Chapter 1: Riddle
There once was a man who fell in love with a demon. At the time, humans were treated like slaves by the demons. Everyone thought this was the prettiest one in the world. Several men and demons asked for her hand.
To pick the perfect husband, the demon came up with an idea. She would give each suitor three riddles. The first to answer all three would become her husband. The losers would be executed. The man decided to take the test.
“Are you sure about this?” asked a council member. “If you answer even one wrong you will be beheaded.”
“She is worth it,” the man said.
“Very well,” the council member said. “You may begin.”
“I can be hot and cold at the same time. What am I?” the demon asked.
The man paused. “The Earth!”
“Explain!” the demon commanded.
“It is hot here while on the other side of the Earth is cold,” the man said.
“He's correct,” the demon said.
“He only got one right. Kill him!” the crowd yelled.
“Next riddle,” the demon said. “I'm only out when it is light. Darkness hides me. I am not an animal or a creature. What am I?”
The man thought for a minute. “A shadow.”
“That's correct,” the demon said.
“Kill the human!” the crowd yelled.
“Last one,” the demon said. “I am both beautiful and ugly at the same time. What am I?”
The man stood frozen. Then he whispered, “Love.”
.”What?” the crowd asked.
“Love is beautiful,” the man said. “It becomes ugly when jealousy is involved. But love is still beautiful.”
“That can't be right,” the crowd yelled.
“Princess?” the council member asked.
The demon smiled. “He is correct.”
Chapter 2: The Woman and the Apple Tree
At this, the crowd started a riot. They jumped on the stage and started beating the man. The princess cried out in fear and ran to her castle. She left the man to be beaten to death by the other demons. The council member told the princess what had happened. She was so shocked that she decided to leave the country.
She started out with only one horse, some food, and some water. No one came with her. It was so hot that she kept drinking her water every five minutes. She had forgotten to bring enough to last her at least a week. She ran out of water about half way through the desert. It had only been three days.
She began to cry out in pain when she saw a huge apple tree. There she drank form the surrounding lake and ate an apple from the tree. All of a sudden, a god appeared. As soon as he did, she remembered the story of Adam and Eve. She never believed the story until she was the one who ate the apple.
“Who are you?” she cried.
“I am called many things,” the god said. “Some call me Satan. Others call me Hades. But I prefer to be called Lucifer. I am the King of the Underworld.”
“Am I going to be killed?” the princess asked.
“Like the man you left behind?” Lucifer said.
“How do you know about that?” the princess asked.
“I'm the King of the Underworld of course I'd know,” Lucifer said. “What you did was just plain cold. But that is not the problem here. You ate an apple off of this apple tree.”
“Yes, I did,” the princess said. “I also drank from the lake. I was hungry and thirsty. What else could I do?”
“This tree is sacred,” Lucifer said. “No one is allowed to eat from it without permission.”
“How was I suppose to know?” the princess complained. “I'm sorry. I'll repay you.”
“It's not me you must repay,” Lucifer said.
“Then who?” the princess asked.
“Me,” a woman said from behind the tree. “I am the human who planted this tree. Because I planted it here, at a sacred place, I can never leave the tree. For every apple taken from my tree, I lose a year of my life.”
“I'm sorry,” the princess said. “If I had known, I never would have eaten the apple. Please forgive me.” She bowed.
“I will, if you pass the test,” the woman said.
“What test?” the princess asked.
“The one I failed,” the woman said. “I you fail, you will forever be stuck here in my place.”
“Ok,” the princess said. “What's the test?”
“I will ask you some questions,” the woman said. “But first you must promise that everything you say is a promise that can't be broken.”
“Ok,” the princess said. “I always keep my promises.” The woman smiled and looked at Lucifer. He nodded and the questioning began.
“What is the King of the Underworld's name?” the woman asked. “The name he wishes to be called.”
“That's easy,” the princess said. “His name is Lucifer.”
“What's my name?” the woman asked.
“You never told me,” the princess said.
“Oh, that's right,” the woman said. “I forgot my name anyways. Did you eat an apple from my tree?”
“Yes,” the princess said.
“Is Lucifer also called Satan and Hades?”
“Is he the King of the Underworld?”
“Did you abandon your country?”
“Did the man answer all the riddles correct?”
“Yes. What's the point of these yes or no questions?'
“It's the test. Do you understand English?”
“Yes, I'm speaking it aren't I?”
“You also drank from this lake?”
“Yes. I'm done answering these questions.”
“One last question. You are going to take my position at this tree?”
“Yes.” The woman laughed. “Wait, no! I have to go.”
“A promise is a promise,” the woman said. “Lucifer, our contract has been fulfilled. She is now the one who must trade places with another.”
“Indeed,” Lucifer said. “I agreed to let you go if you found someone to replace you.” He took out a parchment. It set aflame and turned into ashes. “You may leave. Now you,” he turned to the princess. “You will have the same contract.”
“I can't believe I fell for that trick,” the princess said.
“That's what you get for not being careful,” the woman laughed. “I was tricked myself. But now I'm free.”
“May you never fall for a trick again,” the princess said sarcastically.
“I won't,” the woman said leaving the princess with Lucifer and headed out towards River Ville.
Chapter 3: The Apothecary
The woman reached River Ville three days later. She was extremely happy to be free from Lucifer's contract. She was so happy that she wasn't paying attention to the way she was walking. She tripped over a tree branch and landed in a pit full of snakes. In the attempt to escape from the snakes, one bit her. She cried out in pain.
