Chapter Ten: An Impossibly Possible Mission
Inside the Wizard’s castle it was quite dark, the hall only lit by tiny electric candles. There were very tall windows, but they were draped with heavy black curtains to block out even the tiniest light from outside the building.
“How are we going to find the wizard from here?” whispered Pomme.
“I have no clue, but we’ll find him. It couldn’t possibly be…” started Sarai.
“You know, every time you say it couldn’t possibly be that hard it turns out to be, so just be quiet.” Exclaimed Pomme.
“Sh!” complained the group.
They skipped down the hallway, trying to find a way to the wizard. At one point they stopped at the end of another excruciatingly long hallway, waiting a moment to figure everything out.
“So, what do you think you’re doing here?” asked a voice behind them. Upon hearing this voice they all jumped and turned around to discover a tall man with glasses, dressed like a guard, directly behind them.
“What are you doing here?” repeated the man.
“Um, we are here to help the Wizard.” said Pomme.
“With what? I wasn’t notified of any assistance being needed.” Replied the man.
“We are his hairstylists.” Sarai piped up.
“His hairstylists? This late? Why?”
“Well, have you seen his hair recently?” scoffed Pomme.
“What are your names?” asked the Man, trying to look very stern, but clearly getting bored.
“I’m Pomegranate, this is Sarai, Miyavi, Gackt and Yo.”
“Pomegranate? Your name is Pomegranate?” the man stifled a guffaw.
“Yes it is. You have a problem with that?”
“Nope, just laughing at your name meaning Cursed Evil Fruit. Follow me.” With a quick turn the man began to escort the group down a nearby hallway.
“What’s your name? If you don’t mind my asking?” said Sarai, catching up with the man.
“Trent.”
“Do you like working for the wizard, Trent?” asked Gackt.
“Not really. I mean I spend my entire time trying to figure out who is a guy and who is a girl that I just continuously feel like I’m getting penis wagged in my face.”
Sarai and Pomme stifled a giggle, both of them turning bright red.
“Did he just say what I think he just said?” whispered Pomme, pulling Sarai back behind the group of men.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he did.” Giggled Sarai.
After a short while, Trent led the group into the receiving room of the castle. Directing them toward some seats he quietly exited and was gone for about ten minutes before returning for the group.
“He says he will see you, though he doesn’t recall sending for you guys.” At this Trent shrugged and led the group into the throne room where he then promptly left closing the large and ornate doors loudly behind him.
“So,” a loud voice boomed. “You are not my real hairstylists. Why have you come here?”
“If it please your wizardness,” began Pomme “We were told to come to here by hide, the good witch or fairy or whatever he is of the North. At least I think it was the North.”
“Ah, so hide sent you, did he. Where is your proof?” asked the voice.
“Well, they are on my feet. Unfortunately. Do you know how much of a pain it is to try and run from flying platypi in nine inch electric blue heels?” replied Pomme.
“No, but I can imagine it would be rather hard.” Said the voice. “So you have the shoes of the Wicked Bitch of the East. Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s about it.” Said Sarai.
“What is it that you want exactly?” asked the voice.
“We want to go home,” said Pomme, pointing at herself and Sarai. “I don’t know what they want, I think they just came along for the cute factor.”
“Hmm, interesting. Well, for you to get home you need to complete a task for me.”
“What might that be?” asked Sarai, worry creeping up her spine.
“Oh nothing too big. I just need the Wicked Bitch of the West’s ‘Meat is Murder’ button.” Replied the voice.
“But to get that we would have to coming in touching distance of her!” cried an outraged Gackt. “And who in their right mind wants to do that?!”
“SILENCE!” commanded the voice, booming so loud that the room shook, knocking Pomme off her heels and onto her ass.
“You must bring me the button or else you go directly to the police. Do it and I will help you get home.” Then the voice faded and refused to answer any other questions.
“Well shit.” Said Sarai, helping Pomme back up to her feet. “What do we do now?”
