The Rainbow Pearl: Part Two
Ariadne watched the horizon as the sun came up, making
the ocean sparkle brilliantly. As she stood by the small mast, she noticed a
couple of blankets moving. She ripped them off.
Nestled under there was a Faerie Draikess.
Ariadne moaned, and the Draikess woke up, fluffing
her wings expectantly. Her green-hazel eyes stole a questioning glance at Ariadne
for a moment.
"Who are you?" asked the Faerie Draikess curiously.
Ariadne did not answer. She was too far gone into her own thoughts, staring
back at the small shore, almost lost into the horizon.
"Hey!" squawked the Faerie Draik, tapping Ariadne
on the soldier.
Ariadne whirled around, pushing her sword point
to the Draik's throat.
"If you ever do that again, I'll kill you," she
hissed, releasing the Faerie Draikess, still leveling her gaze.
The Faerie Draikess resumed her post on the blankets
as Ariadne looked back at the island. She could pick out some boats coming towards
her. They were coming fast.
"Can't you do something!?!" Ariadne cried.
"Hmm…I might…if you tell me who you are."
"Ariadne," muttered Ariadne hurriedly. The boats
were getting closer.
"Okay, I'm Cela," Cela answered. She mumbled
a few hushed words, and an excruciatingly hard gust of wind blasted the small
sails, nearly knocking Ariadne overboard.
"How did you do that?" she asked quizzically,
watching the boats disappear.
"I'm a training mage, you know," Cela replied,
waving her hands in the air and making a huge wave in the ocean, splashing down
onto the poor boats that had just reappeared.
Land did not seem very far away, after all. Ariadne
landed the boat, and Cela made it disappear, so no one but she could see it.
They had landed on a tropical paradise. The waving
palm trees on the desolate but sandy enough shore seemed to greet them heartily.
Cela gazed wide-eyed at the masses of coconut trees bunched together into a
small but tropical forest.
The sun beamed down on them as they proceeded
to where they thought the village was. They soon heard loud shouts.
Cela and Ariadne raced to the scene to find people
screamed hysterically as the natives tried to attack them. Cela was all that
Ariadne needed. Before Ariadne could lift her big sword, Cela waved her hands
around and a big fence of tall trees swarmed around the natives, catching them
in a giant cage. Cela once again waved her hands around, and the cage flew off
into the jungle, landing with a crashing noise far away.
Ariadne gaped at Cela. Cela smiled a teeny smile;
unlike the scowls she had been giving Ariadne.
They made camp at the outer fringes of the jungle.
"So, why are you trailing this 'Morgras' person-is
he evil, or something?" Cela asked, munching down on a Taokicarrot.
"He is evil, eviler than the rest of his vile
group. He literally destroyed Meridell. He and I were the only ones who escaped,"
Ariadne answered, viciously crumbling a piece of sand in her hand. Cela looked
up, seeing fierce rage shining in her companion's eyes.
"I know what you mean. My family…was decimated
by an epidemic of the Sneezles. Nobody could get to the Healing Springs-it was…blocked,"
Cela said comfortingly, patted Ariadne on the back. The only thing that broke
their silence after that was Cela's loud snoring. Ariadne smiled. It was good
to have a friend.
The waves crashing against the rocks woke Ariadne
up. The waves never crashed with such vehemence, it seemed, back in Meridell.
A slight breeze wafted into their camp as Ariadne watched the younger villagers
scurry around, searching for Kraku Berries.
Cela awoke, rubbing her eyes, and blinking. Yawning
forcefully, she pulled out a mirror from her bag.
"What are you doing?" asked Ariadne curiously,
peering over Cela's shoulder.
"I'm scrying," Cela answered, rubbing her mirror.
It was dusty and cracked, with small inscribed words on the side.
"Can you find out where Morgras is?" inquired
Ariadne, looking even closer. Pictures formed on the mirror's surface.
"I think I can," answered Cela, looking even
"Aargghhhh!" yelled Ariadne, toppling backwards.
Cela glanced at her momentarily, alarmed. Cela looked back at the mirror.
There was no Morgras in the mirror. Cela was
staring at a crystal door, with opal doorknobs and an engraving on it.
