RIGMAROLE VII

This blog post is a continuation from: http://eternallypale.blogspot.in/2012/04/rigmarole-vi.html 


Both Mikros and Half Pint understood the pain of poor Twerp and did not push him further with anymore questions. Mikros walked along the path that Half Pint had set him on. The excitement of meeting the wizard had Mikros so excited that he broke into a run. Half Pint and Twerp held on the edge of his pocket for their dear lives, but the gush of wind was too strong for them to hold on for long. They decided to go down into the pocket and catch up on some rest.

Mikros was more than happy, for he now got the chance to be on his own and imagine what he could become after meeting the wizard. He had never been so excited and happy in a very very long time.

Back inside the pocket, Half Pint and Twerp exhausted by the unexpected turn of events over the last few days fell asleep almost immediately. In deep slumber, Half Pint dreamed of the reunion with his father, the powerful Wizard of Ounce, both excited and nervous

On the other hand, Twerp was tossing and turning, disturbed with the freshly resurfaced thoughts of his father, the infamous ‘Pervertous Magnus.’ What started out as a dream, turned into a nightmare with images he had seen as a kid flooding back to memory. Twerp suddenly awoke, sweating and shivering. Before he could say anything to the fast asleep Half Pint, Mikros let out a cry for help.

Mikros stood confused at a rather unique crossroad, from where eight different paths diverged, but all of them carried a sign leading to the same place: ’The Castle of Ounce’. Mikros was intelligent, but he just could not wrap his head around this.

Twerp woke Half Pint up, and showed him their new predicament. Half Pint’s eyes opened wide in amazement, he was quiet for a couple of minutes and then cracked up in wild laughter. Both Mikros and Twerp were so confused that the only thing they could was wait for Half Pint to stop.

Finally, after catching his breath, Half Pint proudly announced: ‘Welcome to the Castle of Ounce’. He had Mikros let him down onto the ground and then childlike again, Half Pint muttered and jumbled a few words. He stepped back and waited. The 8 different paths moved all at once and transformed into one broad pathway leading straight ahead into a town, at the end of which a magnificent castle was seen

A voice suddenly bellowed from inside the town seemingly coming from the castle:

“You dare step foot on Ounce soil again! What brings you home Colorius, the wizard prophesised to bring rainbows back to the world?”

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