Now…Me and Ollie have been in a lot of situations where creatures turn into humans or the vice versa. But never falcons. I mean, Ollie is an Oumaji, and I am a Vengir. Now, you may be thinking: “WAIT!! OUMAJI’S CAN’T DATE VENGIR’S!!!!” Well, Ollie was a princess in an Oumaji castle. Then, her city fell to the Vengir. When I first looked at her, she was soooooooo pretty. I was in jail, and she put her in the exact same cell I was. We broke out together, and broke the prisoners out of the city jail, and we ran out of there, LIL NAS X INDUSTRY BABY style. Then me and Ollie started dating because we had a lot in common, like killing people, having dead parents, and getting in trouble with the law. And then we formed The Reapers of the North.
But the falcons…they weren’t falcons…they were Flying deer. No…they were flying Khamelk. Not sure they exist? Me neither, until I saw this one.
Meanwhile, the camel farted below the Khamelk, which made me appreciate it even more. flying fire breathing death snakes, cobra goddesses, magic camels, flying Khamelk…what’s next?
When the flying Khamelk came down to rip of Exilgeluss’s face, which he was now standing because the camel melted, he vanished. When the Khamelk came down, they morphed into two Yaddak human teens, my buddy Jalim, and his sister who I assume to be Sierra. They looked nothing alike. Jalim’s complexion is coppery, with a brown shirt and white pants. Sierra, on the other hand, is fair skinned, with a green shirt with a brown coat, and combat boots with leather pants. I’m not going to comment of their lack of appearance.
“You came!” Ollie said, and her and Salim exchanged hugs. Jalim and I looked at each other. “Hey man,” I said, “I’m not going to hug you.” “That’s ok,” Jalim said. “The storm was messing up our locator magic.” I nodded, like I knew what locator magic was. “Me and Ollie thought that Polytopian and Earthian magic going on here back when we defeated the Xin-Kai spirit,” Sierra said. Gee, I would have never known. “So, about your friend Exilgeluss…He’s kind of a dirt wipe.” “Yeah,” I responded. “He summoned a cobra goddess and stole her magical red hat.” ‘Oh dear,” Jalim said. “The deshret has been taken, and the nuklet is next.” “Also, he stole my sword,” I complained. “I want it back.” The three of them looked at me. “What? I like my sword! Also, why is Exilgeluss summoning a dishrag?”
Jalim frowned at me, then pronounced it. “A deshret is the lower crown of Polytopia. The nuklet is the lower crown. Put them together, you get the Crown of Life. But Exilgeluss is making a special Crown of Life, the Earth Crown of Life. Exilgeluss was an Earthman named Jason. Earth is another world. Jason got sent here through magical means. We needed Jason to defeat a god, but then, he stole the Book of Hirkthr and became Exilgeluss. We thought he ran here, and-“
“Hold on,” I said. “So, you mean that this guy Jason stole an all-magical powerful cheat sheet and became a god. Right?” “Mostly,” Jalim said. He then pulled out his sword and wand. “Anyways…Tell us everything that happened. Details, all of them.”
We told them about our fight with Exilgeluss, although calling it a fight would be generous. Ollie has a good memory, so she did most of the talking. While we were explaining, Sierra was muttering some sort of spell, and then she bent the rain around us like an invisible umbrella. Neat.
“So,” Jalim said. “When Jason, I mean Exilgeluss, stole the Book of Hirkthr, he headed towards somewhere. He headed south, up.” “Hold on,’ I said, “Isn’t up usually north?” “Please, that would be too easy,” Sierra said. “In Ancient Polytopian, up is south and down is north, not the opposite.” “Ahhh…I see,” I said. “So how far is he going south? The Gate of Jaleesa? Hirkthr?” “No no no no, I don’t think he’ll go that far south,” Jalim said. “Our headquarters are in Arbergekhkol, and I’m guessing Cthgorimrot is Reaper of the North central?” “Yeah...Mount Hirkthr hovers over the palace.” “Mount Hirkthr-“ Sierra blinked. “-hovers over your… Oh forget it, why not?”
“Anyways… What do you think is up south?” Jalim said. “I think there’s a picnic area,” Ollie said. “Lovely,” Sierra said, as she raised her staff. “Anyone fancy a picnic?”
“Exilgeluss is dangerous,” Ollie said. “We can’t just go charging in.” “Ollie’s right,” Jalim said. “We need a plan.” Hearing the word plan makes me cringe. “I kind of like charging in,” I said. “Speed is of the essence, right?” “thank you,” Sierra mummered. “But being smart is also of the essence,” Ollie said. Sierra rolled her eyes to me. “Just as I feared. These two together… they’ll over think us to death.”
I felt the same way, but Ollie was getting that annoyed stormy look in her eyes, and since I dated Ollie, we better suggest a compromise.
“How bout we plan while we walk? We can charge south, like, really slowly.” “Deal,” Jalim said, as we walked south.