Detective Comet: An Odder's Origin

Chapter Two: They Never Pick the Fool

  After supper, I went upstairs to take a shower and headed to bed. I figured that maybe I could ask Mrs. Harp for an extra day to come up with an answer to that question. My dad gave me a little hint to find my answer, but I still couldn't figure it out. I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking this. I'll try to come up with an answer tomorrow...hopefully. My eyes grew heavy and reality was beginning to shift into darkness. "This seal can't hold me much longer" whispered a deep, shadowy voice. I woke up on the ground in the woods. "Where am I and how did I get here," I thought. I was lost and confused, but this place didn't seem to bother me. "My champion will free me from this wretched seal and I will enjoy watching you and the other four spirits fall Midnight." said the voice. There was a dirt path with wolf statues along its sides, staring at each other from across one another. The statues were old and run down. They looked like they were ready to crumble any second now but still holding strong. I followed the path deep into the woods. Every pair of statues I walked passed, their eyes would glow white. The voice grew louder as I continued down the path. "The five great nations will crumble as soon as I wipe the five of you clean off the slate." "Both you and your champions will perish!" I heard something slithering through the woods, but this one wasn't natural. This one had an unwelcoming presence. I walked a bit faster down the path, but this creature sounded like it was literally right next to me. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything. "Midnight, come talk to me." "We also have something else that must be discussed." "I don't appreciate the fact that you managed to change the heart of my selected champion." "You know how hard it took for me to mature him!?" the voice said with anger. "His hatred towards those who practically left him to rot." "His yearn to seek revenge on those who treated him like garbage, ooooh how much I loved it." "His silence makes him intimidating." "And to top it all off is the power he maintains." "He was perfect until you stole him from me." "He was going to be at the top." "I had plans for him." "Now I had to find someone different and this one has much less quality compared to the one you stole from me." "What makes it worst is that he's now your little pet!" I reached the end of the path to an open field in the middle of the woods. The voice stopped for a moment. "Hello?" I said. The ground began to shake and the trees began to fall over as if they were being bulldozed. "Oh, Miiiidniiiight," he dragged. I went and hid behind some trees in the woods, but I was afraid that I'll get caught. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," said the voice. I looked to my left and saw who was making all the racket within the woods. There was a giant, black, shadowy cobra with glowing white eyes. His arms were kind of small, but he had incredibly sharp fingers like the talons of a hawk. "Draven, your reign of terror will not continue," said a voice. "Every champion you have chosen to do your bidding has failed and you have failed." "What makes you think things will be any different?" I looked to my right and saw the woods change to an emerald-green color. "Do you know why the champions we choose will always prevail?" "It's not because of sheer strength nor is it because of their intelligence," the voice said. The creature revealed himself from the woods. My eyes widened in amazement. There was a giant, feral, emerald-green wolf with glowing white eyes. "Those who are chosen are the ones who stand out." "They're not like everyone else, rather they are dedicated more than the crowd who follows than leads." "The ones you think that will finish last are always the ones you failed to see who finishes first," the wolf said. "You think trust and dedication are what's going to make your champions prevail in the battlefield," Draven mocked. "Foolish nonsense." "This is a war Midnight." "The only thing that matters in a war is the one who's victorious NOT the amount of faith you have in an individual." "Besides, I don't need to worry about you." "You don't have a champion." "Now let me ask you this." "Who's going to defend Lake Night Midnight?" he maliciously asked. "My champion is the one who will defend not only his nation but the other four nations as well and when the day comes for war, he and his comrades will be declared victorious Draven," Midnight answered. "Oh, and who might that be?" he grinned. I tried to remain hidden within the woods while maintaining my distance so I could hear who Midnight was going to choose without getting caught. I peeked my head out from behind a tree and not even a second later I'm peeking my head out from behind Midnight's left leg and seeing that Draven is literally in front of me. I immediately panicked with confusion trying to figure out how I found myself behind Midnight's leg. "Is this a joke?" Draven asked. "This guy is your champion." "You mean to tell me...that this is the one you believe who is going to declare victory against me." "Against my army." "Against my champion." "You've really let yourself go this time Midnight." "And you!" he shouted. He slowly dropped his head down to my level. I froze looking him in the eyes. I didn't know what was going on nor did I know how I winded up here. Now I'm looking death in the eyes. "If you ever think you could defeat me, little boy." "You will die," he grinned. "I'm pretty sure, we'll be seeing each other again." "But not for greetings, rather on the battlefield." He slowly lifted his head up. "That especially goes for you Midnight." "I'd love to stay and chat a little longer, but this seal doesn't allow me to communicate for so long." "I can't wait to witness the day the four of you perish."