Claxton 2: The Curse of Poseidon

Chapter Thirty-Two: Makenna vs. the Alligators

        In her room, Makenna Delling found herself once again holding Crusader. With her blinds still covered by the curtains, she sat on her bed with the sword in her lap. What was going on here? Why couldn't she edge herself away from Crusader? It was glued to her.

When Makenna lifted her head, her eyes caught the heart of her room, and she told herself, "I can't believe I'm doing this." And she couldn't. The Metamorphic Fairy got up from her bed and stepped into the heart. She took deep breaths and tightly clutched Crusader's hilt with both hands. From there, Makenna didn't even think. An image of Poseidon appeared in front of her, and she lunged at it. Makenna ended up practicing all the moves Ethelinda had tried to teach her on Coutarine Island. Crusader's magic though seemed a little off. It didn't escape the blade with each move like before. Makenna's room did not get destroyed. This was because she had learned how to control the magic during Ethelinda's ruthless training session. Makenna didn't know this. She actually had gotten something out of the training. Warmth flowed throughout her body as she gripped Crusader's hilt and continued to practice. Makenna didn't speak. She practiced in silence, but in her head, lots of thoughts were swirling around. One was, I don't know why I am doing this this, but this feels right somehow. The image of Poseidon remained in front of her. She hurried towards it and acted out numerous thrusts.

Just before she could act out one more thrust, her door opened, and a familiar voice echoed throughout her whole room, "Wh-What are you doing?" The voice belonged to Ash. He, Silvey, and Evelyn had finally find Makenna's room.

Her eyes widened when she saw them, "Ash!" and she quickly tossed Crusader under her bed, standing in front of it, "No-Nothing! I was just messing around!" Ash, Silvey, and Evelyn though had already seen the sword. They sauntered into the room, and Silvey headed towards Makenna. "Silvey," she softly spoke. Just seeing the fairy dog, a few of the fairy's worries faded away. That was how much she loved her. Silvey plopped down in front of her and waited for Makenna to pet her. She kneeled and scratched her behind her long, straight ears. When she looked up, her eyes landed on Ash, and she scoffed, "Why are you still here?"

"It's because you've got something of his." Evelyn explained, and she made her way towards the fairy.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Makenna asked, although a part of her lit up at the sight of another fairy sprite, "What do I have of his?"

Stopping in front of her, Evelyn bowed and elucidated, "I am Evelyn, the fairy sprite you were supposed to seek out yesterday, but you left before I could even talk to you. If it wasn't for those gnarly bees, then I may have been able to catch you before you did. In terms of Ash here, I believe you have his sword."

It was at this moment, Makenna knew, she screwed up. Ethelinda had tricked her. She told her to keep the scroll and sword only to get dragged into this mess all over again! Perhaps though, she could find a way to get herself out of it for good this time around? If she returned the stupid scroll and sword now, then maybe the magical beings would leave her alone and find somebody else to take on The Mincing. Makenna wanted no part of this. She was not the one destined to fight him and his pet. Surely there had to be another fairy out there, right?

With these thoughts swirling around in her head like an ice cream sundae, Makenna cracked a small, sneaky smile, "All right. If you insist. I will return the sword and scroll." Both Evelyn and Silvey turned on suspicious faces as she headed towards her bed. Annoyed and angry, the Metamorphic Fairy dragged Crusader and the mysterious scroll out from under her bed, including Crusader's scabbard, and prepared to return them, but something stopped her. A feeling. An instinct. Her fairy instincts were again telling her to not give up. Makenna tried her best to ignore them and narrowed her eyebrows to an angry position again. Approaching Ash, she held the mysterious scroll out to him and said, "First things first, Ash, here's the scroll." The Scottish Wizard Fairy stared confusingly at the piece of paper she held. "This is the scroll the Wizard Fairy wanted us to find." Makenna explained, "Don't you remember?" Though he didn't, Ash went ahead and took the scroll, but his memory didn't return at its touch. Everything was too confusing for him right now. It was causing his head to hurt again, and he reached for it. The headache told him he wanted to remember, but he just couldn't. It was impossible without Crusader.