven
Ramek was confused at first, but then the odor came into
his nostrils. He crinkled his nose and got up from the floor, running over to
where Delor was peeking out the door. Outside were large beasts, their skin
a very beige color. They were at least twelve feet tall, their heads almost
slamming into the ceiling. They held a large "blaster" in their hand, which
Ramek recognized from his trips to the Space Station. Only the higher up authorities
were allowed to use them and they were dangerous - deadly. They wore a long
white cloth around their legs and a sleeveless shirt that showed their bulky
muscles, sticking out in all angles. Their face looked gruff and mean, their
eyes glowing a faint red with blue pupils contrasting greatly. It grunted every
few steps while its body shook around.
"Are they the Minions?" Ramek asked, nodding
to the creature that was investigating the rooms.
Delor nodded, her Pink Zafara shape bouncing
up and down. "We're going to have to run. You, can run, right?"
Ramek gave a quick nod and rolled his eyes, then
quickly returned his gaze to the beast. Delor ran back into the room and searched
around until she found a small glass vase. She grabbed a hold of it and went
back to the doorway, gripping it tightly. "Get ready...we'll be running in the
opposite way he walks, okay?" Ramek nodded and concentrated intently on the
task at hand. The vase flew out of Delors hand and across the room. It smashed
into a wall far away, making a sickening smash and then a loud crash. The Minion
turned around quickly and started to run in the opposite direction, heading
towards the sound. "Run," came the short whisper from Delor and both of them
were off, running in the opposite direction. They ran through only carpet, no
desks were present.
"Where are we going?" Ramek asked, panting from
running around for so long.
Delor didn't answer for a minute, then came back
with a reply, panting almost as much as Ramek. "Up. That's where you wanted
to go, ain't it?"
The Yellow Draik nodded. "You know..." he started
to say something but was cut off when Delor pushed him aside and behind a wall
"Minion," she said quietly and pressed her back
in the wall. Ramek followed suit and tried to push into the wall as much as
He saw a Minion run past them, the blaster steady
in his hand. It seemed to pay no attention to the two as he darted past. "Chief!"
it yelled to the other Minion who had followed the smashing of the glass.
Once the path seemed to be clear, the two continued
to run in the same direction the Minion had come. Ramek was starting to get
very tired, but he tried not to show it. He didn't want to seem like a weakling,
especially to someone who could turn her back on him and kill the Draik right
then and there.
Surprisingly, the Draik heard Delor start to
wheeze before him. "Break," she muttered through deep and struggling breaths.
Ramek nodded. "Next room..."
They sharply pulled into the next door opening
and entered into another undecorated room, save for the carpet and a fold up
chair. "Here, sit," Ramek said, pointing to the chair.
Delor gave a thankful nod and sat down, stretching
her body out in exhaustion. "It's...harder...than I...thought..." she said in
"Take a rest," Ramek said, closing the door gently
behind him. He then sat near the door and put his ear next to the door to hear
any Minions who came through the corridor or anyone who tried to break in.
"So, where are we heading?" Ramek asked, still
pressing himself against the door.
After a few more deep breaths, she answered.
"Down this hallway, the next, and then there's a stairwell. From there, we travel
"About five minutes to the stairwell and about
an hour or two...or three up. It really depends," Delor said. "Magic surrounds
the stairs and it differs to where you are going. Technically, it can bring
you anywhere you want...at least in this World."
Ramek was confused by what he had said. "This
World? You mean there are others?"
Delor gave a short nod. "There are millions actually.
This World is a copy of Neopia that is ruled by the Dark Power so he could train
his Minions without pressure from the other Powers."
Once again, the information came too fast for
Ramek to comprehend. It seemed whenever he began to think and start to understand
one thing, another was thrown at him. "Ready?" he asked, getting up from his
position on the floor.
Delor nodded and picked herself up from the chair.
"Check around a bit before you walk out. You never know where those lil' creeps
Ramek nodded and opened the door a crack and
poked his head out, his eyes darting from left to right. "Clear," he said as
he moved out into the hallway, followed closely by Delor.
Then, they started to run again. The two started
to slow down as they veered to a right and entered the next corridor. "Stairwell,"
Delor panted, pointing to a large white door a few feet down. Ramek nodded and
both of them zoomed to the stairwell, opened the door and emerged through the
Ramek stared around for a moment, telling himself
not to look up. It was all white. The stairs, the walls, the railings, the doors
(they were indented into the wall), and the floor. The Draik slowly lifted his
gaze up, trying to see past the many flights of stairs that loomed before him.
"We've got a long way up," he muttered. "About...five hundred flights of stairs."
Delor followed his gaze. "Let's get moving."
The two started up the stairs, going slowly and
taking one step at a time. "So..." Ramek said while climbing, trying to start
a conversation. "What exactly do we do when we get to the top?"
"Find the Dark Power and defeat him," Delor said,
taking a break in between words to go up a few steps.
"I read somewhere in my Manual that he can't
Delor gave a quick nod. "He can't. But his power
can be withered down to a fraction of an inch...with the right spell, of course."
"What spell?" Ramek asked inquisitively.
"Want me to teach it to you?"
Ramek nodded, trying to catch his breath.
"Stop here. I'll go through it."
The two of them stopped at a small platform that
was placed in between each flight of stairs. Delor then reached into an invisible
pocket and pulled out a small red book, similar to the one Tyvek had used to
send Ramek off on this Journey. She started flipping through pages, humming
to herself. "Here it is," she said and focused her eyes on the page.
A few minutes later, Delor looked up from the
book to see Ramek patiently waiting in the corner of the stairwell. "Okay,"
she said, putting the book back in the invisible pocket. "I'm ready."
"Okay," Ramek said, while getting himself up
from his spot on the floor. "What do I do?"
Delor started to repeat a series of long words
in the Language, making sure she said them precisely and clearly, looking down
at the book when she was unsure of something. "Okay, you understand?" she asked,
putting the book back into the invisible pocket.
Ramek nodded slowly. "Yeah...yeah, I guess I
"Good," she said. "Now, let's get up these stairs."
The two them took off from the platform and continued
up the stairs, keeping silent through the whole trip. Ramek was thinking hard...
What if he messed up? What if he couldn't remember the Verse? And...what would
happen? Ramek didn't have a clue. He continued to look down at the ground, not
paying attention to anything but his thoughts. He was surprised when he heard
a voice, saying something very softly.
Ramek looked up from the floor to see a set of
large wooden doors, looking out of place in the whitewashed stairwell. "Okay...let's
do this," he said, doubtfully. As Delor pulled the door open, he almost gasped
when he saw the inside. It was filled with pets shuffling around, carrying boxes
and pushing carts, standing behind counters and trying to sell things on the
streets. But, it looked almost like a small town - no place for a Dark Power.
But, then Ramek saw their surroundings. They were in a cave, mold and dust matted
against the walls. He could see reddish sand on the floor, piled high so everyone
was elevated about a foot. They were trying to make the best out of a good thing...
"Come on," Delor said. "We don't want to be seen."
The Draik nodded and walked into the desert environment.
As he stepped in, he noticed everything get cold around him.
"Watch out," Delor looked over to Ramek and smiled.
"Oh, and don't scream."
"Huh? What--" Ramek was interrupted when he fell
through the sand and into darkness. He stifled a scream and tried to look around
him. "Delor?" he whispered quietly.
For a moment, no answer came. "Yeah, I'm here,"
came a quiet whisper. "Shhh..."
Ramek and Delor sat in silence, slowly falling
To be continued...