Sorry about the wait. Severe case of writers block.
So, now we were, once again, walking down a dimly lit, chilly corridor. Well, Artemis was staggering, with me propped against him, and I was dragging myself, with his help.
“Haven’t come up against anything in a while.” I grunted after an hour of this.
“Except possible excruciating pain on your part and a case of major cramps on mine?” he replied.
I aimed a small shove at him which he only smirked at.
“Funny. Like to see how much you’ll be laughing when we find the minotaur and you haven’t got a sword.”
Just then, quite suddenly, a small heap of fur collided with Artemis’ legs, causing him to stumble which caused me to follow like a domino.
I winced as my leg hit the ground.
“GREAT!!!” I heard Artemis yell. “When is that cat ever going to give up?”
I grinned despite the pain I was in. Artemis got to his feet and helped me up. Calypso, who must have gathered that it was not a good time to jump onto my shoulder at that precise time, jumped up onto Artemis’ shoulder instead.
“Must you?” he grumbled.
Calypso mewed at him. The sound sounded surprisingly muffled. I then noticed that she had a sheet of withered paper clenched between her teeth.
“What’s this then?” I said, reaching over to take the paper. I glanced at it but then handed it to Artemis. “It’s in gnomish.”
He adjusted his position slightly so he could hold me up and read the papers at the same time. His eyes scanned to pages, brow furrowed in concentration. After about three minutes of reading it and rereading it, he finally said something.
“Ah” was that something.
“What? What is it?” I asked.
“The details to the magic behind the dimension jumping. Only...”
He sighed. “I can’t get home.”
My brow furrowed in disbelief.
“Why? What are you talking about?”
“THIS!!!” yelled, throwing the paper onto the floor with considerable force. The sudden movement caused me to gasp as my leg flared up again. “Sorry. It’s just...”
“Just what? I’ve been trying to get the answer for the past couple of minutes.”
“Yes? What about the Minotaur.”
“It turns out that it was the first thing Opal decided to transport. It says on the paper that the first thing to be taken from its world unwillingly automatically has the magic of the portholes bonded to it. The Opals wants us to kill it. If we do that every porthole will snap shut, leaving me stranded here forever.”
“But it will strand the Opals too. Why would they risk something like that?”
He gave me a withering glance.
“You don’t think they’d be able to take over this world, which happens to have ne LEP and no magic to stand against her?”
“Ok, point taken. So she wants us to kill it so we end up trapping you in the wrong world?”
I looked over at Calypso again. She was gesturing to the paper, which was still on the floor, with her head frantically.
I wondered then, how on Earth had she gotten this information? She couldn’t have snuck into Opal’s office (or where-ever she keeps her magic, secret stuff). Could she?
The cat was still gesturing at the paper.
I looked at it more closely.
“Artemis, did you read all of it?”
“Yes. At least three times over.”
“Even the back of it?”
He looked confused for a minute.
“What back?” he said, picking up the fallen sheet. “Oh, that back.” He read it curiously.
“Well?” I said, expectantly.
“That explains the cat’s sudden appearances.”
“What? What does?”
“’Those who wonder into the worlds they were not born into, disrupt the natural matter surrounding them. The fabric of their current universe breaks down around them and anyone but they themselves can travel through them.’” he read aloud.
“So Calypso has been using the windows in the fabric of reality that were caused by you being here to follow us around.”
“That does actually explain a lot.”
We stayed silent for a minute. I then asked the question we both dreaded.
“So what are we going to do if we can’t kill the Minotaur?”
He opened his mouth to answer but then my leg gave way and I fell backwards, sending Calypso howling onto the floor next to me. I then felt a solid brick wall slam into my back. I bit down on the cry of pain that threatened to escape my mouth and I looked round. Yes, the corridor had dead ended us from behind...again.
“Are you Ok?” exclaimed Artemis as he helped me to my feet. I just nodded, fearful of another gasp escaping me.
“What are we up against this time then?” I said through gritted teeth as I steadied myself. We both looked along the corridor. A low grunt resounded through the passageway toward us. Calypso hissed in alarm as a Large, bull’s head slipped out of the shadows ahead of us.
The Minotaur was on the move.
Hope you liked that (though it was short) I now know exactly how to and this story but I need ideas for the sequal. PLEASE PM ME. see your ideas on screen yay. anyway, definately posting soon.