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9/1/2018 7:15:08 AM
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Journey To DarkSpire Part 14: Lake Myst

15 figures stood horizontally, facing the horizon, looking down on a beachhead. They stood on top of a hill, interrupting the beautiful blue skyline, with white streaks zipped across the canvas of the sky. The sun was red, and slowly climbing up the horizon. of figures, easily recognized as Cell-3, began to walk in front of the group. He turned to face the group, his back facing the beach below. “We’ve escaped Zhul-Gamma’s wrath, but at a close call. I’ve injured him heavily, and Alphos shouldn’t be too bothersome now, but we need to hurry to the other dragons. There’s still one apprentice left.” “Don’t forget that we lost an ally. We gotta be more careful!” Diana’s voice rung out like a bell. Phoenix’s gruff voice came directly after... “Careful? Bah! If I was careful I wouldn’t have killed shit.” “I agree...” Deatheater whispered, his voice barely grazing the sound of the sea breeze. Diana eyed the two with eyes of uneasiness, and the crowd fell silent again. Cell-3 began to talk again, his voice a crude interruption to the sound of the breeze... “Daigon is heading for Lake Myst. Lucky for us, we’re nearly there. I also know of someone who dwells along the banks if the lake. He’s an interesting character, one that I like. We should meet up with him. He’s been studying Myst for years now, and he can provide us with good advice.” “Anything that helps us hunt our prey better is good in my book.” Artemis’ voice had a hint of pleasure to it. The rest agreed, except for Phoenix, who groaned and let out more words as he rolled his eyes... “Oh please. I don’t need no guide to kill some stupid dragon.” Snowy turned its helmet towards the Hellraiser, and their odd voice began to rise into the air. “Well then. Why don’t you try? I like the idea of meeting new people, so, what are we waiting for! Let’s go!” With Snowy’s enthusiastic voice, everyone forgot about Phoenix’s sentence and began to run down towards the huge bank of water. Artemis and deatheater strolled behind, pacing theirselves, trying to not lose sight of the group. “Be careful this time. Don’t want you ending up mind controlled.” She said, her voice echoing into deatheater’s ears. He laughed a bit and responded with a somewhat happy tone. “Don’t you worry. At the end of all this, we’ll get ourselves a mug of Dark Brew before we part ways.” “Don’t get any ideas.... yet....” says Artemis as she followed the group, swiftly flooding down the hill. • A dark figure began to approach the infamous DarkSpire tower, ascending the spiraling stair-steps towards the top, unwavering in his motions and even more in his gaze. He reached the top in no more than a minute, only to see a robed figure, its shoulders moving up and down slowly with the sound of its raspy breathing. The sky above it was red, black, and wispy as always. Over here, the sun didn’t dare show its face, cowering away in other parts of DarkSpire. The unwavering Figure began to speak in an echoing voice, its voice booming around the tower... “I have awoken Myst. What must I do next?” The robed figure’s breathing hovered in the air for a few seconds. Then, it begins to talk.... in an otherworldly voice... “You know what to do next Daigon. Erase the warriors. Awaken the other dragons. Kill Ebony and Zen.” The robed figure turned to Daigon, its face a black abyss under a black hood. Two blue eyes stared out of the abyss, burning their gaze into Daigon. Daigon shuffled uncomfortably before speaking again... “Next time, I prefer that you address me by my actual name...” The robed figure began to laugh, its horrid voice booming around it, sending birds flying into the air, and interrupting a brief silence. As its laughter died down, it spoke.... “Saitonia? What sort of name is that?” Daigon growled a bit as he clenched his fist. “You’re lucky that I have a contract with you old man...” The robed figure responded in his raspy otherworldly voice...” “You’re lucky that I haven’t killed you yet....” Daigon growled once again, much deeper this time, and he ran down the stairs again, walking into the darkness below. The robed figure turned to face the sky, its blue eyes motionless. • The team found itself crammed in a small wooden shack, which smelled of wet wood and a peculiar scent. The shack was fairly wide, and open as well. The roof above the team was covered with wood from pine trees, laid in a conical fashion. A few flickering candles were laid across the shack, on top of wooden tables. The team sat around a figure, squatting under the dim lighting of the room, a hunched shadow. Cell-3 was exchanging greetings with the figure. The odd figure seemed to have somewhat of a joyful voice, filled with hope. He almost spoke like a guitar of some sort, his voice blotting out the sounds of seagulls flying overhead. Eventually the figure stood up, and a dim light shone on is face, revealing a somewhat old face. A stubble of gray hair could be seen all across its chin and face. Blue eyes rolled around in their sockets, filled with a hidden joy. His hair was uncombed and long, and a few gray hairs hung low at his neck. Ben10howard was the first to speak... “Well.... hello!” The figure’s blue eyes joyfully flashed at Ben, and the figure produced some words as well... “Ah! Greetings peculiar ones! My name is MillionBlue, former warrior of DarkSpire, one of the original eleven of the prophecy.”

