Episode 28: Is This Even Trista?

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Episode 28: Is This Even Trista?

“I swear, can this day get any worse,” complained Trista, plowing down onto the floor within the thrown room.

            “Yezir, my magic is pushed to its limit,” said Angela in agreement.

            “RETURN!” cast Travis as everyone transformed back into their normal clothing. Suddenly a flash of light sparked in front of them as Princess Aureka stepped forth.

            “PRINCESS!” they all shouted at once.

            “My warriors…what has happened?” she asked.

            “Ezekiel 69 tried to separate us…I also felt that you were in danger also,” explained Zachariah.

            “Yes I was…how you say…jumped by the Sharad Raiders.”

            “Sharad Raiders?” asked Jenna.

            “Hey, what’s that in your hand?” asked Trista. They looked down at the black foggy jar.

            “Miasma…I’m hoping we can use this to our advantage,” said the Princess.

            “How’s Prince Dycoon?” asked Angela.

            “He’ll pull through thank the gods.”

            “I totally just conjured up a plan just now,” said Travis excitedly.

            “What is it?” asked Jenna.

            “You’ll see, but first I need that jar,” he said.

            “Whatever it is count me in,” said the Princess.

            “NO!” shouted Zac. Princess Aureka turned and looked him in the eyes.

            “I…I’ve been having these dreams…visions and in it you die,” he said.

            “…are you certain?” s            he asked.

            “Maybe…I mean everything else has come true, we just want to keep you here…safe for now,” said Zac.

            “Very well…carry out your plan and be careful…it just may only work once,” stressed Princess Aureka while handing the jar to Travis.

            “NO…HELL NO! I am not doing it,” argued Trista.

            “You have too. We need you to tap into Roxi’s animal abilities…like attraction,” stressed Travis. While the gang remained in the castle, Travis concocted a plan to not only sneak inside The Fortress, but also once inside will give them the opportunity to take back the chalice. 

            “What about…” Trista began to say while looking in Angela’s direction,

            “Gurl you better look the other way,” stated Angela.

            “I hate you guys…I swear,” complained Trista, crossing her hands.

            “Gurl puh-lease, I hate you more,” said Jenna with a smile.

            “Now for plan 2.0.”

            “There’s a 2.0?” asked Zac.

            “I need Trista to absorb Jenna’s party trait,” said Travis.

            “WHAT!” they both said at the same time.

            “No…hell to the no,” said Trista.

            “Let this heifer have my goodies, I think not,” said Jenna.

            “Who you calling a heifer—bitch,” lashed Trista.

            “Whoa…ladies c’mon. We each must play a role in order for this plan to work. Like Aureka said, we only have one shot to retrieve the chalice,” explained Travis

            “Whatever, fine…what do we have to do?” asked Jenna.

            “Concentrate…feel that hyper energy inside, let it flow through you and travel to the next,” whispered Travis in Jenna’s ear.

            “Trista…let go of your hate, let go of your stubbornness and open up, feel her vide and own it,” whispered Travis in her ear. Both Jenna and Trista started to inhale and exhale lightly, taking in Travis’ words as a ring of cosmic energy revolved around Jenna’s right hand. Suddenly without warning both Jenna and Trista slapped hands as Jenna’s vibe flowed through Trista unleashing a flash of light.

“I’m so ready to party! Ah man, am I talking like her now?” she asked, not trilled.

“Now I need you to wear this,” added Travis, showing Trista the outfit she is to wear.

“The Hell?” she complained. “Okay first, I don’t even want to know where you found let alone obtained that outfit and second, I am not wearing that!”

“Girl puh-lease, you wore more outfits skankier than that,” said Angela while looking at it.

“Although that is true—but still,” said Trista. 

             “Up too late!” shouted Zac, pushing Trista inside the bathroom. He placed his weight on the door, preventing her from coming back out quickly.

            Trista banged on the door multiple times, but it wouldn’t budge. She was about to kick the door when her own reflection caught her eye.

            “I look so good I can just kiss myself,” she said to herself. She turned around toward the door, about to grab the handle, when suddenly the door vanished right in front of her. She jumped back for a minuet, startled. She slowly spun around as everything in the bathroom started to disappear only leaving white walls. When she stopped, the only thing left was the mirror as the room shifted and revolved around. She looked deep into the mirror and placed her finger in her mouth and bit down the tip of her nail and said with an evil wicked grin.

            She snapped her fingers; her blonde hair was trimmed looking like the hairstyle in the Rihanna SOS video. She had on a brass plated armored bra, brown on the inside with gold outlining on the outside. It connected to her dog collar, which had a long black chain going down the middle. Her golden armored underwear had a crimson cloth draping down the front and back. Her body was definitely exposed also with a wristband around her right wrist and an ankle band around her left ankle. 

            “Change of plans hehehe.”

            “No…no…NOOO!” yelled Trista, banging the glass mirror to death. 

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