“Are you ok?” a man asked.
“A snake bit me,” the woman said.
“I'm an apothecary,” the man said. “Call me Ben. Take this.” He handed the woman a potion. “It cures all kinds of snake bites.”
“Thank you,” the woman said. “My name is Sarah. I'm looking for a place to stay the night.”
'You can stay at my sister's place,” Ben said. They walked over to a small house. The sister took Sarah in without a second thought.
“So where are you from,” Ben asked.
“I can't remember,” Sarah lied. “I can't remember anything before three days ago.”
“So you have amnesia,” Ben's sister said. “Is there a potion for that?”
“No,” Ben said. “I'm afraid not. The best way to cure yourself of amnesia is to hypnotize yourself. But sometimes the past is better off forgotten.”
“I don't care about getting my memories back,” Sarah said. “I was hoping to live here in peace. I just need to find a job.”
“Why not work here,” Ben's sister said. “I need some help around here. I can't pay you, but you can stay here and eat here for as long as you are here in town.”
“Thank you,” Sarah said. “Now I'm glad a snake bit me.”
“Not again,” Ben said when the phone rang. “Another snake bite,” he said putting down the receiver. “I'll be back.”
Sarah was shown to her room. Later that night, he went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. She sat there until Ben returned. He was mumbling to himself. She remained silent.
“Someone needs to kill those snakes,” Ben muttered. “They are causing to many problems. I know I need at least one to make the poison, but still, innocent people are getting hurt.” The phone rang again. “That's probably them.” He picked up the receiver. Sarah listened in. “I can't do it anymore. I won't kill that girl. If you hurt my sister, I'll kill you. Dammit!” He slammed the receiver. “I can't kill a little girl. She didn't do anything.”
“Give them a fake poison,” Sarah said.
“You were listening?” Ben said. “They'll know if she doesn't die.”
“Make a potion that will give her a temporary death,” Sarah said. “You can tell her closest allies who hired you and the problem will be solved. This way your sister won't get hurt.
“I will,” Ben said. He began making the potion. It took a few tries until it worked. He also made a real poison that looked the same as the fake just in case. “All done,” he said to Sarah. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” she said. “Good luck.”
“Protect my sister for me,” Ben said leaving the house.
“I will,” Sarah said locking the door.
Ben went to the castle. There he met with the men who wanted the princess dead. They took both potions.
“We should try it out first,” the leader of the group said. “Bring him over.” A younger man was brought over.
“Let me go,” the boy pleated. “Please!”
“Shut up,” the leader said. He shoved one of the potions down the man's throat. It killed him instantly. “Well, it seems you have followed your instructions,” the leader said. “Your sister is safe.”
The leader left first. Everyone else followed. Ben gave a sigh of relief. He headed straight towards the king's throne room.
Chapter 4: The Story Teller's Story: The Boy Who Always Smiled
Ben met the king and told him of the group's plans. The king, not believing Ben, sent him to the dungeon. There was someone else in the dungeon. It was an old man who looked ready to die.
“What are you in for?” the old man asked.
“I told the king of a secret plot to kill his daughter,” Ben answered. “He didn't believe me because the plotters were his closest men.”
“I see,” the old man said. “The king is very trusting. Sometimes too trusting.”
“What are you in here for?” Ben asked.
“I'm a storyteller,” the old man said. “I told the king a story he didn't like.”
“What was the story about,” Ben asked.
“Can tell you the story?” the old man asked.
“Yes,” Ben said.
“In 1726 a boy was born to the leader of Waterten Village. He was a troublemaker. Even when he was being beaten, he never cried. The boy always smiled and never said a word.
“Tragedy came in three after the boy became of age. His mother and younger brother burned to death in an accidental fire. Four months after this incident, the father was found dead in the forest. It looked like he was attacked by wolves. At both funerals, the boy smiled and said nothing.
“The villagers were unhappy with the boy becoming the new leader. They blamed him for all their bad luck. He was locked away in the village jail cell. The plaque soon reached the village. At least fifteen villagers died everyday while the boy was extremely healthy.
“Some angry men took the boy out of the jail cell and started whipping him. He never cried out in pain. Every day they’d beat him until his shirt was stained with blood. The women stood in fear watching as the boy smiled.
“One day, enemy soldiers attacked Waterten Village. The men took shovels, knives, and any other weapon they could find to protect the village. A girl saw defeat coming to her people. She went to the boy and asked for his help. The boy smiled as he killed the soldiers.
“Everyone knew that the boy had gone insane. He smiled as he hacked away at the enemy. The remaining soldiers fled in fear. The boy was restrained and locked away once more. The girl was found dead at the river.
“Two days later, the villagers prepared for the boy's execution. He was dragged out blindfolded with rope over his body. He was forced down on his knees.
'Any last words,' a man said.
The boy's smile grew bigger. 'Finally!' he said as the ax came down.”
“What's the rest of the story?” Ben asked.
“I was brought here before the king could hear the ending,” the old man said.
“So how does the story end?” Ben asked.
“The boy's head was offered to the enemy,” the old man said. “The enemy promised to not attack us again, but they annihilated Waterten Village about a month later. Not many of the villagers are still alive.”
“But you are,” Ben said.
“Yes, I am. I was the one who brought down the ax. Sometimes I wonder why the boy always smiled.”
“It was probably his way of hiding his pain. In the end, he was happy to die. He thought he finally found peace.”
