The Tower Journey: Part Five
Fire and Ice and Feet
Toggerneo took a step back and bumped into the pile of
treasure. The Snowager, usually curled around its hoard, had slid off to find
its prey, and was currently licking its lips with a serpent-like tongue.
All of a sudden the beast lunged. The Gelert
leapt up the treasure pile behind him, just getting above the blow of the creature,
and saw a red flash out of the corner of his left eye. He turned and saw nothing,
and once more his attention was drawn to the Snowager, who had drawn back. It
was glaring at him, ready to smash down, and Toggerneo just managed to roll
to his left as it struck at the pile of treasures.
Something dug into his back, and he felt a strange
heat on his neck. Toggerneo managed to twist and see a blade hilt, and hearing
the whoosh of the Snowager lunging again, grabbed it. He turned back, drawing
the sword high-
And seeing crimson flames dance around a light
blue ice. The Snowager stopped immediately, enchanted by the blade, and Toggerneo
took another look at it himself.
"A Fire and Ice Blade!" he whistled to himself,
before getting a better grip on it and pointing the tip at the monster. Moving
the blade seemed to break the spell, though, and the beast roared once more
before lunging. Toggerneo yelled and tried to climb out the way, but it was
too late, the monster was so close-
The creature froze, mere centimetres from the
multicoloured Gelert, before slowly twisting to stare at the Snow Faerie. Toggerneo
was confused, and this feeling wasn't helped when the faerie wiggled her finger
and the creature rolled over onto its back, sorrow in its eyes.
"That's better." The Snow Faerie turned to Toggerneo,
and the blade in his hands. "I hope you weren't going to hurt my pet, little
Gelert. He's just a bit grouchy."
"He's your… your PET?!"
"Yep. Cute, isn't he? And very useful. He gives
me stuff from his hoard, so I can pass them on to helpful people. That is, people
who get me ingredients for my potions. And, of course, I feed him and look after
"But… how did you…?"
"Just rub his tummy and he's as happy as a Grundo
in a plushie factory."
"Anyway, here you go." The faerie tossed over
a large bag which Toggerneo managed to catch in his free hand. Inside he found
a load of Snow Faerie Plushies, and placed them quickly into his backpack, along
with the glistening blade.
"Thanks, I guess." He was none the wiser, but
at least there didn't seem to be a risk of him getting eaten anymore. "Now,
what else is on my list… Terror Mountain would be the best place to find a Snowball
Machine, wouldn't it?"
"I would assume so. It IS a frozen valley."
"So where can I get one?" the Pet asked.
"At the home of a well-armed Mynci. Down in Happy
Valley, which isn't an appropriate name for someone who blasts things all day."
"Don't worry, he's just as friendly as Snowy
here." The faerie pointed at the Snowager, who had gone back to sleep.
"That THING tried to eat me!"
"You woke him up. I bet you're not at your best
straight after being woken so rudely. Now, go!"
"Welcome to Snow Wars, what can I do ya for?"
Toggerneo stared at the short purple Mynci with
a mixture of interest and… intense terror. He could barely see over the counter,
but this didn't remove the dangerous effect created by the Mynci juggling Snowball
Machines. One thudded into his hand a little heavily, and shot yellow snow at
"Yuck! Stop that!"
"Sorry, mate." The Mynci smiled apologetically,
placing the machines on the floor and drawing two heavy Cement Mixers from under
the counter. "Can you hold still a second? I need to check the sights on these
"NO!" the Gelert yelled quickly. "Listen, I need
some of those Snowball Machines. We're restocking the Hidden Tower."
"Sure, sure, now wait a moment…"
There was a boom and Toggerneo was hurtling backwards,
coated in the thick grey snow. The Mynci smiled.
"Perfect. Listen, you can take all the Machines
you want. I got the payments, but no courier arrived to collect them."
"Well, that's a lie. He arrived, but ran away.
I guess I might have been aiming a large cannon at the door, but it was only
for research purposes. And blasting kids who try to sneak in."
Toggerneo got to his feet and brushed the snow
off him. "Well, it's-"
"Actually, you can only take them on one condition."
"I thought we'd paid-"
"Just let me try out one more weapon with you."
"No yellow snow?"
"Nope! It's perfectly safe."
Toggerneo shook his head.
"Still no. If we've paid-"
"Either let me test out my new toy or no Machines
Toggerneo sighed, but after a few moments consideration
nodded. "Well, I've survived the last two, I guess I can last another-"
And that is how Toggerneo ended up in a catapult,
with three Snowball Machines in his hand and fear in his eyes.
"Now, don't worry, it'll be a soft landing in
all this snow! Just don't open your mouth! My uncle popped when he did this
with his mouth open. Too much snow is bad for you."
"Actually, I have a meeting, I think I should
get off this ride, I'm allergic to too much air, I-"
Suddenly the Gelert was shooting forwards, up
over the battlefield- and further, and further, and further…
"A little too powerful," the Mynci said to himself
as Toggerneo became a small dot in the sky. "Next time he's around, the catapult
The Jelly Chia was asleep, in the middle of Jelly
World, when it heard the whooshing. Looking up and seeing a red blur fall from
the sky wasn't very exciting. Seeing it crash into the huge jelly wasn't either.
Seeing it stuck IN the jelly, though, was another matter. If a living creature
was going to be consumed by jelly in this town, it would only be the Jelly Chia
that did the consuming. It had never liked the look of the Giant Jelly ever
since it had appeared.
The wobbly figure leapt towards the mass of Jelly,
and was soon at its edge. With one strange little jig the Gelert was inside
the Jelly Chia, and it grinned, or at least did the best it could with no face.
