Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-31148069-20180624180830/@comment-30921738-20180725222457

Akurle could hardly believe that the Dark Lord had simply put Cronin under a spell. But even if he was, he had to have died from getting stabbed like that. Unless this 'eternal sleep' slowed time for him. But the hope of getting Cronin back... she felt like she needed to recite the spell. It was either that or constantly saying no until the Dark Lord uses all his energy blasting her. But that could also cost her own life.

She could see the Dark Lord breathing deeply, and his firm stance had loosened. She knew he was tired from casting all those spells, but she was beyond that. She could barely stand.

"F-fine.... I'll say your spell. Just let my friends go."

The Dark Lord smiled cruely. "All but the traitors. That includes Alexis, Buttons, and-"

"NO! All of them." Akurle struggled to her paws and tried to look fearless, but she knew she was failing. The thought of the Dark Lord storming into Jamaa, her friends dying, and her own life at risk was enough to terrify her.

The Dark Lord hissed. "If... you say so. But if they threaten me or try to attack, I have permission to kill any of them. Now, the spell."

Akurle took a deep breath. "Zylantuh co cormul sygrat tee tholdate fingillaz." She was prepared for a shock or some sort of magical explosion, but all she got was a slap.

"No! You say it like this; Sylantiae corneul zygart fee toldate fengylaz. Get it RIGHT this time." The Dark Lord stomped his foot, threatening to stomp on her.

Akurle took another shaky breath. Her whole body felt like Jell-O, and she couldn't help but shaking. "Sylantiae corneul zygart fee toldate fengylaz."

She waited. And waited. After a minute passed, she looked at the glass orb on the pedastal in the middle of the glowing water. A glowing gold orb had appeared inside, and was slowly getting bigger. The gold ball was slowly, spinning, faster and faster. The glass orb shattered, and the glowing gold ball shot up like an animal finally set free from its cage. The gold orb hovered hovered down a bit, so it was directly above the pedastal. There was a burst of light, and the gold ball froze above the pedastal, still hovering but no longer spinning.

"Grab it," the Dark Lord commanded.

Akurle got to her paws and stepped into the glowing blue water. It was shallow and cool, but not too cold. After getting all four paws in, she suddenly felt a strenge sense of calmness. She waded through the water, as it slowly got deeper and deeper. By the time she reached the pedastal, the water was up to her chest. She stood up on two legs and grabbed the gold orb right out of the air.

It felt warm in her paws, and seemed to glow a little brighter when she touched it. She lowered down to all fours and waded back to the Dark Lord.

Before she even stepped out of the water, the Dark Lord snatched the orb from her paws. He stared at it greedily, and held on with both hands as if it could run away.

"Get back, Jamaasian," He hissed. "It's time I got a look at your world." He held out the orb and scrunched up his face, as if concentrating awfully hard. The gold orb began to glow brighter and brighter.

"Kyten syoan, kyten syoan, dyrainget zolytur. Kyten syoan, kyten syoan, dyrainget zolytur. Kyten syoan, kyten syoan, dyrainget zolytur. Kyten syoan, kyten syoan, dyrainget zolytur," the Dark Lord chanted.

The ground rumbled. A chunk of rock fell from the ceiling, but them the rumbling stopped. Akurle had a feeling that was not part of the spell.

"Stop!"

Akurle whipped around. Zyla was sitting at the front of the tunnel. Her antennae were twitching nervously, and her wings were spread slightly.

The Dark Lord turned his head toward her. "What?!"

"You can't do this! Not here! You'll make the volcano erupt, and t'll destroy the whole island!" Zyla explained.

"What does it matter? We're leaving this horrendous place. Get the troops and bring them here."

"What about my hive?"

The Dark lord didn't asnwer her.

Zyla snapped her jaws shut angrily. "Sombra, listen."

The Dark Lord froze. He turned around very, very slowly and gave her a murderous glare. "Don't you DARE call me by that name."

"Why not? You're not a 'lord' if you care nothing of your subjects. Sombra, you need to listen to me."

The glowing orb in the Dark Lord's hands glowed brighter, and a thin line of golden light was forming in thin air, slowly creating an outline that looked like a portal frame. The Dark Lord, or Sombra, had sweat dripping from his forehead from the effort.

(uuug sorry i gotta go)