“You are pretty smart, Boy.”
“I like to read.”
“You there,” a man said coming to the dungeon cell. “Both of you come with me. The king wishes to see you.”
Chapter 5: The Blind Savior
Ben and the old man were brought to the throne room. The king paced back and forth in front of his throne. When he saw Ben, his face lit up.
“You were right,” the king said. “Please forgive me.”
“Is your daughter alright?” Ben asked.
“My daughter is perfectly fine,” the king said. “The girl who received the potion was our savior.”
“Your savior?” the old man asked. “Do you mean that little blind girl?”
“She is going to be sent to the prince of Graygon,” the king said.
“You're going to send a little girl to Graygon?” the old man yelled. “Are you insane? They'll kill her.”
“It is necessary in order to keep the peace,” the king said.
“But she's blind,” the old man yelled. “She won't be able to protect herself. How can you send such a young, defenseless girl to Graygon?”
“Silence!” the king shouted. “If you say one more word, you'll be executed right now.”
“Father!” a woman yelled coming into the room. “There is no need for violence.” A little girl stood behind her.
“That man needs to learn his place,” the king said.
“That doesn't mean that you can...” the princess began.
“Why did you bring us here,” Ben said interrupting the princess.
“I want you to make a poison,” the king said. “One with immediate effects.”
“What for?” Ben asked.
“To kill the king and prince of Graygon,” the king said. “We have to get rid of them.”
“Can't we just sign a peace treaty with them?” the princess asked.
“Do you want a repeat of what happened to Waterten Village?” the king said. “Surely you know what I mean, don't you storyteller?”
“Yes,” the storyteller said. “After all, I was there.”
“Good,” the king said. “You'll make it right?”
“I have to decline,” Ben said. “I'm an apothecary not a murderer.”
“But you made that potion to kill the girl,” the king said pointing to the little girl behind the princess.
“It didn't kill her,” Ben said. “The only reason I did it was to protect my sister.”
“Then your sister will be killed for your insubordination,” the king said.
“No!” Ben yelled. “Even if I do make the poison, how do you know that little girl can get them to take it?”
“I have to try,” the girl said. Everyone looked at her.
“You can't mean that,” the princess said. “You could be killed.”
“If I can do at least one thing for my country,” the girl said. “Then I'd be glad to give up my life.”
“Then it's all settled,” the king said. “You will make the poison then the girl will give it to the king and the prince of Graygon.”
“I won't,” Ben said. “If you want to kill someone for subordination, than kill me. My job is to save people not kill them.”
“So be it,” the king said. “Get this man's sister.”
“No!” Ben yelled running at the king.
“Restrain him!” the king ordered.
“Father, please,” the princess cried.
“Silence!” the king yelled.
“No, you be quiet,” the little girl said. She was now behind the king. The princess screamed as the little girl swung her hidden sword.
Chapter 6: The Creature Under the Mask: Liz the Demon Hunter
“There is no need to scream,” the girl said.
“No need to scream?” the princess said. “You just killed my father and you tell me not to scream?”
“Wait!” Ben yelled. “Look!” The king suddenly turned into a demonic creature.
“My name's Elizabeth or Liz for short,” the girl said. “I'm a demon hunter.”
“Then you aren't blind?” the princess asked.
“I am,” Liz said. “But that gives me more power. I can tell a demon from a human just by being near them. This creature…” Liz kicked the demonic creature, “posed as your father to gain power over this town. He probably planned to let the attempt at the king and prince's lives, be the reason for Graygon to attack you.”
“But why River Ville?” the princess asked. “We haven't done anything to Graygon.”
“Demons don't like humans in power,” Liz said. “Just like humans don't like demons in power.”
“But why is a little girl like you a demon hunter?” the storyteller asked. “Why are you here?”
“First,” Liz began. “I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty-seven. Second, I was hired.”
“You're twenty-seven?” everyone except Liz said in unison.
“I know, I'm short for my age,” Liz said.
“Not only that,” the storyteller said. “You looked a lot younger too.”
“Who hired you?” the princess asked.
“I can't tell you that,” Liz said. “What I can tell you is that someone wants to protect River Ville and its princess. Or should I say queen?”
“I'm the queen of River Ville?” the princess said.
“Yes you are,” a man said from behind Ben. “It is a pleasure to see you again, your highness.” The man bowed.
“Kevin?” the princess said. She ran towards him. “Is it really you?”
“Yes, your highness,” the man said.
“Now all this story needs is a happy ending,” the storyteller said. “'And so the new queen married her knight, Sir Kevin and lived happily ever after,'” The princess and Kevin blushed.
“I must be going,” Liz said.
“Wait!” the princess said. “How can I ever thank you.”
“Marry Sir Kevin,” Liz said. “I look forward for my payment, Sir Kevin.” At this Liz and Ben left the castle.
“Why are you following me?” Liz asked.
“Please come to my sister's shop,” Ben said. “As a thank you for saving my sister's life.”
“Sorry,” Liz said walking away. “Oh, tell the storyteller to come up with a better story.”
The storyteller came out from behind a tree laughing. “I guess she has a point,” the storyteller said. “Mind if I go with you?”
“As long as you stay out of my way,” Liz said. “I only protect those who pay me.”
“I'll pay you,” the storyteller said. “If I can tell others your stories.”
“Fine then,” Liz said.
“Bye,” the storyteller said to Ben. “Thanks for listening to an old man's tale.
