The Rainbow Pearl: Part Three
Ariadne coughed up her last bit of seawater in her mouth
as she lay on a sandy shore. She sensed Cela was not far away.
A big sign had been nailed into the beach near
where she lay. It said: WELCOME TO KRAWK ISLAND.
"Not a very promising welcome," Ariadne muttered,
standing up. She was amazed her sword had survived the encounter, much less
Cela hovered near. She saw Ariadne, and flew
down happily to meet her.
"Ariadne!" Cela cried, flying down. Ariadne ran
over to her.
"I thought you were-dead, Cela," said Ariadne,
hugging her. Cela smiled another secretive smile.
Ariadne and Cela looked around at the island.
It was desolate and foreboding-nothing like the island they had just been on.
They could hear loud shouts coming from a small, dingy building down the path
in which they had found.
"It must be a tavern," Ariadne said, cocking
her head slightly, as if to catch a whiff of something. Cela sensed that something
must be wrong.
Cela whirled around to see a shadowy-looking
Krawk standing there, dagger in hand.
"Well, why aren't you two fine little ladies
back home, eh?" he drawled, flipping his dagger up and down. Ariadne was obviously
nervous-Cela could see her rapping her sword blade.
Ariadne's heart was racing-that Krawk did look
pretty scary, after all. She could detect a rather sharp, edgy tone in his voice,
like he was up to something. His eyes were the things that chilled her. They
were a pure, golden yellow color, like gold. Morgras had the same eyes as those…
"Run, Ariadne!" Cela yelled, jerking her back
into reality. She glanced at the Krawk, who was now a Kau.
"Morgras," she hissed as the dagger he was holding
grew into a long, slim sword. There was no turning back now.
She ran, quicker than she ever had before. Her
feet pounded in the ground, spurring up sand as she flew towards the road. Cela
was stalling Morgras-she had created a small magical barrier. It would hold
him off, but not for long.
Ariadne heard the Morgras cry out as he smashed
through the barrier, a triumphant smirk on his face. Dark thorns sprang up in
front of her, causing Cela to trip. Ariadne stopped in her tracks as the vines
crept over Cela.
"I'm not leaving you behind," said Ariadne stubbornly.
Cela bit her lip, flapping her wings in distress. The vines had stopped creeping
up on her.
"You have to go, Ariadne-if you don't, everything's
going to spiral into destruction. Just…go," Cela pleaded. Ariadne wanted to
cry. She didn't want to leave.
Ariadne spurted off again, and didn't look back.
She could hear Cela's cries fading, weakening ever so slowly. Then all was silent.
A shrill laugh cut through the air as Morgras
charged after her, a grim smile on his face as he came after her with the force
of a bullet.
Ariadne dashed into a dim alleyway, hoping to
head him off for a while. It didn't work. Morgras came in to as Ariadne dashed
backwards, sword in hand. She stumbled back and hit a solid wall. Drat! A dead
Morgras hefted his sword into the air, and cleaved
down. Ariadne shielded her eyes, ready for the impact.
It never happened.
Ariadne heard Morgras cursing. She opened her
eyes to see his sword dug into the earth a millimeter from her toes. Vines had
attached themselves to the sword and were creeping upwards.
Ariadne ran, kicking Morgras soundly in the process.
Her only hope now was the mold-laden tunnels she had seen earlier. Without a
thought, she ran towards them, hoping that they would lead to safety.
By the time she reached the mouth of the tunnel,
Morgras was already coming after her. She crashed forward blindly, groping for
something to pull her forwards.
The tunnels reeked of mold and grime. Within
the dim darkness Ariadne could sense the way through. How, she did not know.
Charging through the tunnels was not an easy
task. Even with some inner sense guiding her, Ariadne still encountered stout
rocks protruding out from the tunnel walls. Morgras was trailing her, she could
tell by the occasional glimpses of light coming in back of her. Ariadne quickened
As she ran down one of the tunnels, she felt
water dripping on her forehead from a stalactite. It rolled down her nose and
down her chin, and then dripped onto the floor, into another puddle. Ariadne
could hear Morgras coming; she could even feel the outer fringes of his faintly
glowing light touching her. She ran on.
The blackness she had run into was even blacker
than the one she had run out of. In the past she could see glimpses, only faint,
mind you, but glimpses, nonetheless, of what was ahead of her. Ariadne was shrouded
in total darkness.