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  • Edited by Cell-3: 9/1/2018 7:15:36 AM
    “You look oddly familiar.... have we met?” Artemis’ voice rung out. “I think so.... say, were you that gal that passed by with a handful of mangos just now? She was pretty insane. She dropped two near my shack, and didn’t even bother to pick them up!” And with that MillionBlue broke into a joyful rhythm of laughter. The rest of the group stared at him with confusion. Cell-3 let out a brief smile before speaking... “MillionBlue has always been known to be an awesome person. I’ve known him for about a while now, and I guess we’ve just sort of bonded!” Snowy waved at the retired warrior, and Robo Owl was busy thinking of a possible pun. TotallyNotThor bowed in front of the Warrior, and Onyxia barked in response and bowed her head down, mimicking her master. TotallyNotThor, sitting back down, rubbed Onyxia’s chin, and grabbed a piece of meat from his pack and handed it to her. MagicSpaceKitty sat uncomfortably, with Scott, her wyvern, snoring soundly on her lap. It had grown now, small wings emerging out of its back. MillionBlue began to speak again... “Y’know, I have a pet too. But he’s not here.... odd. Must be off collecting Mangos. Hehe, that silly monkey. Anyways, his name is Jeff. And he’s more than just a monkey. He’s useful. He’s nice. And what’s not to like about a monkey?” “That’s pretty cool!” Says Diana as a smile widens across her face. “Sure is. Ah! I’m getting offtopic again!” Robo Owl interrupted Million Blue.... “Ah man! You just stole my opportunity for a pun!” Artemis gave Robo Owl an annoyed stare, and Phoenix pushed him over, sending the mech sprawling on its back, knocking ImmaDrizzit over, sitting in front of him. “Keep it calm back there!” Says ImmaDrizzit as he gets back into his sitting position. Robo Owl turned his attention to Million Blue as he began to speak again. “So, before we got offtopic yet again, I was gonna talk about the dragon of this lake. Myst. I have seen it swimming at the surface, above the waves, its silver scales glistening in the sunlight. It’s been causing a lot of bad storms lately. Lotta rain. I fear it’s cooking up even worse at the bottom of the lake. We need to stop it before it blows my whole shack away!” “Consider it done” says Cell-3 as he gets up. He continues to speak as soon as he retires from sitting... “Any words of advice?” MillionBlue raised his hand, and he begins to let out his voice of joy... “Ah right! Remember, electricity is effective when dealing with Myst. Also, you’re gonna need to lure Myst out. I can handle that part. Oh! Also, do not, I repeat, do not let it cook up a storm during the fight! It can get quite dirty!” “Electricity you say? How fortunate for me...” says the Druid, Onyxia finishing up her chunk of meat next to him. Cell nodded as he began to walk out of the shack, his words echoing inside... “Get prepped for the fight. In an hour we have to take this thing out. Can’t let it stay under the lake for too long.” Deatheater was the first to rush out the door, followed by Artemis. The two pushed past Cell and began to rush towards the shore, observing the calm water. The rest of the group stayed inside the shack, checking their gear and sharpening their swords. Million Blue walked outside of his shack, and he stood next to Cell, and the two conversed for a good thirty minutes. Artemis and Death had been together near the lake during those thirty minutes of chatter, sweet-talking each other. Death had even offered Artemis a seashell of a peculiar purple color. Artemis, however, kindly rejected, and then immediately through a handful of sand at the Reaper’s face before running off, snickering. The two chased each other across the lake for the next thirty minutes, not noticing a flash of silver slowly creeping up on them from the lake. • Cell had gathered the team, including Million Blue, outside the shack. Ebony and Zen preferred to stay inside, due to Ebony’s rather recent injury. Deatheater and Artemis weren’t present, and Cell waited five minutes for them, impatiently tapping his mechanical toes on the soft silky sand until he continued without them. Notorious began to whisper to Snowy... “The two are busy with Romance shit.” Snowy responded with a slight laugh, and then the two focused their attention on the robot at the front... “Alrighty. This is it. We will fight Myst. But first we must summon her. Mil will handle that. The rest of you, keep an eye out for Art and Death. And keep your gear ready.” Robo Owl spun his hand cannon on one finger in response, clearly understanding Cell’s statement. “Oh right! Almost forgot to call Jeff!” Exclaimed Mil as he turned to the hills behind him, and let out a peculiar sound from his mouth, somewhat of a whistle. The sound echoed over the hills, and in the matter of mere seconds, a dark short figure appeared on top of the hill, its arms dangling around as it tumbled down the hill. “That there? That’s my monkey.” Says MillionBlue with a laugh. “Alrighty then. We’re all set. I’ll go take one last look for Art ad Death. If I can’t find them, I’ll find them after the fight. For now, let’s get the job done.” Cell’s mechanical voice echoed amongst the group. He turned towards the lake, eyeing it with a menacing look. “Here we go again....” whispers Phoenix as he sets his hands alight.

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