“No problem,” Ben said. “Good luck!”
“You too,” the storyteller said leaving Ben standing alone. The storyteller caught up with Liz. “Do my stories really stink?” he asked her.
“They do,” Liz said. “Especially when some of it isn't true.”
“Still mad that I said you had been killed by that boy?” the storyteller asked.
“No,” Liz said. “I got over that a long time ago. I'm not a little girl anymore.”
“No, you're not,” the storyteller said. “Tell me Elizabeth. What have you been doing since that day? The day I killed your fiancé?”
“I can't believe it’s been fifteen years,” Liz said. “Fifteen years since I became a demon hunter.” And so, began Liz's story.
Chapter 7: Let the Demon Hunting Begin
“As you know,” Liz said. “I let Spencer out of the jail cell. I pleaded with him to help the village.
'If I help them, they will kill me,” Spencer said.
'I won't let that happen,' I said.
'I trust you,' Spencer said. 'Hide!'
"I love you, Spencer," I said.
“Spencer smiled a true smile. Then he left me hidden in the cabin in the forest. I waited and waited for him to come back, but he never did. Two days past and I returned to Waterten. I had arrived a minute too later. You raised the ax above his head.
"Finally," Spencer said. Then the axe cut off his head. I cried as I watched another villager stuffing his head into a bag. I followed him to Graygon. There, he gave Spencer's head as a peace offering. I thought it was unfair. After it turned dark, I went into the castle. I took back the head and gave Spencer a proper burial.”
“What you did caused the destruction of Waterten,” the storyteller said.
“I don't care,” Liz said. “What you did was wrong. Spencer saved us.”
“Everyone was afraid of him,” the storyteller said. “You can't blame us for...”
“I can,” Liz said angrily. “I was in love with him.” Liz started crying. The storyteller hugged her.
“I'm sorry,” he said. “I'm sorry.”
“After I buried Spencer,” Liz continued. “I went back to Graygon and killed as many knights as I could. They tried to capture me, but someone saved me. He taught me everything I know. He was a demon hunter. I don't know his name. He never told me it, nor did I ever ask.”
“Why didn't you?” the storyteller asked.
“I can't explain it well,” Liz answered. “He had this trustworthy aura.”
“Then what happened?” the storyteller asked.
“The man dropped me off at the demon hunting test shop,” Liz continued. “The test was hard, but I passed. I was given the badge and I have been hunting demon ever since.” She saw the storyteller frown. “I don't regret my choice. I'm going to destroy Graygon!”
“Why?” the storyteller asked. “You know that you'll be killed before you even step through the gate.”
“Then I will give my life trying,” Liz said.
“I don't understand,” the storyteller said.
“You will probably never get her,” a man's voice said. The storyteller and Liz turned around.
Chapter 8: The Invisible Man
“Who are you?” the storyteller asked. “Where are you?”
“I'm standing right next to you,” the voice said again.
“Master?” Liz said. “Is that you?”
“Yes,” the voice said. “I'm here, though you and that man can't see me.”
“What happened, Master?” Liz asked.
“One of the demons I fought cursed me before he died,” Master said. “I was turned invisible.”
“I see that,” the storyteller said. “Well, sort of.”
“It's been a while,” Master said.
“It has,” Liz said. “What are you going to do about your current state?”
“Demon hunt,” Master said. “Now that they can't see me, I can kill them faster. It will be even easier to destroy Graygon. I've come to help you.”
“Thank you, Master,” Liz said.
“What is your name?” the storyteller asked.
“Call me Master for I have no name,” Master said. “And you?”
“Call me Storyteller for I have given up my name,” the storyteller said.
“The Master smiled. “Ok, Storyteller, are you going to help us in the destruction of Graygon?”
“I’m only a storyteller,” the storyteller said. “I seek only stories to tell.”
“I see,” Master said. “I think we should leave him behind, Liz.”
“Why?” Liz asked.
“He'd get in the way,” Master said.
“Just because I can't see you, doesn't mean I can't hear you,” the storyteller said. “I can defend myself.”
“Are you a survivor of Waterten?” Master asked.
“Yes, I am,” the storyteller said proudly. “I am the strongest fighter of Waterten.”
“Was,” Master said.
“Pardon?” the storyteller said.
“Waterten was destroyed by Graygon,” Master corrected. “You were the strongest fighter of Waterten.”
“I'm gonna...” the storyteller started to say.
“Stop it!” Liz yelled. “Master, Storyteller can help us.”
“If you believe in him,” Master said. “So let’s go, Storyteller.”
“I'm right behind you,” the storyteller said. Liz, the storyteller, and Master began their own story.
Chapter 9: The Man in the Ice
Upon entering the castle, Liz, the storyteller, and Master came across a hall of statues. Each one had piercing eyes and a smile on their faces. The storyteller thought it was creepy. Master and Liz ignored the statues. They continued until they hit a large maze with walls of thorny roses.
“What should we do?” Liz asked.
“We should go through the maze,” Master said.
“Are you sure we won't get lost?” the storyteller asked.
“There's nothing to be afraid of,” Master said.
“And that's coming from a demon hunter,” the storyteller mumbled. “So let’s go then.” They walked onward. When they came to a fork in the maze, they'd rock-paper-scissors to have the winner pick the way. Although she could not see, Liz kept winning against the storyteller. The kept going left.
“You know three lefts make a right?” the storyteller said. “So when we go the third left we are going right from our original point.”
