Part 10:
“We are getting to that part, but first you
need to know the back story of what you are looking for. It is called the Book
of Fulmar. We need it to better understand some things about our world and
about the direnight so we can find one to gaze into our shaman’s eyes. With the
war going on we need the book so that our shaman is able to release some of her
stress on her brain. You see shaman put pressure on their brains because they’re
blind. Their brains swell because they need to use their other senses to see so
they can use their brain to transmit waves around the room. It is kind of like
the echolocation that bats use. Anyways once a year the shaman of every tribe
get together and reveal their eyes so that the stress on their brain goes away.
With the war on no shaman can make it out here because we are the farthest from
any of the other villages.” Nora said.
“Okay, so
why do you need me?”
“We need
you to get the book and bring it back here, we chose you because only newcomers
can enter and exit Fulmars lair, and you are a newcomer here. We will send our
guardian with you because the war hasn’t reached us mainly because only other
shaman know that we are out here.” Garnids said.
“Okay,
wait your guardian can’t go into the lair with me.”
“Yes she
can because a new comer can be accompanied with two people. It is a stupid rule
but Fulmar has guards searching for you and they usually go in groups of three.
Besides even if that couldn’t happen his lair is in his kingdom so our guardian
can help you to get to the lair and then fend off monsters outside, they just
can’t go in the room with you. He has cast spells on it to prevent anyone who
has been here more than a year to go in there. He thought it would work because
no one really ventures here, but he did not think of you. You need to get to
his lair to get the book. His lair is just like a throne room.” Vanessa said in
her scraggily voice.
“Okay I’m
starting to get it now,” I said, “what I still do not understand is how the
heck I am supposed to get to Fulmar’s lair when I don’t even know where I am!”
“It is
difficult to explain, but we are on a floating island just above the Gardor
River. There is a bridge leading down to the main land, but then you would have
to find your own way to the lair because no one knows where it is,” said
Garnids.
Wait
Fulmar’s lair I remember seeing that somewhere. OH WAIT! It is in the book.
“I think I
might have a way of finding where he is hiding his lair, but if we have to
leave soon then lets sleep and eat first because I am HUNGRY!” I said in
excitement aloud to everyone in the room.
* * *
After a
while everyone got together and then we had a FEAST, there was food everywhere
I looked. I didn’t know what most of the things were, but as I walked down the
row of chairs I could make out a pile of cheeseburgers labeled “JARAMY.” I
figured they didn’t know how to spell my name and this was for me. Just to be
sure I confirmed it with an odd couple sitting next to me that started laughing
right after they told me and I quote “Yes that be’ist your food not someone
else’s!” I decided I was hungry and I didn’t care if it was mine or not, so I
dug in. After I finished about half of them a big Knotr about twice the size of
any other Knotr there walked straight up to me with a face of what looked like
disgust (it might have been just his normal face though) and let out a deep
belch. UGGHH it was horrible just imagine a blender was filled with sardines,
bratwurst, and molasses. Plus to top it all of it was very warm afterwards I
was thankful I didn’t burn.
That is
when he spoke, “Hey you been eating Jaramy’s food, he only eats these fluffer
patties.”
“Oh sorry
I thought it was mine, Jaramy is close to Jeremy you see.” I said.
Just then
the fat Knotr exploded into chunks of Knotr. Even if I didn’t want to throw up
before now I wanted to even more. It was the worst thing that I had ever seen.
Then I looked to my right and saw a plate of pizza that said: “To our savior
Jeremy.” I was overwhelmed with what had just happened that I just kept eating
Jaramy’s “fluffer patties.”
I never
want to go through that experience ever again.
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