This is my NaNoWriMo 2016 project. When it’s done I’ll be polishing it up and releasing it as one big book. Thanks for reading!
“How did I ever name you as the Royal Wizard of Whimseria?,” said the Queen, raising an eyebrow.
“I beg your pardon, my lady,” said the Wizard with a bow. “I had no idea that you felt this way. I — “
“Has he talked this much during your entire adventure?,” asked the Queen.
Willow and Osiris nodded. “Oh yes, miss Queen lady,” said Willow. “Oftentimes much more than this. Much more!”
The Queen shook her head. “Despicable.” She took a few steps until she was staring at the Wizard. “As I said: your wand please.” She held out her hand.
The Wizard looked to the others for help.
Osiris rolled her eyes under her mask. “In fairness, dear Queen, he doesn’t actually have a wand. I could tell that from the moment I met him. He might have some magical abilities within himself…but he’s been provided with an ordinary stick. He insists that it’s a wand, but it’s very much not.”
The Queen burst out laughing. “I know! Isn’t it great? That was my doing!”
“It is not a stick!,” shouted the Wizard.
“It’s one of the greatest goofs ever pulled in the history of Whimseria,” she said, pointing to the Wizard. “I won a trophy for doing it, and everything! And the best part is the spell of optimism I cast on him. He’s incapable of not defending it!”
“This is most irregular, my Queen!,” said the Wizard. “No one can cast a spell on a true Wizard! This wand is most mighty and impressive,” he said, pulling out a very ordinary stick.
“This doesn’t seem loik a very fun joke, to me,” said Willow. “Why would you do this?”
Osiris shook her head. “The Wizard is right. No one could cast a spell that powerful on a true Wizard…except for one of the ancient sorceresses.”
The Queen’s face took on a grim expression. “Careful, Osiris. You accuse me of much.”
“I accuse you of nothing. I know much. You guessed my true purpose earlier, that I was in fact after the Sword of Justice. Between that, your manner, and your lack of guards, it was more than easy to figure out your true nature,” said Osiris.
“I’m impressed,” said the Queen.
“You should be. I’m far more powerful than any mere sorceress,” said Osiris.
“Is that a threat?,” asked the Queen. The Wizard went to the side of the room and began trying to cast spells on a chair.
Willow put her hand on top of her sword.
“Yes,” said Osiris. “You have refused to help me.”
“I wouldn’t go so far as that,” said the Queen.
“Oooh!,” shouted Lisa. “Is this where we get to do the fight scene?”
Haha, no not yet. That probably won’t be until next week. Provided we can convince Melanie to come back.
“Sure!,” shouted Melanie. “I’m having a great time! Do you guys do stuff like this every weekend?”
“No, this is the first time,” said Lisa. “Mom never had time for stuff like this when she was working with you.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Melanie. “This is so enjoyable, maybe I should quit my job too.”
I don’t mean to be rubbing off on you, Melanie. You probably shouldn’t quit your job after we just got you a raise.
“I’m only kidding!,” said Melanie. “I don’t get to be the ruler of a land at work!”
“I want to attack her!,” shouted Lisa. She pulled out the cardboard sword at her side that was serving as Willow’s, and began to hit Melanie in the side. Melanie fell over in dramatic fashion.
Hoo boy. Okay. Let’s see what we can do with this.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you,” said the Queen. “I said I wouldn’t give you the key. I don’t want Zeltar out of that prison any more than you do. The real threat is your sister.”
“I don’t loik this, miss Osiris,” said Willow. “I’m gonna get her.”
“Stay calm, Willow, the time isn’t yet right,” said Osiris. “My sister is a powerful force, and she has the sword, but — “
“She has the Sword of Justice already?,” asked the Queen. “Well then there’s no time to lose. You’re either coming with me right now, or I’m banning you from my Kingdom.”