“Will you shut up already?” Liz complained.
“Quiet, you two,” Master ordered. “We have reached the end.” Everyone looked around.
“That wasn't so hard,” the storyteller said.
“That's because we are not close to the throne room,” Liz said. “How much further is it?” the storyteller asked.
“About five rooms ahead,” Master said. “There's a mirror room, a green room, a red room and a white room. The throne room is after those rooms.”
“I guess we should go then,” the storyteller said.
“Right!” Liz said. They walked until they reached the blue room. There was ice everywhere.
“Where did all this ice come from?” the storyteller asked.
“I don't know,” Liz said. “It wasn't like this, fifteen years ago.”
“Things change,” Master said. “Look! What is that up there?”
“Is that a man?” Liz asked.
“It is a man,” the storyteller said.
“I'm going to free him,” Master said. He took out a blowtorch. The fire started melting the ice. Liz caught the man. He awoke without a fright.
“Thank you,” the man said.
“How did you get stuck in that ice block?” Liz asked.
“Will you listen to my story?” the man asked.
“Yes,” the storyteller said. He was happy to hear another's story. To him, it was another chapter in his novel. The man began to tell his story.
Chapter 10: The Bear and the Boy
“There once was a family of five,” the man began. “The mother was the most beautiful woman in town. The father was the most handsome man in town. The eldest son was the strongest. The daughter was the smartest. The youngest of the family was neither smart, nor strong, nor pretty. He was an average teenage boy.
“The boy felt that he didn't fit in. When he turned thirteen, he left and decided to live in the forest. This wasn't the smartest idea. There were several terrifying creatures that lived there. He didn't know what he was getting into.
“He met a bear in the middle of the forest. The bear was twice as big as he was. His fur was a dark brown and his eyes were green. At first the boy was afraid of the bear. Then he sat down on the ground. He took out some bread and laid it in front of the bear. He took out some water and pored some into a bowl. The bear looked at him, and then began to drink the water. After the bear left, the boy started cutting down trees. After about five hours he had cut down only two trees. The bear returned and dropped a bunch of fish next to where the bowl of water had been. The boy smiled and started a fire.
“The boy and the bear were friends became good friends. They'd eat together, sleep next to each other, and even bath together. The boy was so happy that he had forgotten what he left behind. The bear never left the boy's side.
“One day the boy's brother and sister came to the boy's hut. At first they were afraid of the bear too. But they ignored his presence. They told the boy that their father and mother had been hit with the plaque and that they had just died. The boy cried into the bear's fur. The bear patted the boy's back until the boy fell asleep. The brother and sister looked at the two of them and shrugged. They left the hut and never returned.
“Soon after, the boy became ill. The bear took care of him as much as it could. But the boy was dying. The bear brought the boy to a mystical lake and prayed for his health. The bear kept whispering Luis over and over. When Luis, the boy, finally awoke, the bear was no longer with him. He looked everywhere for the bear. Finally he returned to his hut. For several days Luis wept. He was left all alone.
“When it was finally too much, Luis stabbed himself just below the heart. He was too afraid to kill himself. He laid on the floor refusing to stop the bleeding.
“A woman entered Luis's hut and was shocked to find Luis half dead. She nurtured the boy pack to almost perfect health. But Luis was still sick in the heart. The woman asked Luis what was wrong. Luis said he missed a bear. The woman laughed then kissed Luis. Luis flew backwards in shock. The woman stepped forward and placed her hand on Luis's chest. She kissed him again. This time the boy didn't push her away. The woman stepped back and said, 'Do you not recognize me?'
“Luis looked at her and said, 'I have been here for over five years. The only creature I've seen was the bear. He and I were together the entire time.'
'The bear is a girl,' the woman said. 'My name is Clara.'
'Wait!' Luis said. 'You're the bear?'
'I was a princess until my stepmother turned me into a bear,' Clara said. 'I thought I'd never become human again. But when I decided to give up my life for the boy I loved, I turned into a human once again.'
'I don't get it,' Luis said.
'I'm in love with you,' Clara said.
'You are?' Luis asked. 'Why?'
'You were the only one not afraid of me. At first, I saw you as a brother, but then I realized I couldn't live without you.'
'Is it ok for me to love the bear?' Clara smiled and hugged Luis.
'Yes,' she said as Luis held her tight.
“They soon got married and had a baby girl. Luis, Clara, and their baby, returned to Clara's castle. So Luis who thought he had nothing, had everything he ever wanted.”
“I was that boy,” the man said. “Clara's castle was in Graygon.”
“You're the king?” Liz said.
“I was,” Luis said. “What year is it?”
“1741,” the storyteller said.
“It's been fifteen years,” Luis said.
“What happened?” Liz asked. “How did you get frozen?”
“Clara's brother killed my son,” Luis said. “After that, he took over Graygon. He was afraid that Clara or I would stop him in his quest to rule the world. I was frozen in that block of ice. I don't know what became of Clara.”
“Do you want to kill you brother-in-law?” Master said.
“Who said that?” Luis asked.
“Call me Master,” Master said. “I was turned invisible by a demon.”
“Oh,” Luis said. “Do you wish to undo the demon's curse?”
“No,” Master said. “What does a human know about demon curses?”
“A lot,” Luis said. “Clara is half-demon. She taught me.”
“We need to continue,” Liz said.
“I'll help you,” Luis said. And so they continued into the next room.
