The Green Valley Prophecy Part 6 of 7
The Battle of the Loathsome Five
MossHaven lies between the Northern Sea and the Great Blue Smoke Mountains. South of the mountains lies the Green Valley and the kingdoms of Buckthorn and Lilyshire. The difficult terrain through the mountains makes a natural barrier to separate MossHaven from the warring people to the South. Only needing to protect its shores and a small mountain pass helped MossHaven to become one of the most prosperous and peaceful kingdoms in the known world.
Unfortunately, the natural barrier that makes it nearly impossible to travel to MossHaven also makes it difficult to head in the other direction. To make matters worse, Queen Rosalie and SunSpear insisted on stopping for a tea break every few hours. As much as the party appreciated the handful of soldiers and servants that administered to the Queen, their presence slowed their progress through the mountain pass.
After a few difficult days, they finally made it to the end of the mountain path. The party came upon a small clearing surrounded by large boulders and a path leading up to a large cave overlooking the clearing. “A golden dragon’s cave,” whispered Lady Ophelia.
“How do you know what kind of dragon lives there,” said Knight SunSpear.
“You really need to read more books,” she snapped back.
“Shhh,” hissed Mantoson. “We need to get the siphoning staff as quickly as possible. The moment I retrieve the staff, I’m sure our enemies will be alerted. Follow me.” He pointed over a giant boulder and led the party behind it. He pointed over to a circle made up of five large blocks. “Those are the sliding stones. All we have to do is push them towards the center and…” he pulled out a small scroll. “..and a portal should open up.”
“Then what?” asked Mage Bella. “Do we go in?”
“No,” said Mantoson as he read his scroll. “That’s very bad. It’ll suck you in and drain your spirit energy, and return it to the universe. Or something like that. I’m trying to translate.”
“Right, avoid the portal,” replied SunSpear. “Got it.” Quickly, he raced over to one of the sliding stones and pushed as hard as he could. “Nope! Not sliding.”
“We all need to push at the same time,” said Mantoson. “Each of you take a rock and push at the same time.”
“What are you going to be doing?” said SunSpear with disdain in his voice.
“Someone has to read the spell to get the staff out. Now, places everyone.”
The five travellers took place behind each stone and waited until Mantoson gave the signal. Everyone pushed the rocks towards the center of the circle. The stones effortlessly glided towards each other. Soon, a small tornado-like wind appeared inside the circle of rocks. Soon, the wind grew stronger and stronger and then a bright purple and yellow portal opened.
“Oh!” exclaimed Bella. “It feels like it’s trying to pull me in. Hurry up, Mantoson.”
He took a few steps back from the portal and read the incantation aloud. He looked around nervously and looked at the scroll again. “Maybe I’m not pronouncing some things right. Let me try again.” He tried several times unsuccessfully. “Oh, drat. One more time.”
This time, everyone felt their hairs stand on end. A bright yellow light shot directly into the sky. Slowly, a large wooden staff slowly rose out of the portal and into Mantoson’s hand. “Yes! Now to dispatch with that pesky dragon.” Quickly, he headed up the path towards the cave.
“What are we supposed to do now?” shouted SunSpear.
Florise pointed to the top of a ridge of rocks on the mountainside. “Fight them!” Five shadowy figures stood silhouetted against the sky. Each one had large metal helmets with horns and a frightful expression painted on them. One by one, they leapt down and raced towards the group. “Here they come!”
Soon, bolts of lightning and magic spells shot through the air at the crowd. Everyone ran for cover as the foes quickly approached. “Find your double,” shouted Lady Ophelia.
Queen Rosalie grabbed one of her soldiers. “Stand back. I can handle this,” she declared as she raced towards a similar, but smaller looking queen.
Bella looked around and spied another mage like her. Although she was a bit smaller than her, she knew not to underestimate her. The other mage spotted her and shot a small bolt of yellow light out of her flower wand. Instinctively, Bella deflected the spell.
“Ha! Your disarming spell failed,” she said. “I’ll show you how to do it.” Bella shot a bright yellow bolt towards the small mage, who immediately lost control of her wand. She scrambled after it and after a few seconds was able to hang onto it. She spun around and fired a round of magic missiles at Bella.
Bella threw up a quick shield and once again deflected the mage’s spell. Quickly, she returned the spell, which threw the mage against a rock wall and knocked her helmet off. The mage collapsed to the ground. Bella cautiously raced over and stuck her wand directly in the mage's face. “It’s time we end this,” shouted Bella.
She was about to cast another attack spell when she stopped and gasped. Without her helmet on, Bella got a good look at her face. It was a young girl, no older than twelve. A small tear ran down the child’s cheek. “You may kill me, but please spare my little brother.”
Bella stepped back in confusion. She looked around and saw that everyone was easily defeating their foes, who were all considerably smaller. “Everyone! Stop!” Realizing that no one was listening, she cast an amplification spell. “STOP FIGHTING,” bellowed her voice.
Everyone froze and looked at her. Queen Rosalie quickly assessed the situation and took off the helmet of her enemy. It was a young fourteen-year old girl. “Unhand me!” she shouted. “Queen Hippola bows to no one!”
“What’s going on here,” said SunSpear, who was holding his foe up by his throat. SunSpear tore off his opponent’s helmet as the small knight’s legs kicked furiously in the air.
The young boy in his grip swung at SunSpear, but his arms were too short to reach. “We’ll never stop fighting. I don’t care if you are seven times stronger than us!”
Bella’s jaw dropped. “Oh no! Everyone! They’re not the Loathsome Five.” She looked at her companions and cried. “We are!”
Part 7, Let This Be The Last Battlefield