"Lazy-boned Gelert no catchy the Mynci."
Toggerneo's eyes flicked open, and he saw the
aged face of Scorchio.
"You sleep for too long. If my brother in Dojo,
the Master, here, you would be on street! Only there no street! You would be
"I'm sorry? What's going on?" The rainbow-coloured
Pet rubbed his head and looked around. "Where am I?"
"A party of adventurers found you in far away
land," the Scorchio said in its strange accent. "You were coated in jelly, and
licking lips. But you were asleep!"
"I sleep eat. So?"
"So they bring you back to train in the ways
of proper jelly consumption. If you had eaten any more in that wrong fashion,
you might have turned into gloop! Messy gloop! Though your belly already look
like it!" With a laugh this strange Pet poked at Toggerneo's belly.
"We found plushies, put them in your bag."
"Wait a second…" Toggerneo rubbed his eyes and
thought. "Jelly Chia plushies? How convenient! So? Where am I?"
The Scorchio grinned, now in his element. "Welcome
to the Training School of Mystery Island. I care for it while Master on vacation.
He visiting Kreludor for antigravity spa massage."
"Lovely. Wait, this is the Dojo? Do you have
any…" The Gelert drew his list out of his jelly-filled pocket. "… well, anything
The Scorchio glanced down the list and nodded
"We have Asparachucks and… the Asparagus Daggers.
But only give them to those worthy enough."
"I need some, for restocking the Hidden Tower."
Toggerneo smiled. "Please?"
"The Hidden Tower? I been waiting three weeks
for order! No, you only get if you earn them."
The Gelert sighed. "How do I do that then?"
"Defeat me in a battle of great honour! We shall
battle upon the slopes of Techo Mountain, in the vast ocean, and-"
Toggerneo yawned, and the Scorchio gasped in
"How dare you?!"
"I'm tired-" the Gelert tried to explain, but
he was cut off.
"You must have some nerve! We shall fight five
"Uhh… you know, I…" Failing to come up with something,
the Gelert sighed sadly, knowing he was an awful fighter. Failing Fyora wasn't
an appealing idea.
"AGAIN?! How can you act so casually about a
battle with ME?!"
"That sigh! And now confused?! How?! Why? When?"
The Scorchio was struggling to get his head around it all, and finally shook
his head. "How can you think… uh oh…"
His accent was gone, replaced with a common voice
that totally broke the mystical feel around the aged pet. Toggerneo grinned.
"I won't tell anyone if you give me the weapons."
"I- but… no! We shall fight now!" Suddenly the
Scorchio spun on his heel and swung towards Toggerneo, yelling. "HIYA!" The
Gelert, out of terror, leapt backwards, and the swinging foot continued around,
twisting the Scorchio off his feet. The winged Pet tumbled to the ground, shocked,
and coughed furiously.
"Hrmfp. OK. Take them… you are worthy…"
"Let me get this straight, Brian," came a voice
from behind the pair. "You're giving away my prized possessions to a Gelert
who yawned, sighed and can fall over backwards."
Toggerneo turned and gasped. There, in the doorway,
was the Master or the training school, luggage in one hand and a small plastic
bag in the other. He dropped the luggage and kicked it hard, sending it spinning
away, until it was safely against the wall. From the other bag he produced two
objects; one was a short piece of asparagus stuck to an even smaller handle,
while the other was a long chain with two pieces of asparagus on the ends.
"Weird," was all Toggerneo could muster from
his tired and confused brain.
"These are what you are looking for?"
"Uhh… yeah. Can I take them?"
"But you can earn them."
The long-eared Gelert sighed again.
"I'm no good at fighting. I once tried entering
a boxing tournament- got beaten by the Pfish. Startled me as I was walking in
the door, made me fall over and hit my head. Darn bubbles."
"No fighting, then." The Scorchio frowned. "Then
we need another quest of great might… hmm… might… I know! Let's say… bring me
back some volcanic rock from Techo Mountain."
"It's good for my feet."
"Down those long, dark tunnels, until you come
to the mighty pit of doom."
"That doesn't sound good."
"It's a nice warm lava pool."
"Well, maybe. It might be magma. I forget which
is which. Well, in you go!" The Master slapped Toggerneo on the back, propelling
him into the darkness.
"Hurry it up!"
The many-coloured Pet scowled, but started walking.
After a lot of trailing through some dark, strangely-shaped
tunnels, failing to see any loose rocks whatsoever, Toggerneo almost gave up.
He felt completely lost.
"How can the faeries expect me to do all this?"
he muttered to himself angrily. He had hoped to find some of the volcanic rock
in the volcanic tunnels; it made sense. But when he had seen a Tiki Tack Tombola
poster on the wall, he decided it would be unlikely. All the loose stuff had
been taken as booby prizes- Toggerneo had enough in his Safety Deposit Box to
All of a sudden he saw a flickering red light
not far away. The cavern he'd been sent to was a lot smaller than he'd expected,
but that made it even spookier. The lava/magma/stew made shadows dance across
the rocks, strange shapes that looked like monsters. They seemed to move of
their own accord, roaring and leaping, and the only reason Toggerneo didn't
run was because they weren't real… right?
There it was- a large piece of rock lying on
the edge of the pit. With a quick glance at the boiling mixture Toggerneo walked
over to the pebble.
The Gelert turned quickly and looked around.
Nothing had changed, but he was sure he had heard… nah. He bent down and scooped
up the rock, stuffing it into his pocket before straightening up again.
And noticing that a giant flaming beast was glaring
at him with a strange grin on its face.
"Oh, that's not good."
To be continued...