Chapter 11: The Fire Fairy and the Air Angel
The next room was red. It was extremely hot. It was like walking in a volcano. Luis was the only one not sweating. It was probably because he had been frozen for fifteen years. They continued through the huge room.
“It's too hot,” the storyteller said.
“I agree,” Master said.
“Of course it is,” said a woman's voice. “You are in my realm.”
“Whose there?” the storyteller said.
“Call me Fiona,” a fairy said appearing in front of him. “Even though you will be dying soon so it doesn't really matter.” She took out a sword made of fire.
“Wait!” Luis said. “Fiona, it's me, Luis.”
“Luis?” Fiona said. “Is it really you?”
“Yes,” Luis said. Fiona withdrew her sword and hugged Luis.
“I can't believe you're still alive,” Fiona said. “I thought Peter had you killed.”
“He froze me alive,” Luis said. “What happened to you?”
“Peter forced me into a fire pit,” Fiona said. “He dumped gas over my body then set me on fire. I'm a fairy so I could take it, but it still hurt. The heat from the fire is now stuck in my body. I burn everything I touch.” Fiona started crying.
“You didn't burn me,” Luis said. “So why are you guarding Peter?”
“He said he'd kill Whitney and Eric,” Fiona said. “Andrew is in the white room. The air there is too strong for a human to take.”
“We will free them,” Liz said.
“Thank you,” Fiona said. “Thank you very much!” They continued onto the next room. There the air was as thick as Fiona had mentioned.
“Andrew?” Fiona called. “It's me Fiona!”
“Why are you here?” came a man's voice.
“We have come to help you,” Liz said.
“Foolish humans!” the voice said. “Return to where you once were!”
“Andrew,” Fiona said. “These people can help us. Luis is here.”
“Luis?” the voice said. A man with wings flew over to the party. He had “You're too late!”
“Andrew,” Luis said. “We will save Whitney and Eric.”
“I told you, it's too late,” Andrew said. “Peter knows you're here. He won't let you leave here alive.”
“If we have you help we might,” Liz said.
“I refuse to help another human,” Andrew said. “I would just get burned.”
“Like Fiona did?” the storyteller asked. No one laughed. “Sorry!”
“We can do it,” Fiona said. “The four of us can save Whitney and Eric.”
“Five,” Master said. “I'm still here.”
“What?” Fiona said taken aback. “Who said that?”
“I did,” Master said. “I'm an invisible demon hunter.”
“Let’s go,” Fiona said. “We can do it.” She grabbed Andrew's arm. He shoved her away.
“I'm sorry,” Andrew said. “I can't let you pass.”
“Why?” Fiona asked. “Don't you love Whitney? We can save her. All we need is...” Andrew slapped Fiona. She flew into a wall.
“I won't let you pass,” Andrew repeated. “The humans die here.”
A wind threw Liz and the storyteller backwards. Master was missed. Another wind hit him in the side. A third wind threw rocks and stones at Liz, Master, and the storyteller.
“I can see you now,” Andrew said. Blood was dripping from Master's arm. “Your blood isn't invisible. Nothing can beat my wind!” He threw another wind bullet at them. It missed Liz. She unsheathed her sword and ran at Andrew. He blocked her attack.
“A normal sword can be blocked,” Andrew said smiling. “Can you stop my blade?” A blade of wind stabbed Liz in the arm. She screamed in pain.
“Stop this!” Fiona yelled. “Please!”
“Why?” Andrew laughed. “The fun has just started.” He kicked Liz in the stomach. The shock threw her against the wall. Blood came out of her mouth. She lost consciousness.
“Elizabeth!” the storyteller yelled.
“One down, three to go,” Andrew said. He threw a wind bullet at Fiona. She screamed then lost consciousness. He threw two more at Master and the storyteller. Master was able to lower most of the damage. The storyteller took it full on.
“Are you ok?” Master asked.
“I'm fine,” the storyteller said.
“How can you still be standing?” Andrew asked. “I hit you four times.”
“You're weak for an air angel,” the storyteller said. “I've come across more powerful beings than you.”
“Oh really?” Andrew smiled. “Then I guess I will have to stop playing. I'll just kill you now!”
“I don't think so,” a voice said. Everyone turned to see a beautiful woman with blue hair wearing a blue dress. “Your fight ends here, Andrew!”
Chapter 12: The Wyvern and the Elf
“Whitney?” Andrew asked. “Eric?” A man with green hair wearing a green suit stepped out from behind the woman.
“It's been awhile,” the man said.
“Eric?” Andrew asked. “How?”
“We escaped from our prison,” Eric said.
“It was easy,” Whitney said.
“Why didn't you escape earlier then?” Andrew asked.
“We were waiting,” Eric said. “I saw them coming.” He pointed at the storyteller, then Liz, and finally Master. “I saw them save Luis and Fiona.”
“I guess we didn't make it in time,” Whitney said looking at Liz, Luis, and Fiona. “You can stop now.”
“I can't,” Andrew said. “Peter...”
“We will go kill him,” Whitney said.
“You can't stop him!” Andrew yelled. “I can't... Ahhhhh!” He let out a cry of pain.
“He got you?” Eric asked.
“So he has the mark,” Whitney said. “No wonder he hasn't stopped fighting.”
“I'll kill you!” Andrew said. His wings, hair, eyes, and clothes turned black. He was turning into a devil.
“I see,” Eric said. “I was afraid this was going to happen.” His eye glowed a dark green.
