“He weawwy heawed 'ou!”
“Nu, he was mewewy a Pwophet giben dah powah to. He saw fwuffy when ebewyone ewse had tuwned 'way… Samuew knows what he has to do.”
[The beggar Samuel returning to the homeless encampment he stayed in after being healed, him explaining what this Prophet had done and his imprisonment]
Entering the castle, I felt myself getting hit and punched multiple times. The guards seeming especially enraged after what that fool did, burning his hoove. We approach what I assume is the commander of the fortress inside a small ground tent and the guard holding me speaks, cutting straight to the point.
“Whewe am dah Mayow!”
The commander hearing this looked cautious for a moment, like he was hiding something bad. After a moment he speaks, his voice low.
“He am in dah hospitaw, a seizuwe eawwiah in dah day…”
The Commander continues, looking at me.
“Put him in dah ceww!”
What that I get taken inside, everyone silent as we go downstairs into the holding area. There as we walked down the narrow path, there were dozens upon dozens of cells. Some of them empty, while others had house people. A guard speaks, us nearing the end of the hall.
“Put him in dah foweignews ceww, execute him once dah Mayow has wecobewed.”
With that a door is unlocked and I’m thrown in a room, it quickly locked right after.
Most of the cell was dark dingy and silent, the only things of note being a bench and a bucket. After a few moments I speak, seeing if there were others.
“Hewwo!?”
Nothing… I needed to think of a way out of here, and quickly! I started to get on my knees and prepared myself to pray for a sigh, than just before the first word I heard hoofsteps. Something out of the darkness was approaching. I started walking back as I saw it open it’s bright cyan eyes, a figure walking towards me that… LOOKED LIKE ME! I was just about to scream when I was cut off by laughter coming from this fake me, it transforming. What I saw infront of me was insane, a bug like creature with skin as black as night and was generally in the shape of a fluffy. But beside that they wore multiple pieces of metal jewelry on their ears, them having a bad look. They speak, still laughing in a mocking voice.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE THERE’S STILL IDOT’S FALLING FOR THAT OLD TRICK! DAMN MAN HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK OR SOMETHING! HAH!”
I hear another voice, deeper and more serious. Coming from the shadows was a massive older looking earthie stallion, him having a blood red coat and a dark silver mane. And starting on his left check and going up to his hairline was a large deep marking.
“Wit! Muggy towd 'ou not to do that! Neawwy gabe dis mistah a heawt attack…”
So that was there names, Wit and Muggy. Muggy speaks.
“Am sowwy about dah buzzie fwiends behabiow, he just weawwy wikes tewwin… jokes. Name’s Muggy am fwom Madanak, am 'ou fwom Motow?”
I speak, still a bit spooked.
“Auwucuw am fwom Chicago, Windmah fawm. What am that thing!”
I pointed to Wit and he looked quite offended, speaking.
“Changeling dumbass, thought I was kidding when I said you were living under a rock!”
Changeling? Wait a minute, during the early years at the Monastery they mentioned something about one of Emily’s companions being called that, those memories are so fuzzy. Muggy speaks, trying to ease tension.
“Why am a Chicago citizen in hewe? Ahh who cawes, what am 'ou in fo? Muddy was a debt cowwectow, beat up someone a bit to badwy…”
Wit than speaks, giving one of the most slimy grins I had ever seen.
“And I? Well I’ll just say I kind of have an addiction to fucking with married women.”
How charming… I speak, both of them curious about what led me in here.
“Auwucuw nu did do any cwime, am dah Pwophet of Dah One an’ am on my way to dah High Tempwe.”
By the look on both of there faces I could tell they thought I was out of my mind, Muddy speaks sounding confused.
“‘Ou pwactice that Puffie wewigion, Muddy thought it was fo’ them onwy?”
I speak.
“Auwucuw was summoned to spwead dah wowd of Dah One. He awaits to spwead his pwomise acwoss dah eawff.”
I begin to hear lots of movement upstirs but pay no mind to it. Wit speaks.
“Summoned by The One?”
Wit proceeded to rather defensively describe Changeling society, and there “Grand Queen” Who by the way described sounded like a living idol. He ended this speech by saying.
“Your “The One” is no different than our Grand Queen Vivien, actually less real since she exists and can be seen!”
That was enough… Getting up I speak, the room suddenly emitting with pure golden light as I spoke.
“Wess weaw!? Whewe 'ou wess weaw befowe Auwucuw met 'ou, am dah peopwe’s of dah dis Eawff wess weaw, am those in dah past wess weaw!? Youw “god” wiww pass one day 'cos she am mowtaw wike ‘ou, onwy fwooh Dah One who am ebewwastin’ wiww etewnaw wife be achiebed!”
Both Muddy and Wit looked spooked at I spoke, both looking as though they were going to faint. I continued to hear sounds coming from the surface, and than coming from a tiny barred window I hear a faint voice.
“Keep seawchin’ fo’ him, hr has to be hewe somewhewe!”
I go and get on my hind legs and begin to look, the other 2 still in to much shock to do anything. I speak.
“Hewwo!?”
Instantly I saw what looked to be around 10 figures walk up to me, all of them looking rather frail and poor. I didn’t know who they were, or why they were here until I recognized the fluffy The One had healed, him speaking.
“C’mon fwee him quick!”
2 of them begin to pry off the handle bars, and the stallion speaks with complete sincerity.
“Oh gweat Pwophet, we aww wish to fowwow ‘ou an’ youw teachings.”
One bar is removed and he continues.
“Fwuffy’s name am Samuew, I am beggaw. Wiww 'ou?”
I speak giving a nod, the last bar is torn off.
“Aww of 'ou, of couwse. dah guawds?”
Samuel speaks quickly as I am hoisted up.
“Dewe am a wiot goin’ on in dah Castwe, dey think 'ou am a god! Samuew thinks we can sneak out stiww.”
We were all just about to leave when I looked back down at the cell, Muddy and Wit looking up at me. I speak, giving a short sigh.
“‘Ou hab dah choice. Stay hewe an’ continue to wibe youw wibes of biowence an’ temptation, ow come fowwow me an’ be wenewed. Auwucuw wiww weabe it at that.”
Muddy and Wit look at each other for a moment and than decide…
Me, Samuel, the others who came with him, and Muddy and Wit quickly exited. Running down the chaotic streets as we made it to the out of BabbaDook. Once there I speak, us still running.
"Auwucuw must find his wife Ebawyn, an’ hew bwothews Dabid an’ Sauw. Dey am wiff me as weww.
And quickly we did find them. They were all by a small river camping out, the second Evalyn saw me (Her still holding my Scythed) We ran and embraced, with her speaking.
“AURUCUL! I thought, with all the chaos in the city… Don’t worry I made sure nobody else touched the Scythe. Who are these people?”
I speak to giving a smile, Evalyn handing me back by Scythe.
“These am dah peopwe who hewped me get out, Dah One has bwessed theiw heawts an’ awwowed them to see! Dey am my fowwowews nao, fowwowews of Dah One.”
After that we all went to go have a much needed quick bath, Evalyn speaking as we washed.
“Also one more thing.”
“Yes?”
She speaks, giving a smile that was check to check.
“I am pregnant with your child.” Fin
Thank you for reading my story! I hope to have the next part done in a few day’s to a week, and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!