“I guess we go to find the Bitch’s castle and get that button. Or else you guys will be stuck here.” Said Yoshiki, fiddling with his tail. “Truth be told guys I don’t want you to go. We could just find a nice abandoned cottage somewhere and live happily ever after. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“I’d be up for it, but who would feed Shakespeare?” said Sarai.
“Shakespeare?” asked Gackt, Yo and Miyavi in unison.
“Her creepy snake.” Replied Pomme.
“He is NOT creepy. He is a magnificent albino king cobra that I got while visiting a cousin of mine in India.” Said Sarai, getting slightly huffy.
“Your parents let you have a COBRA?!” exclaimed Yo.
“Well, no. I don’t have any parents. And besides, I’m an adult, I can take care of myself thank you. I’ve never been bitten.” Replied Sarai.
“Okay, for your own safety I’m afraid we’ll have to either keep you here or go back with you.” Said Gackt.
“Okay, enough of this chit-chat. We have to get to the Wicked Bitch’s castle and we don’t even know where it is!” said Miyavi.
“Not only that, but I’m starving and exhausted!” said Pomme. “We haven’t slept almost since we got here, except for passing out and being trapped in the Pink Room at the Welcome center!”
“I agree with Pomme. We need to find a place to sleep and get some food.” Said Yo, being the adult of the group.
“I think I can help you with that!” said a voice. They turned around and found Trent standing by the ornate doors. “I can actually help you find the Bitch’s castle too. I have a map. I’ll give you guys some food and a place to sleep tonight if you will do me a favor.”
“What’s the favor?” asked Pomme with trepidation.
“I need someone to help me with feeding the animals around here before we all go to bed.”
“Oh well that shouldn’t be…” started Sarai.
“Don’t even THINK about finishing that sentence, Sarai.” Interrupted the rest of the group.
“How many animals are there?” asked Gackt.
“Only five. One man-eating rabbit, one lesbian tiger, one de-winged flying platypi, a fire-breathing cow and a unicorn.”
“I’m not even going to ask how you got these animals.” Said Pomme.
“Can I have the tiger?!” quipped Sarai.
“Hell No!” exclaimed Yo and with that they followed Trent to the animal houses.
Inside the Wizard’s castle it was quite dark, the hall only lit by tiny electric candles. There were very tall windows, but they were draped with heavy black curtains to block out even the tiniest light from outside the building.
“How are we going to find the wizard from here?” whispered Pomme.
“I have no clue, but we’ll find him. It couldn’t possibly be…” started Sarai.
“You know, every time you say it couldn’t possibly be that hard it turns out to be, so just be quiet.” Exclaimed Pomme.
“Sh!” complained the group.
They skipped down the hallway, trying to find a way to the wizard. At one point they stopped at the end of another excruciatingly long hallway, waiting a moment to figure everything out.
“So, what do you think you’re doing here?” asked a voice behind them. Upon hearing this voice they all jumped and turned around to discover a tall man with glasses, dressed like a guard, directly behind them.
“What are you doing here?” repeated the man.
“Um, we are here to help the Wizard.” said Pomme.
“With what? I wasn’t notified of any assistance being needed.” Replied the man.
“We are his hairstylists.” Sarai piped up.
“His hairstylists? This late? Why?”
“Well, have you seen his hair recently?” scoffed Pomme.
“What are your names?” asked the Man, trying to look very stern, but clearly getting bored.
“I’m Pomegranate, this is Sarai, Miyavi, Gackt and Yo.”
“Pomegranate? Your name is Pomegranate?” the man stifled a guffaw.
“Yes it is. You have a problem with that?”
“Nope, just laughing at your name meaning Cursed Evil Fruit. Follow me.” With a quick turn the man began to escort the group down a nearby hallway.
“What’s your name? If you don’t mind my asking?” said Sarai, catching up with the man.
“Trent.”
“Do you like working for the wizard, Trent?” asked Gackt.
“Not really. I mean I spend my entire time trying to figure out who is a guy and who is a girl that I just continuously feel like I’m getting penis wagged in my face.”
Sarai and Pomme stifled a giggle, both of them turning bright red.
“Did he just say what I think he just said?” whispered Pomme, pulling Sarai back behind the group of men.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he did.” Giggled Sarai.