“Aha!,” shouted the Wizard at the side of the room. He shook his wand at one of the chairs. It turned into a cat and ran away. “Blast!”
“I’ve ‘ad enough of this mystery!,” shouted Willow. She pulled forth her sword, which she was still untrained with. “I’ve lost a lot of friends today, and I’ll not have you threatening the ones I’ve still got left!” Willow jumped into the air.
The Queen held up a hand and Willow froze in the air above her. “Your elf is a feisty one, she’ll be useful in the coming days.”
“She’s not my Elf, she’s her own person. She can do what she wills,” said Osiris.
“Hmph,” said The Queen. “Trusting elves, hanging out with my foolish Wizard…I expected more from you, after the tales.”
“And I expected more from you. In the old days, the sorceresses did not hide behind vales of silliness and whimsy.”
“Whimseria was an easy target,” said The Queen. “I ascended to the throne without issue.”
The Wizard came bounding back over, and noticed Willow hovering frozen in the air. “Egad! I didn’t know the elf could fly as well! Most impressive!”
“She cannot fly, Wizard, she is under a spell,” said Osiris. “My goodness man, I’m going to have to spend a lot of time on you I can’t afford to give.”
“I apologize my Queen,” said the Wizard undeterred by Osiris and her negativity, “but I think that one of your chairs ran away.”
“Wizard,” said the Queen. “I’ve received some most troubling news from your friend here.”
“As have I!,” said the Wizard. “I had no idea the elf could fly until — “
“No, you dolt!,” shouted the Queen. “Osiris tells me that her sister has the Sword of Justice. We must act quickly if we are to stop her.” She looked up at Willow. “We’re going to need everyone of power we can get. Okay?” She snapped her fingers and Willow floated to the floor. “I am not your enemy. At least, not right now.”
“My plan was to join forces with Zeltar,” said Osiris, “however Wretched he may be.”
The Queen shook her head. “We won’t need him now that you’ve got me. We’ll need to get your friends back too, before they keep trying to find the keys.”
Willow’s eyes widened. She put her sword away. “Osiris was right? Elena is still alive?”
“How could you know that, my Queen?,” asked the Wizard.
“Finally!,” shouted the Queen. She walked over and grabbed the Wizard’s face between her hands. “Dear dear Wizard, that’s the first sensible question you’ve asked all day. Hell, I think it’s the first sensible thing I’ve ever heard you say!” She turned to Osiris. “If you think he’s insufferable now, you should have seen him before the spell and the stick. He kept pounding on the door, asking — “
“With all due respect,” said Osiris. “You just said we needed to hurry, threatened me, then failed to answer the Wizard’s question.”
The Queen bowed. “To put it simply: I have an Orb of Seeing.”
An Orb of Seeing?
“No good?,” asked Melanie.
“I like it!,” said Lisa. “It sounds powerful!”
I’m just trying to decide if the ancient sorceress would have or need something like that.
“Sorry, I was just improvising,” said Melanie. “We can go back if you want. It’s just that, stories like this always have an orb or something. You already had a sword, some keys, and a floating head, so I figured why not an orb?”
No it’s good thinking. I’m not actually that familiar with some of the tropes of the fantasy genre.
“What? Seriously?,” asked Melanie. “You’re not familiar with fantasy tropes? And yet you’re writing a fantasy story?”
I was writing a fantasy story in college and now I’m trying to make it into something good.
“Did you at least know about fantasy stuff in college?,” asked Melanie.
I picked it because it wasn’t sci-fi and I wanted to do genre fiction.
“I pull out my sword again and I knock the Wizard’s hat off with it!,” shouted Lisa. “Then I start flying, and I chase down the cat that ran away. Then the cat and I become friends and we are the stars. And that turtle isn’t there!”
I think we’re done for today friends. Who wants to go get a donut?
“Me!,” shouted Melanie and Lisa in unison, raising their hands. Melanie’s makeshift paper queen hat fell off her head. She giggled.