“I guess we need to stop him,” Whitney said. Her eyes glowed a dark blue. Eric's ears grew and the rest of his body shrunk. Whitney's body grew long. Eric transformed into his elf form. Whitney transformed into a wyvern. They had such a powerful aura that Master and the storyteller were knock down. They couldn't stand. Whitney flew into the air. Andrew sent a shock wave at Whitney. She was knocked back, but continued to fight. Eric created a forest that attacked Andrew. It captured Andrew and made him unable to fight back. Whitney flew at Andrew and bit off a part of his wing. He left out a cry of pain. He forced Whitney and Eric backwards into the wall. They slowly got back up. Eric was bleeding, but Whitney was losing blood faster. She shuddered but whipped her tail at Andrew. He caught it then sent Whitney flying. Eric tried to conjure up more plants, but Andrew threw a huge air bullet at him. They got up again.
“More!” Andrew yelled. “More blood!”
“We were too late,” Eric coughed.
“We have to kill him,” Whitney breathed. Eric nodded and went at Andrew once more. Whitney did the same. Andrew swung his wind sword. Blood dripped from Eric's chest. He coughed before falling to his knees. Whitney screamed. Her arm had been cut off. They returned to their human forms. Andrew did the same. He now had black hair and a black suit on. He walked over to Eric and Whitney.
“I told you that you were too late,” he said smiling. He stabbed Whitney in her stomach. She screamed.
“Whitney,” Eric coughed. He lost consciousness. Whitney tried to get up but couldn't.
“Now,” Andrew said raising his sword. “Die!”
Chapter 13: Peter and Clara
Andrew removed the wind sword from Whitney's Chest. “Only two left,” Andrew said. The storyteller and Master sat stupefied. Andrew withdrew his sword. “I don't need to use it on humans. An air bullet should take care of you.”
“Wait!” a man's voice said. Everyone looked at the man. He was older than Andrew and had black eyes. He was wearing a crown and black robes.
“My Lord,” Andrew said. “Lord Peter, what are you doing here?”
“I've come to see how the fight was going,” the man said. “It seems you have won.”
“I'll kill the humans first,” Andrew said turning back to the storyteller and Master.
“There is no need,” Peter said. “They are too weak to even move. They'll die soon.” He smiled. “But I do need more heads for my collection.” He walked over to Whitney and Eric. “Theirs will do.” Andrew took out his wind sword. He handed it over to Peter. Peter raised the sword above his head.
“Wait!” cried Luis's voice. Everyone turned to him.
“Oh, Luis,” Peter said. “It's nice to see you again.”
“Where is Clara?” Luis asked.
“Good question,” Peter said. “Let’s see.” He paused. “Behind me!” Peter stepped aside. A woman dress in all black stood there. She was beautiful.
“Clara?” Luis said.
“Luis?” Clara said. She ran towards him. They hugged and kissed.
“What a happy reunion,” Peter said. “Andrew! Kill Luis!”
“Yes my Lord,” Andrew said.
“No Andrew,” Clara said. “I order you to stop fighting.”
“As the king,” Peter said. “You obey my orders.”
“Yes my Lord,” Andrew said.
“No!” Clara blocked Andrew's way.
“Please get out of my way, my Lady,” Andrew said.
“I can't let you kill him,” Clara said.
“Forgive me,” Andrew said. A wind picked Clara up and threw her at Peter. He caught her and released her. She tried to run towards Luis, but Peter stopped her. Peter threw the wind sword at Andrew. Andrew swung the sword above his head. Luis managed to block the sword. His body froze the sword's wind. Andrew let go of the sword in shock. Luis picked it up and stabbed Andrew. Andrew fell to his knees.
“Remove!” Master yelled. A spell hit Andrew. Peter's mark disappeared.
“So you can use magic,” the storyteller said.
“I'm a magician,” Master said.
“You must be Master,” Peter said. “It's an honor to meet you.”
“The pleasures all mine,” Master said. “Who knew that the king was no other than Peter the Weak-link?”
“I'm stronger now,” Peter said. “My magic is far better than a magician's.”
“Because you're a demon?” Master said. “Storyteller has more magic than you.”
“What?” the storyteller said.
“A human can't have magic,” Peter laughed. “He has to be a magician or a mystical creature.”
“He's a Sprite,” Master said.
“A Sprite?” Peter asked. “A powerful fairy? Him?” The storyteller said nothing. Peter laughed. “Then I guess I have to kill him!” His body turned black. “Let's see if a Sprite can beat a Phantom!” He ran at the storyteller. Then he stopped short.
“Gotcha!” Master said.
“What is this?” Peter asked. “I can't move.”
“It's a demon circle,” Master said.
“A demon circle?” Peter said. “You can make one?”
“It is very easy,” Master said. His body became visible once more. “After all, I am the Master Magician!”
“You,” Peter said. “I'll kill you!” His power seeped through the circle. Andrew got up. His eyes were blacker. He attacked Master head-on. Master sent a spell at Andrew again. This time, Andrew lost consciousness.
“Dammit!” Peter said. He blasted through the circle. “I'll kill you!” He ran at Master so fast that the storyteller could not see him. Master was thrown backwards. Master returned the blow with an electric bullet. It hit Peter in the stomach and knocked him down.
Meanwhile, Clara and Luis ran over to Liz and brought her over to the storyteller. The storyteller took out some medicine and smoothed it over Liz's wounds. Luis and Clara brought Fiona over. They went back and forth to get Whitney, Eric, and even Andrew. The storyteller treated all of their wounds.
