posted on Apr, 21 2016 @ 09:28 PM
Night was falling over the dark lands in Acassia.
Walking through its forest, in this forbidding section of the magical isle,
was an unusual collection of beings brought together on a mission.
It started months earlier when Aria the winged elf was bewitched by the Witch Queen.
She was cursed to live in the form of a ghost.
Her only hope to have the curse removed was to bring the witch an enchanted necklace containing rune stones of great power.
In her search for the necklace Aria had met the beautiful elf Night Star.
Her new elfin friend and her companions had set aside their personal quests to assist Aria in finding the necklace.
They had experienced many adventures together.
Recently information had arrived from their friend Martin on a description of the necklace.
To everyone’s surprise the necklace was there among them and in the possession of the troll called Troll.
Troll liked to collect jewels and shiny things and had somehow come across the necklace in his travels.
Now he willingly gave it to Aria.
Troll had come to Aria as the companion of the man known as Errollorre.
A tall strong man dressed like Robin Hood.
Or maybe an old Peter Pan.
As strange as his dress may of been his tale was stranger.
For he told Aria that they were to be wed.
That she was taken to the Witch Queen by Count Dricore on her wedding day.
That her memories were erased when she was changed into a ghost.
Yet another of this strange group was a barefoot man in a long fuzzy bathrobe with a colander on his head.
He held a wet mop as a staff as he walked along.
This was the wizard Carl.
Flying beside Night Star and constantly complaining about the whole quest was the pixie known as Pesky.
Walking ahead of the group was the young boy Garren, a white wolf known as Wolf,
and a strange goblin called Jojopo.
Boy and goblin led this party back through hidden paths to a secret entrance to the dungeon of the Witch Queen.
There was a loud crash and the sound of branches breaking.
“Sorry” said Troll, “I tripped on a log.”
“How are we going to sneak into the castle with all the racket coming from that beast?” Said Jojopo.
“You’ll be glad he’s around if we get into a fight.” Said Errollorre.
“We’re sure to get heard and attacked if he keeps making all that racket.” said the goblin.
Night Star stopped and looked at the group. “We’ve still have a long way to go.” said the elf. “I think we should camp here for the night. We
can start again at morning light and reach the witch's castle by dusk.”
No campfire was lit that night.
They did not want to alert anyone to their presence in the dark forest.
Weary from the long journey through the thick woods everyone fell fast asleep.
Everyone except Aria.
Aria had walked silently along for many miles.
Deep in her thoughts all day long, she finally decided what she had to do.
As everyone slept Aria in her ghostly form went close to the unconscious Night Star.
Aria could see the top of the enchanted necklace Night Star had put on for safe keeping.
The rune stones had been replaced with copies to fool the Witch Queen when Aria would give her the necklace.
It was a risky plan.
It held much danger.
Aria would not let it happen.
Reaching out, Aria touched the small part of the necklace that was exposed under the cloak that Night Star had wrapped around herself.
When Aria touched the necklace, it faded into a ghostly form.
Grasping the necklace now in ghostly form Aria placed it around her neck and moved quickly away from the camp.
“Going somewhere?” Asked a voice behind Aria.
Aria turned to see Errollorre standing there.
“I must go” said Aria. “I’ve endangered everyone for too long on my behalf.”
“You people going to keep me awake by talking all night?” said another voice.
Aria and Errollorre looked to see it was the wizard Carl.
“I thank all of you for your help” said Aria. “But the witch waits for me.
I can fly unstopped through the front door of her castle. There is no need to endanger anyone else.”
“Maybe witch give Troll his runny nose back.” said Troll.
“As you can see, “ said Errollorre, “you have a lot of friends who want to help you. But more than that, I will never leave you.
I know you don’t remember me, but I was to pledge that I would stay with you until death do us part.
In my heart I had already made that pledge.
So no matter how hard you try to go your own way, I will follow you.”
“We will stand by your side also.” said another voice.
It was Night Star, who stood alongside Garren, Jojopo and Pesky the pixie and Wolf the white wolf.
Before Aria could say anything a voice boomed out from the shadows.
“Greetings and peace.”
The startled group drew out their swords and weapons as stepping out from the shadows was a tall elf like being in a glowing golden robe.
“I mean you no harm. I am Garondile of the Faery kingdom. I come to you from Queen Leyka herself with an urgent message for the one known as Night
“I am Night Star.” said the beautiful elf.
“Queen Leyka has need of you.
The forces are assembled. Sir Gordi has agreed to lead the dragon assault upon the Witch Queen upon the mighty dragon, Sporky.
The Witch Queen knows of our impending attack. She builds her defences while preparing a counter attack.
Every moment of delay on our part gives her an upper hand to reign destruction and death upon innocent lives in Accasia. The Queen needs a battle
hardened and experienced general to lead the ground forces upon the Witch Queen’s stronghold. There is no one available in Acassia with more
knowledge of battle tactics than you, Night Star.
The Queen urges you to come at once without delay.
Acassia needs you.”
Night Star’s mind raced.
The Queen, indeed all of the magical island of Acassia were depending on her to lead a successful attack on the Witch Queen.
But what of her promise to help Aria?
How could she turn back from helping her when they had come so far and were so close?
Night Star turned to speak with Aria about the decision that was presented to her.
But when she looked, Night Star saw that Aria, Errollore, the wizard, and the troll, were gone.