She backed against a wall, pushing her back against
it with all of the strength she had left in her. Not even when Morgras came,
shining the light in her face, did she move.
The evil grin on his face was replaced with a
puzzled frown. Morgras did not understand Ariadne. In the past she had run from
him, but she stood still now, waiting to die. He stood still, looking at her
with contempt unlike any other.
Ariadne was done. Her strength had left her,
and in her mind she was waiting for Morgras to strike his blow. She could hear
him cackling, laughing...yet her frozen face of bravery never left her. She
blinked only slightly as Morgras raised his sword, shining in his magical light…
"No!" someone out of the blue shrieked, a blast
of magic shooting out from nowhere. Morgras was stunned briefly as he was hit.
The force blew him backwards into the wall.
"Cela?" was Ariadne's perplexed question. The
Faerie Draikess popped her head out from a corner.
"But…I thought you were dead-" Ariadne said.
Cela smiled another one of her curious smiles.
"Never mind that-" Cela's statement was cut short
as Morgras stood up, fully recovered, his eyes shining with anger.
"You're not going anywhere," he snarled, firing
a purple streak of light at Ariadne. It blasted through the air and hit the
tunnel a hairsbreadth from her head. It smashed through the whole wall, causing
it to begin to crumble.
"Run!" Ariadne yelled, grabbing Cela by the hand
as they charged through the hole. Morgras, coughing as dust flew into his mouth,
followed close behind.
They came to a big crystal door, just like Cela
had seen in her scrying session. The only things different were that the sword
in the picture was missing, like it had been torn out, and the doorknob had
a weird slot in it.
"Come on," muttered Cela, jiggling the opal doorknob.
It wouldn't yield to even an Unlocking Spell.
"I think I know what we've go to do," suggested
Ariadne quietly. She jammed her sword into the picture. It was suddenly locked
in. She also put her locket into the doorknob. The same thing happened.
Cela opened the door.
A burst of golden light rushed through, and Cela
and Ariadne found themselves facing a marble-floored hallway. A lushly woven
red carpet unraveled itself down countless hallways. Ariadne and Cela went forwards,
following the carpet as it led them down the main corridor, and into a room
They were all as shiny and luminescent as mirrors
should be, with golden frames elaborately decorated with inscribed words.
Ariadne could smell something's harsh breath
filling her noise. Cela rubbed her eyes as the smell filled the room.
Ariadne's mind was filled with lovely buzzing
noises, almost luring her into sleep. She was about to drift off into a state
of half-convalescence when something in her mind trumpeted out.
"The Timekeeper!" Ariadne shrieked, jostling
Cela out of her profound slumber. She was right.
The Timekeeper was a loathsome beast, created
to keep the Hall of Dimensions safe from harm. It had many large tentacles with
small suckers on them, and a strangely fashioned head, long and thin like a
hot dog. It was covered in greenish-blue slime the dripped onto the floor, and
its mouth was only a hole with three, exceedingly sharp teeth that clacked together
when it growled. It had a flat shell that was covered in mold, and its eyes
were constantly blinking, and were different colors each time it blinked.
Cela exhaled slowly.
"It's sleeping," she assured Ariadne as they
crept out of the room. They were about to run out of the Hall of Dimension when
they met Morgras along the way.
Superficially, he seemed on all terms wanting
to kill them, but instead they found he was busy trying to pocket some of the
"Oh, you," he groaned. Before they had time to
react, he had frozen them in place. Ariadne found herself staring at him pocket
some of the small statues and glowing orbs.
She could smell the monster's harsh breath again.
She made an effort to grimace, but she was still frozen in place. Morgras seemed
indifferent to the monster's breath; he simply hummed a bit and smiled.
Ariadne, much to Morgras's unknowingness, saw
the monster lumbering up to him. She closed her eyes, and heard a loud bellow
and something she quite couldn't place. The spell around Ariadne and Cela had
Ariadne dared open her eyes only after everything
had been silent. Her mind turned a blank, and she looked at Cela. The monster
had disappeared, and so had the Hall of Dimensions.
They were standing on a small flat in Meridell.
The castle lay broken, but Ariadne could see that in the distance they were
Some things, reader, do turn out the best.