After a short while, Trent led the group into the receiving room of the castle. Directing them toward some seats he quietly exited and was gone for about ten minutes before returning for the group.
“He says he will see you, though he doesn’t recall sending for you guys.” At this Trent shrugged and led the group into the throne room where he then promptly left closing the large and ornate doors loudly behind him.
“So,” a loud voice boomed. “You are not my real hairstylists. Why have you come here?”
“If it please your wizardness,” began Pomme “We were told to come to here by hide, the good witch or fairy or whatever he is of the North. At least I think it was the North.”
“Ah, so hide sent you, did he. Where is your proof?” asked the voice.
“Well, they are on my feet. Unfortunately. Do you know how much of a pain it is to try and run from flying platypi in nine inch electric blue heels?” replied Pomme.
“No, but I can imagine it would be rather hard.” Said the voice. “So you have the shoes of the Wicked Bitch of the East. Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s about it.” Said Sarai.
“What is it that you want exactly?” asked the voice.
“We want to go home,” said Pomme, pointing at herself and Sarai. “I don’t know what they want, I think they just came along for the cute factor.”
“Hmm, interesting. Well, for you to get home you need to complete a task for me.”
“What might that be?” asked Sarai, worry creeping up her spine.
“Oh nothing too big. I just need the Wicked Bitch of the West’s ‘Meat is Murder’ button.” Replied the voice.
“But to get that we would have to coming in touching distance of her!” cried an outraged Gackt. “And who in their right mind wants to do that?!”
“SILENCE!” commanded the voice, booming so loud that the room shook, knocking Pomme off her heels and onto her ass.
“You must bring me the button or else you go directly to the police. Do it and I will help you get home.” Then the voice faded and refused to answer any other questions.
“Well shit.” Said Sarai, helping Pomme back up to her feet. “What do we do now?”
“I guess we go to find the Bitch’s castle and get that button. Or else you guys will be stuck here.” Said Yoshiki, fiddling with his tail. “Truth be told guys I don’t want you to go. We could just find a nice abandoned cottage somewhere and live happily ever after. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“I’d be up for it, but who would feed Shakespeare?” said Sarai.
“Shakespeare?” asked Gackt, Yo and Miyavi in unison.
“Her creepy snake.” Replied Pomme.
“He is NOT creepy. He is a magnificent albino king cobra that I got while visiting a cousin of mine in India.” Said Sarai, getting slightly huffy.
“Your parents let you have a COBRA?!” exclaimed Yo.
“Well, no. I don’t have any parents. And besides, I’m an adult, I can take care of myself thank you. I’ve never been bitten.” Replied Sarai.
“Okay, for your own safety I’m afraid we’ll have to either keep you here or go back with you.” Said Gackt.
“Okay, enough of this chit-chat. We have to get to the Wicked Bitch’s castle and we don’t even know where it is!” said Miyavi.
“Not only that, but I’m starving and exhausted!” said Pomme. “We haven’t slept almost since we got here, except for passing out and being trapped in the Pink Room at the Welcome center!”
“I agree with Pomme. We need to find a place to sleep and get some food.” Said Yo, being the adult of the group.
“I think I can help you with that!” said a voice. They turned around and found Trent standing by the ornate doors. “I can actually help you find the Bitch’s castle too. I have a map. I’ll give you guys some food and a place to sleep tonight if you will do me a favor.”
“What’s the favor?” asked Pomme with trepidation.
“I need someone to help me with feeding the animals around here before we all go to bed.”
“Oh well that shouldn’t be…” started Sarai.
“Don’t even THINK about finishing that sentence, Sarai.” Interrupted the rest of the group.
“How many animals are there?” asked Gackt.
“Only five. One man-eating rabbit, one lesbian tiger, one de-winged flying platypi, a fire-breathing cow and a unicorn.”
“I’m not even going to ask how you got these animals.” Said Pomme.
“Can I have the tiger?!” quipped Sarai.
“Hell No!” exclaimed Yo and with that they followed Trent to the animal houses.
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