There were pictures. One was a big sword, like
the one Ariadne was carrying. Cela could barely make out the words: The Sword
of Skardsen. Two more pictures followed. One had two wands crossed against each
other, and another had a Dark Nova on it. The picture disappeared.
"Did you see Morgras?" asked Ariadne, regaining
her composure in a second. Cela noted she seemed rather hurt, emotionally.
"Nothing, just a picture," said Cela, explaining
what the picture looked like. She didn't ask Ariadne what had happened.
"Maybe it means we need to go to that door,"
Ariadne suggested thoughtfully, biting her lip. Cela nodded knowingly, putting
her dusty mirror back.
"I think…that was the Hall of Dimensions!" exclaimed
Cela. Ariadne looked at her, confused.
"The Hall of Dimensions-what is that?" asked
"The Hall of Dimensions is a place that you can
access anywhere in the world. There are many traps in there, and something called
the Timekeeper guards it. You could meddle with time in there!" replied Cela.
"Exactly what Morgras would want to do-his golden
opportunity!" shouted Ariadne. Cela smiled.
"We've got to go look for it!" Cela cried, racing
towards the boat, Ariadne hot on her heels.
They sailed off into the horizon.
Since the scrying session that Cela had, Ariadne
had not thought a bit about her rainbow pearl in her locket. The foamy waves
rocked her about as she examined it once again. The pearl was still there-a
bit duller that it used to look, but just good.
Ariadne looked up at her Faerie Draik friend.
She was standing, motionless, at the tiller, humming a bit to herself. Her magic
had protected them from about everything-Ariadne hoped that it would hold up.
Cela stared at the horizon, her keen green-hazel
eyes penetrating through the blinding sunrays. It was awfully hot, she noted,
and she expected a tropical storm anytime. She just hoped that it would start
after they had reached land.
Of course, it didn't.
"It's a hurricane!" Ariadne heard Cela yell.
She put the pearl back into her locket and looked up. Sure enough, a huge cloud
was building. Gargantuan and black, it loomed overhead. Cela and Ariadne raced
down below the deck, into the small storage space. It was dark and creepy.
"Can't you make it light up?" asked Ariadne,
shying away from a large Spyder that crawled across the floor.
"I can't make light out of nothing-I need something!"
yelled Cela over the roaring waves. Ariadne could feel their little ship being
buffeted mercilessly amongst the ocean.
Ariadne heard a sickening crack as the boat smashed
against something. Water poured it fast as she and Cela scrambled out of the
Ariadne could see the huge waves coming up against
her as she and Cela clung to a fat board. Ariadne plunged her sword into it
for a better grip.
The hurricane was batting their little boat against
the rocks again and again, crushing it to splinters. Ariadne could hear the
roar of the waves in her ears, and the sea spray crashing into her mouth. Water
burnt her eyes as she hung on to her sword. She was cutting her hand on it,
she knew, but Ariadne was oblivious to the pain.
The cold wind was making her freeze as the waves
crashed around her. She felt tired, and wanted to let go. The big board was
splintering, but she wouldn't look. It splintered in half, and Ariadne could
hear an ear-splitting cry-Cela's cry, she knew, as she was swept away from her
partner. Reality finally broke through. Ariadne could feel her burning hands
as she inched them up to grab her sword hilt. She knew she had to hang on…she
Ariadne could not hear the roaring wind anymore,
or feel the sea spray in her fur. It had…stopped. The ocean felt as calm as
a lake, and its surface was as smooth as glass. The only movement in it was
the occasional splashes, nearly undetectable.
Ariadne let out a small sob of discontent. The
storm was gone, but where was Cela?
Ariadne could feel excruciating pain in her hands.
She knew they had been cut by her sword. She coughed and floated on her board,
waiting for land.
Somewhere in the ocean Cela lay, exhausted, on
her half of the board. The sun shone down upon her, drying her off as she floated.
She wondered where Ariadne was, but she didn't dwell on it. She knew she was
alive-she just had the ability to survive.
Lifting her wings up, Cela found newfound strength
swarming in her. Land could not be far away, and she would probably find Ariadne
Cela flew off.
To be continued...