AN ALARMING STILLNESS was in the air that night. It seemed that not a breeze breezed by to break the crisp silence. Two hours had now passed that seemed to the Director, Michael of the Manor, and the fair maiden all but an eternity. How exaggerated they were being! They should grow up already. Nonetheless, the tale goes on, no matter how brattish the characters be.
"Where is the map leading us, Director?" asked Michael panting his pathetic right lung out.
"Give me a moment," said the Director. He reached into his pockets for the map, "I haven't even gotten it out, young fellow. My! My! You are an impatient bumblebee sitting upon a flower who has not yet bloomed." The Director unfolded the map and held it up as he did before. He used the worn out and chewed on eraser to erase the blank parchment of the blank 'map' in that zigzag motion once again. His eyes soon enough darted back and forth in all directions looking at the 'map' and what it was revealing to him by that which cannot be explained. It was spectacular once again! That which cannot be explained never fails to amaze those who experience it. The Director took one step forward and then proceeded to direct the young fellow and the fair maiden to where they were to go.
Meanwhile while mean people breathe in the Land, a chase commenced. And those very mean people were none other than the Hooligans of Darkness running into the shadows of the dark valley and Kahl following shortly after with flaming seals flying above both of his shoulders. This small army of Hooligans stopped in their tracks upon seeing a person on the clay ground of the valley deep.
"Halt!" cried a commanding Hooligan.
"Halt all Hooligans!" shouted another.
"Halt is the command!" yelled one.
"Body ahead! We spot a body ahead!"
The commanding Hooligan approached the dark figure. He turned the body over to discover the face of it and face it. Upon turning the body, it was revealed to be Knifer semi-conscious.
"Who is this corpse? Or who was it?" the commanding Hooligan slapped Knifer in the face to see if he was responsive. And he was responsive. In fact, the response was a grunt and a holler.
"Whoever it be, it can make—"
"Make way for the Wolflike Eel slayer! Make way for the 'thunderstorm'!" declared Fire Guy with several voice cracks.
"So dramatic," said Kahl, "Let me see what we have here." The former boss of the Thirty Persons walked between two lines of bowing Hooligans over to where the commanding Hooligan was holding up Knifer's body.
"It's me, boss. Tell 'em to stop slappin' me face, eh?" said Knifer.
Kahl the Called helped the poor fellow up onto his own two feet and gently slapped his face in that sort of way that an older brother would do to a younger brother in order to slightly irritate him.
"And whatever happened to you, my friend?" asked Kahl adjusting his crown that didn't quite fit his large head.
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That Which Cannot Be Explained
FantasyFor not that very long of a time, Michael of the Manor was seeking for an opportunity of a lifetime. And just when that opportunity seemed to be opportune, all that is and was now is not and was not. The Land that this young fellow thought to be of...
