To Fly On Mystic Wings

To Fly On Mystic Wings

A Short Story

Part 1

“On This Fallow Earth”

Dark have been the days of late.

Tainted by foul embers that spit from the never-ending fires of Brian “The Bloody Baker” Bradford’s Hellfire Hearth.

For five years, 9 months, 26 days and 7 hours The Bloody Baker’s admin slaves tirelessly disposed of old invoices that had piled up during his terrible reign. Confined to cramped cells they scanned, filed, shredded and burned an endless supply of paperwork from dusk till dawn. It was from these fires that the day-night came. Smoke so thick that it stole the sun from our sky, damning us to night eternal.

And with the light so too was hope extinguished.

However there was one that held hope tightly in hand.

Shellien “The Sanguine Sage” Butts had been one of the Bloody Bakers admin slave for months now and had tirelessly accomplished her endless work. However all the while whilst working she plotted her escape.

As a girl she would spend her summers in The Graceful Grove, a place of untold beauty were only the pure could dwell. It is there that she met her means of future escape. While drinking from the stream she laid her eyes upon the rare and magical winged unicorn Glam’Derlang, slayer of the lifeless. Their friendship grew and he taught her the melody to summon him, sing this melody and he would be there in an instant with help. However it will only work once so she would have to choose her need wisely.

So now that she was confined to this hellish redundant nightmare she plotted her time of escape to the month of Lúnasa.

Her plans complete, she lay in wait in the darkness, ready to unease a divine reckoning upon the land.

Part 2

Shields Will Split and Spears Shall Shatter

A better opportunity could not have shown itself when Shellien was told that The Bloody Baker himself was coming to inspect her workflow.

Finally her chance to break his terrible curse that suffocated this once beautiful land and to take back her freedom.

She heard his footsteps before he came to the door. Powerful and deliberate he walked. A wolf walking amongst sheep he approached his prey.

What he didn’t know was that he was nearing a lioness in sheep’s clothing.

As soon as she saw his titanic figure enter her cell she let fly the melody that Glam’Derlang had taught her.

“Da na naa na na naaaa na na naaa, Da na naa na na naaaa na na naaa!”

Confusion entered the room and for a moment her heart sank as nothing had happened. But then out of the ether she heard it. Faint at first but steady did it grow until the walls of the Hellfire Hearth itself shook. Then with a powerful explosion the southern wall of her cell burst upon allowing the most beautiful double rainbow all the way that anyone had ever seen. On this rainbow rode Glam’Derlang proud and true, however Glam’Derlang was not alone. On Glam’Derlang’s back rode Detroit’s very own RoboCop. Oh Snap!

I must serve and protect...My right to own your face.

One look at this most badass of threats, Brian “The Bloody Baker” Bradford took flight and tried to escape. However one blast of RoboCop’s gummy drop blaster pistol hobbled the Baker and gave Shellien enough time to catch up with him. “Too long have I labored for your benefit without compensation and too long have to had no regard for the land. I will place you in the deepest part of the Hellfire Hearth with your only connection to the outside world a Gateway 2000 PC with only AOL installed. Oh and by the way…it’s dial up bitch.”

Bards still sing of the horrific scream that left the Bloody Bakers mouth.

Part 3

Of Peace And Reconciliation

Upon leaving the Hearth Shellien gazed skyward to see the first ray of light trickle weakly through the now dissipating smoke. A smile crept through her lips as she knew she had won.

It was during this time that The Dirty Panda “Keeper of the Seven Seals, Defender of Crystal Sword, Champion of Beautiful Women” rode forth on his mighty steed Ragnarok. He was the most awesome looking man she had ever seen. “I thank you for the removal of the Baker, he had imprisoned me in a cell of Diamond that not even I could break free of. For your services I give you this.”

It is there that The Dirty Panda handed her the Scepter of the nine winds. A relic that gave the wielder absolute control over the weather.

“I found it over there in the grass.”

And with a wink he rode off into the sunset.

It was right then and there that Shellien realized that she would never be as cool as That Dirty Panda.