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ten feet by ten feet size of the map on the wall.
Mournbow watches Robert make his magic happen as Inglelapse pulls and pushes, struggling to regain his staff. Robert raises his hands a little higher and wider than his shoulders, and the cloth fits over the tapestry perfectly. Puffs of smoke rise from the cloth as the artwork of the map burn through the cloth Robert has made. The cloth pulls from the tapestry, an exact replica of the map of Kronton. The map shrinks and folds into a handkerchief-sized cloth, and Robert puts it in his back pocket. He looks at Inglelapse still struggling to pull the staff from the ground.
“Robert, are you going to see Xanorax? Because if you are, be aware, he is a master of the black arts, and if he doesn’t kill you, he will enslave you like all the rest of us.”
“Well, Mournbow, maybe I am here to change all that. Have you been to Pinegrow?”
“No, I have been as far as Shaspar. Shaspar was my home. I was a lieutenant in King Gracepian’s army. His kingdom was obliterated by Blethstole, and all high-ranking officials, officers, and the king and his family were murdered or slain in battle. In the ruins, few of us survived, and that’s when Xanorax showed up. Those that did not conform to his will were killed. Those who obeyed him were branded”—he shows the X on his neck—“and sent to different parts of the world of Kronton. Belron was my servant but was loyal to Xanorax. Belron was calm, obedient, and docile in human form but wickedly evil in his true Changenoir form. Xanorax thrives on evil and surely knows Belron has been slain and will most likely retaliate in a brutal way.”
“Well then, the sooner I get to Xanorax, the sooner we can put the blame where it belongs on me. Excuse me, Mournbow, I need some of your visions. This won’t hurt.”
Mournbow shrugs his shoulders and says, “Sure.”
Robert raises his hands toward Mournbow’s head without touching him and concentrates. Mournbow starts to visualize his homeland during the dragon attack. Mournbow is on a stone wall, armed with bow and arrow. He has a metal helmet and chain mail on. Blethstole, the great and giant black dragon, swoops down to a piece of earth inside the wall where one hundred armored bowmen stand. They all draw their bows on the magnificent dragon and fire. A lot of the arrows just bounce off the dragon, but a lot of them stick. The arrows that do stick don’t do any real damage. They amount to slivers in the scales of the dragon. Blethstole breathes a black sparkling mist that covers the men, and their bodies begin to deteriorate. Their armor rusts, and their skin falls off. Their veins snap, and their muscles fall off their bones. Within one minute, all one hundred men fall dead, withered to dried-up bone, which crumbles like chalk dust and blows away. Mournbow shoots arrows at the dragon as it flies away toward the mountain. Robert pulls his hands down.
“That will be enough to get me to Shaspar. Did you get that staff yet, Inglelapse?”
“Magic User, I have no idea what you are planning, or even what you are doing, but if you take on Blethstole, you have an ally in me.”
“Thank you, Mournbow.” Robert walks to the staff and grabs it with his right hand. “See you around, Inglelapse.” Robert takes three steps, and on the fourth step, he vanishes.
CHAPTER 5
Xanorax
The sun peeks over the Mirrimya Mountain then looks with its bright light as the full circle of its body rises over the mountain, casting light on Pinegrow Forest and all the land. Pinegrow Forest circles for forty miles halfway around the Mirrimya Mountain. The rest of the mountain is circled by an acidic swamp with large pools of disintegrating liquid. There are unusual beige-colored mosses and grasses clumping up the earth between the acidic pools and very strange tree growth here. The trees grow up then to the side then up and back over the previous growth then up and to the other side. There are all kinds of
Mournbow watches Robert make his magic happen as Inglelapse pulls and pushes, struggling to regain his staff. Robert raises his hands a little higher and wider than his shoulders, and the cloth fits over the tapestry perfectly. Puffs of smoke rise from the cloth as the artwork of the map burn through the cloth Robert has made. The cloth pulls from the tapestry, an exact replica of the map of Kronton. The map shrinks and folds into a handkerchief-sized cloth, and Robert puts it in his back pocket. He looks at Inglelapse still struggling to pull the staff from the ground.
“Robert, are you going to see Xanorax? Because if you are, be aware, he is a master of the black arts, and if he doesn’t kill you, he will enslave you like all the rest of us.”
“Well, Mournbow, maybe I am here to change all that. Have you been to Pinegrow?”
“No, I have been as far as Shaspar. Shaspar was my home. I was a lieutenant in King Gracepian’s army. His kingdom was obliterated by Blethstole, and all high-ranking officials, officers, and the king and his family were murdered or slain in battle. In the ruins, few of us survived, and that’s when Xanorax showed up. Those that did not conform to his will were killed. Those who obeyed him were branded”—he shows the X on his neck—“and sent to different parts of the world of Kronton. Belron was my servant but was loyal to Xanorax. Belron was calm, obedient, and docile in human form but wickedly evil in his true Changenoir form. Xanorax thrives on evil and surely knows Belron has been slain and will most likely retaliate in a brutal way.”
“Well then, the sooner I get to Xanorax, the sooner we can put the blame where it belongs on me. Excuse me, Mournbow, I need some of your visions. This won’t hurt.”
Mournbow shrugs his shoulders and says, “Sure.”
Robert raises his hands toward Mournbow’s head without touching him and concentrates. Mournbow starts to visualize his homeland during the dragon attack. Mournbow is on a stone wall, armed with bow and arrow. He has a metal helmet and chain mail on. Blethstole, the great and giant black dragon, swoops down to a piece of earth inside the wall where one hundred armored bowmen stand. They all draw their bows on the magnificent dragon and fire. A lot of the arrows just bounce off the dragon, but a lot of them stick. The arrows that do stick don’t do any real damage. They amount to slivers in the scales of the dragon. Blethstole breathes a black sparkling mist that covers the men, and their bodies begin to deteriorate. Their armor rusts, and their skin falls off. Their veins snap, and their muscles fall off their bones. Within one minute, all one hundred men fall dead, withered to dried-up bone, which crumbles like chalk dust and blows away. Mournbow shoots arrows at the dragon as it flies away toward the mountain. Robert pulls his hands down.
“That will be enough to get me to Shaspar. Did you get that staff yet, Inglelapse?”
“Magic User, I have no idea what you are planning, or even what you are doing, but if you take on Blethstole, you have an ally in me.”
“Thank you, Mournbow.” Robert walks to the staff and grabs it with his right hand. “See you around, Inglelapse.” Robert takes three steps, and on the fourth step, he vanishes.
CHAPTER 5
Xanorax
The sun peeks over the Mirrimya Mountain then looks with its bright light as the full circle of its body rises over the mountain, casting light on Pinegrow Forest and all the land. Pinegrow Forest circles for forty miles halfway around the Mirrimya Mountain. The rest of the mountain is circled by an acidic swamp with large pools of disintegrating liquid. There are unusual beige-colored mosses and grasses clumping up the earth between the acidic pools and very strange tree growth here. The trees grow up then to the side then up and back over the previous growth then up and to the other side. There are all kinds of
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