Part 2 Chapter 46
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AN; The story is officially completed, it's just taking me a while to fill in all the plot holes. Sometime after Oct 11, I plan to make the entire completed story available.
"Hells no! She can stay here and recover. If this ritual is as risky as you say, I want her at her best!" Henry said his voice rising in anger. "And I thought I made it clear that, when the time come, she is to come with me on my dragon!"
" I like Henry's idea about resting!" I chimed in.
"Relax," the man named Avza said to Henry, "I've been a doctor for our most active Necromancers for three hundred years. When she drinks this she'll she'll feel better within the hour."
Henry narrowed his electric blue eyes at him,"There is no cure for magical exhaustion, besides rest."Henry replied dryly.
"There wasn't a cure until I invented one ten years ago," Avza replied and gave Henry a crisp nodded.
I groaned in defeat. "Henry, if I have to go I have to go. Someone may just have to carry me..."
Just then I felt something touch me and I looked up to see that Arnold's clay doll was reaching for me, its glowing white eyes staring down at me. I let out a small yelp and moved away from the outstretched hands of the clay monster.
"What are you doing!?" I cried.
"I'm going to carry you. You heard the lady that looks like you.
We need to get you out of here and take you to the zombies so we can leave this boring world and go back to the cool magical one although.
.," he paused for a second, "this one is getting cooler.
Zombies are cool and so is a bunch of Necromancers.
I prefer dragons and man-eating-griffins though. "
"I think Henry can carry me so thank you but no thank you," I replied.
Henry said a string of sentences so low that I strained to hear it, but despite my effort, they were just too quiet for my ears to catch.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I said I dislocated my shoulder getting you off Nessie's back to come here and had to pop it back into place and now I can't carry anything heavy for a while. I need to rest it so if I have it to fight."
I raised my eyebrows at him, "Meaning something heavy like me?"
He held up his hands in surrender, "You said it not me."
"No you aren't heavy, he's just weak," Arnold interrupted, which made Henry grind his teeth together, "That means something else stronger has to carry you. So my clay soldier will do it."
The thought of Arnold's doll carrying me held zero appeal for me.
"Well if we absolutely have to go now, I think I can walk. I feel a bit better," I lied and sat up and my head spun again and my stomach threatened again to make its inner contents outer. I swallowed deeply, "See I'm fine."
Avza appeared once again around the couch and offered me a clear bottle that held the same green liquid that had been in the cup. Here drink some of what's in here and you really won't need anyone to carry you out."
I looked at the bottle full of the unappetizing looking liquid, and then thought about the even more unappetizing thought of Arnold's doll carrying me.
"Sounds good to me," I took it and raised it to the doctor and chugged it.
I winced when the liquid sliding down my throat began to burn.
I looked up and met the eyes of Avza whom was watching me carefully.
"It does wonders but it is hard on the throat. I suggest drinking it in small sips," he said and handed me a lid to the bottle.
"Okay." I accepted the lid and screwed it on. I don't know if I was imagining it or what but I suddenly felt way way better. "I feel better already... wow thanks!" I said and I gave him a smile.
"You're welcome!" Avza turned and walked away.
"How much better do you feel?" Henry asked after Avza was gone.
"How much better do you need me to feel?"
"Enough to hold onto Nessie's back?"
I weighed it in my mind for a second, "Yeah I think I feel okay enough to do that," I replied. "But I may or may not throw up."
Henry nodded, "Nessie is waiting outside. And I'm taking Violet on MY DRAGON. She will be safer in the air than on land," he said, glaring at Aylzzea.
Oh so it wasn't a mutual decision for me to ride on a dragon.
"Your husband seems to like to argue about trivial things," she said. "You would be just as safe with us, as you would be a hundred feet in the air."
"First off, he is not my husband. He is my fiancé. And I think he just likes to argue sometimes, but I'm going to trust what he thinks is safer."
"I want to go on the dragon too, that's the coolest way to travel," Arnold interjected.
"You will never touch my dragon," Henry said quickly.
Arnold stared at Henry and blinked slowly, "Fine, but before I go anywhere I like to know where I'm going first," Arnold spoke up abruptly, "Can anyone show me the location we are heading too, if not I refuse to create anything for any of you."
"Alyzzea produced for her sleeve, what I remembered being a phone and fiddled with it for a second before handing to him. "We are going about two hours away from here to that dot on the map," she held it up for Arnold. "All the member's of our group have the location too."
Arnold's clay doll abruptly snatched it from her and a smile crept onto his face.
"If I can't ride on a dragon, I'm going to go my own cool way," Arnold spoke up in his monotone voice, "I'm going to have my solider carry me there.
They are really fast." he said and abruptly the clay man with Arnold on his shoulder turned and walked out the door, before we could say anything to stop him.
Everyone was silent for a moment.
"I guess we have to have to hope he gets to where we are all going," I finally said and everyone remaining in the room shrugged.
"I'll have to see about getting a new phone too.
But in the meantime, the site is all prepared for us to perform the ritual to end things once and for all.
Once we get there, Violet I will instruct you on what to do.
Henry has assured me he will follow us from above," Alyzzea replied.
"I'll call my people and tell them the two of you are arriving by dragon, and it took me awhile to confirm with them that yes in fact dragons are real. "
"Good enough for me," I stood up from the couch and once standing I began to gather my things.
I picked up my jar and containing my spirts in one hand and my channeling spear, which was lying on the floor besides the purple couch, in the other.
I tucked the bottle of the green liquid under my armpit.
Henry began to walk down a hallway connected to the room and I followed him . We walked down it and I noted that it mimicked the hallway upstairs but it was way less spooky and had way less spirits in it.
There was a door at the end of this hallway and when we reached it Henry opened it, and I saw that it led outside.
The sky above was black with night and so was the square of grass in front of us.
Three sides of the yard were lined by a thick forest. The woods were so dark, but I could make out the movement of the ghosts moving in-between their branches.
In the middle of the grassy field Nessie was curled up in a ball and around her stood Arnold's clay dolls, five of them to be exact. Their eyes glowed brightly in the dark. Deception had been so afraid of these things, so I wondered how Nessie could be so chill around them.
Thinking about Deception made me long for him.
I really missed him and was anxious to see how he was.
We had to leave him buried under that rumble and I was eager to get all this over with, free my friend, and go home.
I had been without him for a day, but it was making me so anxious I couldn't even think about it for more than a minute.
The second that the clay men saw us, they began running towards the house at a speed that could only be rivaled by how fast a dragon. They disappeared in a second around the sides of the house with the sound of crunching grass. I had no doubt they were running to catch up with Arnold.
"After you passed out again Arnold insisted on putting his clay things out here to guard her. Because in his words, who wouldn't want to steal a real life dragon?"
At the sound of Henry's voice Nessie lifted her head and lazily blinked her cat-like yellow eyes at us, before standing up and arching her back. She gingerly crept across the grass towards Henry. He reached out his hand and scratched her nose. She let out a soft grunt of contentment.
"Hello Nessie," I said softly and smiled at the blue dragon whom shifted her eyes to look at me.
Henry held out the hand that he wasn't using to rub Nessie and without having to ask what he wanted, I handed him the jar.
He stopped scratching Nessie and I passed him the channeling spear.
He made his way over to Nessie's side and slipped both items it into the leather pack tied to the side of Nessie's saddle.
Once that was done we both climbed on onto Nessie's back, with me behind Henry or course, and took off into the black sky and towards the last bit of danger we would be facing for a long time, hopefully.