Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Edison's Dream ~ Chapter Three ~ Part One

The Mummy of Tomorrow here at last, enter my lair, a world so vast…

For a brief moment in the vortex, Edison could see images of what seemed to be of his past. He saw himself handing the Scarlet Piccolo to Angelica, and her playing it by the ocean. He then saw the pirate ship invading Hollowmill, and a man presumed to be the captain step out of it. The images soon vanished, and Edison landed on a circular platform. His whole body was aching heavily from the fall, but nonetheless, he stood up and examined his surroundings. The entire room was shaped as an oval, and on the wall in front of Edison hung a painting of an old woman. She had pale skin, a long nose, and grey hair tied back in a bun. “Could this be the Eccentric Old Lady I have been told about?” he spoke softly. “You’ll soon find out, won’t you?” cackled an old woman’s voice. “Are you the woman from my dream?” Edison looked up, startled. “Perhaps I am, perhaps I’m not.” the voice responded. The woman in the painting disappeared. She soon reappeared in the oval-shaped room, and floated in the air. “What exactly am I supposed to sweep?” Edison asked sarcastically. The woman ignored him and began to spin around in a circle. After four spins, her appearance was altered completely. Her skin glowed uncannily with a shade of turquoise. She was dressed in a gown that was a contrast between mauve and cream. Edison approached the old lady, but stopped when her eye pupils turned blue. “What…what exactly are you?” he asked, now frightened. The old woman spoke with conviction. “Why so scared my love? I am only an eccentric old lady. I couldn’t possibly mean any harm to you.” She then spread both of her arms out, and the room filled with black sparkles. It seemed to become much darker, as the torches surrounding the room were put out. A broomstick appeared below her, and she encircled Edison while she flew around in it.  “This is it…the final challenge…” he whispered.

Edison could only rely on the eccentric old lady’s glowing skin in order to see her. “Come on, just try to follow me!” she cackled. Momentarily, she stopped flying around on the broomstick and faced Edison. Although he could not see very clearly, he did see what appeared to be a ball of ice forming in her right hand. “This spell of ice that freezes souls, feel it as it takes its toll!” exclaimed the old lady, tossing the spell. Edison swung his sword as it came towards him, deflecting it back at her. Unfortunately she dodged it, and casted another spell at him. This time it was a green ball, with a tinge of yellow in its core. He swung his sword just in time to deflect the spell again. Luckily, it hit the Eccentric Old Lady, and knocked her down onto the ground. Edison used this opportunity to rush over to her and fight one on one. She leaped up off of the ground and a silver cutlass formed in her left hand. “Your heroic journey is far from swell, bid your sweetheart a last farewell!” she yelled. A swordfight ensued between the two of them. Although Edison was losing the grip of his sword, he continued to fight. After an intense episode of exchanging blades, the old lady dropped her cutlass onto the floor. Edison swung his sword at her, and delivered the final blow. A ray of white light shone on her, and she burst into flames. “You menacing little fool!” she screamed. “Soon I will be back to haunt you!” The ray of light grew larger and covered her entire body, and soon all that was left of the Eccentric Old Lady was her gown and broomstick. Edison crouched down and tried to catch his breath, until everything around him began to shake. The voice of V.H. Fine echoed throughout the room. “I suppose I underestimated you, child.” He bellowed. “You have found one of the keys to my palace. But don’t think your adventure will be this easy here on out!” He let out an evil laugh, and his voice faded away. The room shook even harder this time, causing it to collapse. Chunks of the ceiling were falling onto the ground. The walls and the ceiling shone a white light that got progressively brighter. Edison’s eyes were hurting, so he shut them tightly to avoid being blinded.

A few moments later, he opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of Harpstring Manor. Nothing appeared unusual. However, something made him look down at the ground, where there lay a shiny red key. Edison picked it up and studied it carefully. Just as he did this, it vanished into thin air. “Is this another one of my dreams?” he gasped. He took another look around, and everything seemed normal. He readjusted his sword and shield, and set off down the Deepwind Mountain’s trail.

In the main over world, a strange looking caravan was parked next to a river. It was filled with all kinds of mysterious masks and costumes. Edison noticed a realistic statue inside of it, its eyes glaring at him. “That’s pretty creepy.” he commented. Taking a walk by the river, he saw a mask floating around in it. “How did that end up in there?” he asked. He bent down to get a closer look at it, and stuck his hand inside the river in an attempt to grab it. The sound of rustling came from a bush behind him. While he fished for the mask, the same person from his dream in Harpstring Manor rose from the same bush wielding a sledgehammer. The figure moved ever so softly without as much as a peep. It raised the sledgehammer up, and it came down on Edison’s head. The figure spoke. “The Mummy of Tomorrow here at last, enter my lair, a world so vast…”


2 comments:

The Summer Porch said...

Very intriguing W.B. can't wait for more!

fialka012 said...

Velmi zajimavé...

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