Master and Peter kept fighting. Master kept throwing electric bullets, while Peter threw darkness bullets. The room started falling apart.
“We have to get out of here,” the storyteller said.
“But how?” Luis asked.
“I can teleport us out of here,” Clara said. “I just need everyone to hold hands.”
“That's impossible,” Luis said. “Only six of us can be teleport then.”
“Not if we tie Fiona and Andrews hands together,” the storyteller said. “We also have to tie Whitney and Eric's hands together. This way we can teleport all eight of us.”
“What about Master?” Luis said.
“He'll get out on his own,” the storyteller said. They nodded than tied Whitney and Eric's hands together and Fiona and Andrew's hands together.
“Alright,” Clara said. You must not let go!” Bright lights flashed all around them. They teleported outside of the castle.
“Where is Master?” Liz asked waking up.
“He's still inside,” the storyteller said. “He will use his magic to join us.”
“We have to save him,” Liz said. “Master can't use his magic for too long. Every time he uses it, his lifespan is cut.” She started to cry.
“I'll get him,” the storyteller said.
“What?” Luis and Clara asked in unison.
“I'm the only one that didn't try to fight,” the storyteller said. “I have to do this.” He got up.
“Wait!” Liz yelled. “You'll be killed if you try to save him!”
“I have to try,” the storyteller said. “I have to do it for Spencer.” At the mention of Spencer's name, Liz fell silent.
“He's a phantom,” Andrew said waking up. “He uses dark magic. If a human gets hit, they'll die.”
“Do us all a favor,” Whitney said regaining consciousness.
“Don't die!” Fiona said.
“It would cause us more problems,” Eric said.
“I'll be back,” the storyteller said. “But before I go...” He walked over to Liz. “Spencer is still alive!”
“What?” Liz asked.
“I'll tell you when I come back,” the storyteller said.
“Wait!” Liz yelled, but it was too late; the storyteller was out of earshot.
Chapter 14: The Vampire and the Shape-shifter
The storyteller reached where Master and Peter was five minutes later. They were in a black room lit with a small lantern. They were still fighting. All the storyteller could make out was Master's electric attacks and Peter's purplish darkness attacks. They were both breathing heavily and bleeding a lot.
“Master,” the storyteller called. “We must go.” He dodged a stray darkness bullet.
“Get out of here!” Master commanded. “It's too dangerous for you!”
“I'm not leaving without you,” the storyteller said.
“Then you're not leaving here,” Peter said throwing a bullet at the storyteller. The storyteller managed to dodge. “At least not alive!” Peter kept trying to hit the storyteller with the darkness bullets, but the storyteller kept dodging. Master took this opportunity to attack Peter. Peter redirected the attack towards the storyteller. Someone else redirected it towards a wall. It did not rebound.
“It's been awhile, old man,” a voice said.
“Indeed it has, Spencer,” the storyteller said.
“We're not here to talk,” came another man's voice. “We have to get you out of here.”
“So you're here too, Victor,” the storyteller said. “I thought you never wanted to see me again.”
“We had a deal,” Victor said. “I want you to keep your end of the bargain.”
“To give you my life after I write my story,” the storyteller said. “I see why you came here. You don't want me to be killed by someone else.” Victor smiled but said nothing. Suddenly a darkness bullet hit the ground near the storyteller's feet.
“Did you forget that we were in the middle of something?” Peter said throwing another one at Master. Master couldn't dodge this time. He hit the ground with a large thud. The storyteller ran over to him.
“Are you ok?” the storyteller asked.
“I'm fine,” Master said. “I don't have much strength left.”
“We'll take care of it,” Spencer said.
Victor sighed. “The things I do for my food.” He flew up to Peter. Peter threw a darkness bullet at him. Victor dodged then grabbed Peter. He threw Peter to the ground. Peter returned to his human form and tried to get up, but he couldn't. Victor leaned over him and bit him. Peter screamed. Everyone stood shocked. Victor let Peter go. Blood dripped from long fangs coming from my mouth. He closed his mouth then licked his lip. He walked over to Spence.
“What did you just do?” the storyteller said.
“I sucked his blood,” Victor said. “I'm a vampire.”
“You didn't have to kill him,” the storyteller said.
“He did,” Master said. “Peter would track us down and kill us if we let him live.”
“I see,” the storyteller said.
“It's time to go,” Spencer said.
“Liz is here,” the storyteller said. “She wants to see you.”
“There's no point in seeing her,” Spencer said. “She has thought that I've been dead for fifteen years.” He turned towards Victor. “Plus, I am no longer human.” His figure turned into a copy of Victor. “I'm a Shape-shifter.” He turned backed into himself. “I can't let her see me. It's better for her to think I'm dead.”
“Are you ever going to see her again?” the storyteller asked.
“No,” Spencer said. “Let’s go!” He grabbed the storyteller's arm. He also took hold of a piece of Victor's robe.
“Tell Liz that I was killed,” the storyteller said. “I don't want her to know what really happened.”
“I will,” Master said as they disappeared. Master met up with Liz, Luis, Clara, Fiona, Andrew, Whitney, and Eric. Liz cried at the news of the storyteller's “death”. Clara and Luis became king and queen of Graygon. Fiona, Andrew, Whitney, and Eric returned home. Master and Liz went to Hollow Hill to train more. But the storyteller, Spencer, and Victor went to Princeton Town.
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