The Lost ( A Sequel To The Forgotten )

Knor

The others tumble out of the portal soon enough, and we rest to take in the landscape. Then, it's off to end Knor. We travel through the grey land, the wind is the only thing that moves.

"It's abandon, like Ultra Tech," Rolly notes.

"They're here, somewhere," Tarna mutters. "I know it." We continue walking along the grey grass. Then, we reach a stretch of stone. The barren, dead land stretches out forever in every direction, whether grass, stone or sky.

"Dead land two point oh," Rolly murmurs. We all nod in agreement, and then I see something. A speck of color, of life in the distance. Squinting, I think I can see the shape of a person.

"Someone's out there," I inform the others. They squint, and notice the figure as well.

"You're right," Tarna says, surprised. "Whoever it is, we better head in that direction." We all head toward the figure. And when we can see the details of the figure, we all stop. It's Allen, his eyes pitch black. His usual black, spikey helmet is on his head. The wind blows, the only noise as Allen and my friends study each other.

"Welcome to the end," Allen greets us, no emotion in his voice. "We knew you were coming. That's why we emptied Ultra Tech."

"You gave us free access to the portal," Person says, voice quivering a bit in fear.

"Indeed," Allen replies. "We all must be here now. It is destiny."

"So you can see destiny now?" Cass asks.

"We have read signs, yes," Allen responds. "But there is another reason you must be here. It is because, against all odds, you six are the biggest threat to us. You six, insignificant children have actually irritated our plans. Congratulations, by the way."

"You keep saying 'we'," Tarna notes. "You and who else?" Allen's blank face twists into a smile.

"Knor." That one, bone-chilling word. The name of all evil. Knor. And finally, we see him. The endless grey behind Allen disappears, replaced by a giant sphere. The sphere has spikes poking out of it in many places, and four massive tentacles branch off of the sphere. The tentacles end in points. The sphere is huge, maybe 40 feet tall and 40 feet wide. The scariest detail of the monstrosity is its single eye, which is closed. A mouth is beneath the eye, with teeth poking out, even though the mouth is closed. We're staring at Knor. He is massive and hideous and terrifying, scary beyond belief. The only good thing about him is that he appears to be asleep. Still, we all stare in terrified fear, except Allen, who turns calmly.

"My lord. What is your desire?" The tentacles of the beast move, as if they're alive by themselves. Then the great eye opens, revealing it to be completely black. Knor, now awake, examines us.

"Away, servant," says a voice. The voice is deep and demonic, and I didn't even see Knor's mouth move as he speaks. Allen bows and retreats into the grey fog. Knor returns his attention to us.

"Foolish humans. I choose to work through you only because you are so easily influenced. Indeed, your species is a terrible mess even without my assistance. And yet, you have come. You six choose to stand up for good and attempt the impossible. Well, impossible is your goal, fools. You think you can destroy me, and yet, your only weapon against me is being held by a trembling fool." Cass grits her teeth and tightens her grip on the cathtonite blade. We're all too petrified to respond to Knor, so he continues.

"You stand here, the tiny rebellion, not even knowing anything at all."

"We know enough," I argue, finally recovering from shock. "We've read about your weapons and minions."

"Ah yes, The Book Of Knor," Knor says. The fact that he knows about the book doesn't exactly comfort me. "What a perfect example of your hopelessness. Who wrote that book, young Tacking?" I can't answer the question, and Knor laughs.