Chapter 2

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       Deep down in a cave where no one goes, and nothing happens but snows, is a mysterious encased ball.  It stays there every spring, it then it will vanish.  As snow kept falling around it on spring,(Which was weird because it doesn't snow in spring) it opens up in front of the darkness of the dark cave that snows inside.  Out comes two wretched figures with their shadows starting to appear. 
     The snow keeps falling, and the figures start to take shape.  One keeps as tall as a tree,as wide as 8 feet, and with bumps around it, and comes another one with fingernail-ish hands with a wig on its head.  Both are te same kind of monster,but different shapes and sizes.  The bumpy one was named Dermit and the wigged one was named Creepsecule. As they appear, Dermit pulled out a compass, which seemed to be pointing west with a mirror on the cap.
"Okay,boss.  We only have a few seconds before our new lord comes.  He should he be here riiiiiiight-NOW!"said Creepsecule.

     A portal appeared with another two figures, except they looked more different.  As they appeared, they turned into Ghazt and Congle.  They came to a stop and talked to them.

"So, I have seen you came,Creepsecule and Dermit,"said Ghazt."As you see here, I have brought us a new associate. His name is Congle. He comes from the kingdom I was talking about and he is rich and desires power. I need you two to fetch him an army."

"Yes, sir,"said Dermit. As they went to go fetch him an army from te forest of the forgotten, Ghazt asked Congle,"So, while we are waiting, why don't we grab a bite at the tavern of Glittington?"
"Sure, can't hurt,"said Congle, casually. They went and soon, after a few hours, came back and saw Congle's own army. "That's right, Congle. Your whole army to command. Feel free to fetch orders at them, since I already have my own army,"said Ghazt.
Congle smiled. He knew it wasn't before long the kingdom of Boodoo's would be his.

    

Back in the kingdom, Trevis was called to come to the castle.  he thought it was because he was in some sort of mission or in trouble of some sort, but it wasn't.  Instead, Boodoo told him,"Come to me Trevis.  Trevis obviously saw what was wrong.  He saw that Boodoo was old, and was wielding a cane of crystals on it. "Trevis,"he said, "my end is near.  I am sad, hopeless, and broken.  I can easily be crushed now that I am an old hag.  Because of this, I need a successor, someone who is strong."

     "And because of what you showed me in the last battle with my brother, I will choose you as my apprentice."  Trevis was having a mix of emotions, both scared and excited.  He couldn't believe what he was hearing."But why,"he thought,"me? I'm a worthless and common noggin, and I can barely fend of a big bunch!"
"Indeed you can't," said Boodoo," but I seek good fortune I you, and you showed me you were brave and masterful."  Noggin heard what he said, but he was wandering off at another thing.  "Did you just read my mind?"said Trevis, surprised.  Then, suddenly, Boodoo tilted his head toward Trevis, sending a message through his mind."Does this answer your question?"said a voice in his mind, particularly sounding like Boodoo's.
     Travis couldn't believe it!  Then, Trevis blurted  out,"Okay, if you can teach me that, I'm your apprentice!"

     A smile formed through Boodoo's old face.  He thought convincing Trevis would be a hard task, but apparently it was not.  He was ready to teach him on his favorite spot.

     On the Mountain of Peace, a river carried down to a stream, which then fell of the mountain as a waterfall.  Then, Trevis and Boodoo climbed up into the graze of the sun at the peak of the big mountain.  Trevis standed in awe of the mountain view, jaw dropped.  They traveled farther until Boodoo halted to a stop on the mountain.  "Stop here, I will each you how to overcome your abilities here,"said Boodoo.  They set down their bags and Trevis started learning every skill Boodoo taught him.

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