Chapter 9. I've got some questions for you after you read it.
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CHAPTER 9
Far
from Grace and Russell, in the Palace Nynal, a great wolf sat in the throne
room. He was larger than the
sentries at the Greek Center, much larger. His muscles bulged under his rich cape, causing his armor to
pinch his skin. He smiled, a
toothy smile, and daintily picked a rat brain out of the bowl beside him. He flicked it into his mouth.
Suddenly, the doors at the end of the room flew open. “SIR!!!” shouted a small wolf, running
across the room. “Sir, you’ll
never guess what happened!! You
need to—" He stopped and gulped,
realizing his entry was louder than he had meant it to be.
The great wolf sighed and rose from his
chair with his hands clasped behind his back to meet the small wolf, who now
stood in the middle of the room.
“Qinn, how many times do I have to tell you I’m not to be disturbed when
I am eating?” he asked, drawing his razor sharp claw across Qinn’s throat. The smaller wolf swallowed. “And, for your sake, I hope you knock
next time. There could be some......unpleasant
consequences if you didn’t, hmm?” Qinn
nodded and swallowed again. “Now,
what was it you were going to tell me that was so urgent?” asked the great
wolf. He stepped back and removed
his claw from Qinn’s throat.
He gulped, cleared his throat, and stood at attention. “Sir! Great Gryzo, sir!
Important information to report, sir! The seer says she has found the girl, sir! She requests an audience with you
immediately. Sir!”
The
great wolf, Gryzo, backed up a step.
“At ease, Qinn. You say she
has found the girl? Are you sure?”
Qinn
nodded. “Yes sir, she said she’s
sure this time. She said she’d be
willing to bet her carreer as a seer on it.” He giggled.
“Haha, that rhymes, carreer and seer, get it sir?”
Gryzo sighed again. “Yes
Qinn, I get it. Come. Let’s go see if our seer is right. If she isn’t, this may mean a little
walk to the torchure chamber, eh?”
Qinn
laughed uncertainly. “Haha, erm,
yes, sir. The torchure chamber it
is for her!”
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They
walked through some halls and up and down several sets of stairs. Finally, they came to a very small
door. Gryzo opened it, and ducked
through the doorway. Qinn
followed.
The
room was small, cramped, and very crouded. It was cluttered with the instruments of a seer hanging on
the walls and laying on tables. A
phenoix screached at them from a perch in a corner. In the far end of the room, a small old woman sat on a rug,
eyes closed and hands folded in her lap.
Gryzo crossed the room to her.
Qinn, cowering behind him, advanced as well. The seer spoke.
“You
seek word of the girl.” It was not
a question.
“Yes?” said Gryzo eagerly.
“She
has entered Fantasia.”
“Where is she?”
“That is the problem.....I have not found her.”
“What?” roared Gryzo.
The
woman held up her hand. “Peace,”
she said, standing up and opening her eyes. They were completely violet, with no pupil or iris. Qinn shuddered. The seer hobbled over to a table
covered in shells, beads, string, and other instruments.
“Come.” She beckoned Gryzo
to where she stood. He looked at
Qinn. “You may leave now.” Qinn left, bumping his head on the
doorframe. He looked back at Gryzo
with a wince, and closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, he let out the squeal of
pain he had been holding in and ran away.
Gryzo turned back to the seer.
“Excuse him, he’s not the best of my soldiers. Now, about the girl?”
The
seer nodded to the table.
“Observe.” She picked up a
small wolf figurine. “This is the
girl,” she said. She closed her
eyes, her hand hovering over the table.
She picked up a snake.
“This is her companion,” she said.
“They are........” She
screwed up her face in concentration, eyes still closed. “I smell food. Greek food. They are near Greek food,” she said, opening her eyes with a
look of triumph.
“That’s it?” said Gryzo. He
was getting angry. “That’s all you
have for me? I should—"
“Patience, oh Great Wolf,” said the woman. “You have let your emotions take control of your mind and you’re
not leaving room to think. Think
like the girl herself. You are new
in Fantasia. You have a Greek
creature friend, who wants to take you to see Fantasia in a glance.” “Noinim!!” exclaimed
Gryzo. “They’re in Noinim!! Hmm, Greek food........where in Noinim
serves Greek--Aha!!! The Greek
Center!! That’s where they are.”
The
seer smiled. “So it would
seem. You might want to search for
her.”
Gryzo turned to go. “Yes, I
should. But,” he added in a more
menacing tone. “If my soldiers
tell me she is not there, we will search the whole city. If we cannot find her, you will be dead
within the hour. You’d better hope
you’re right.” He left the room
without closing the door. The
woman waved to her pheonix, who flew off its pearch and closed the door with
its beak. Then she backed up to
her rug, sat down, and closed her eyes once more.
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Okay, ENTER SCENE TWIST!!!!! We now go to Gryzo, the antagonist. Is he menacing? Is he a good villain? Should I keep Quinn in the scene (I don't have him in any other chapter so far)? Is the seer mystical and seer-ish? Tell me what you think!
We'll switch back to Grace soon, don't worry.
Peace out, peeps!
~~Zoë Wingfeather
You need to keep Quinn in the story! You ought to have him constantly messing Gryzo's plans up... But if that's the case, you need to find a reason that Gryzo doesn't "exterminate" him immediately (e.g. they're related)... it could get pretty hilarious :)
ReplyDeleteokay that is a great idea thanks Jalen!!! :D
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