Wee Scarlet Stormcloak

Part Four: Old Wolf in the Wilding Woods

The green fairy Soora Mirez, returned to Isla and with her, Wee Scarlet Stormcloak.

The evening they needed to bug out to the way, Old Whiskey, Sawyer and Isla carried a basic survival satchel each and some weps, the Cerberus merc packing a magnum shockgun and his armor carapcace.

The odd, greasy faced Blindseid family left the shoe where they lived and met up with Wee Scarlet and Soora Mirez the green fairy in a clearing  in the Wilding Woods on the night of the crescent moons.  Six of the sickle shaped sentinels shone brightly in the night sky, enough to allow the pathfinder, Wee Scarlet, the chance to open a quantum paradox walkthrough into Calypso, another planet in the Goldilocks system they inhabited.  Only Calypso stood out as the full moon that night.

Wee Scarlet and Soora Mirez had prepped a triangle magik between two ancient trees that always aligned with the crescent moon night every 6 months.  Along the edges of the magic triangle, they laid out special carved twigs in the shape of runes to facilitate the portal's safety and accuracy or else they could step out in the middle of another moon, or worse.

Wee Scarlet asked her companions to wait while she wove the portal into Calypso.

Wearing a red stormcloak marked with magik sigils that allowed the telepath to tune with the quantum spaces unseen in the thrid dimension, Wee Scarlet started a hymn she had memorized by heart that would align the Music of the Spheres to the warp in the lunar weave to allow a slider path into the other planet they were going to.  A small flicker in the air over the triangle marker and a light bloom appeared, indicating sunlight or daytime on the opposite planet, and the doorway where they were to pass into Calypso.

But before the five of them could cross over, a jeering chorus of bandit voices echoed around their position and several armed hunters in combat camouflaged tunics stepped out of their hiding places among the trees.  They had been warded from the sight of the green fairy, who was now agitated as a nine-year-old caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"Good evening, old wolf Whiskey.  You seem to be in a bit of a hurry.  Traveling somewhere?"  Remora, the old man who had inquired at their distillery revealed himself among the brigands, hoisting an ancient weapon that can kill both humans and supernatural beings, a flamethrower.

"Why that's Mister Remora!" exclaimed Isla and Soora Mirez.

"Indeed it is, urchin vomit.  Now, Kabalyero Whiskey, for your own safety, please drop your magnum slowly--yes, that's a good soldier," shared Remora.

"So, it is a trap.  Never expected you to be part of any sort of Colonial Rebel group, Remora.  Leave the kids be.  What do you want?  The distillery?  The tobacco farms?"  asked the old Wolf.

"We have no interest in your stoopid old head, nor your ridiculous moonshine bootlegging operation, idiot.  The Arcane Order of Cerberus poses no threat to the new Enlightenment of the Blinding Name.  Supernatural beings and humans who have arcane power like that pathfinder are our primary mission.  Genocide protocol.  No one left behind.  Heretical dangers that our Church wants them cleansed from the Goldilocks system so that we can keep our race pure as humans."  slurred Remora in as intimidating as he could to spook the kids into wetting their trousers.  The green fairy was now wildly flying to and fro looking for an escape route out of their corner.

Then, Remora aimed his flamethrower at the sprite, Soora Mirez ,and flicked the switch.

"Nooooooo!" cried Isla as the green fairy barely let out a shriek before she was napalmed into ashes by old man Remora.

An assassin snuck up behind the red hooded pathfinder, hooked a chokehold on Wee Scarlet Stormcloak's neck and planted a dagger into her left eye.  Wee Scarlet's body shook violently in the arms of the assassin, then slumped as a gout of blood and shiny ichor welled out of the puncture wound.  Isla's playmate looked at the Blindseids, her right eye pleading in vain for any kind of rescue with her mouth agape in shock.