Last week I had me a try-to-Do-It-Yourself amputation debacle and was a day late with the story. So if you missed it click HERE for the 9th part of the story.
Kingdom of Crestoria! 10
“And who might you be?” The voice that sounds behind me is scruffy and posh. It startled me to get my heart pounding in my throat.
It is only a second or even but a fraction of it that I couldn’t move as the body was frozen. And still I felt my arms been lifted twisted in ways they were not meant to be. “Ouch” The pain senses had me move again and pulled my hand away from a rough leather like grasp with chipped nails. ‘Where did he come from, there wasn’t anyone around just now, was there?’
“So what are you. No, no, you are not a monktail. To little hair around the face. Never seen this specimen before. No, No. I need to record this.” The figure rushed to a table with and took up a piece of paper and stared writing.
Still very much in a state of confusion I take a deep breath and walk slowly up to the creature. “Sorry, but I am Duncan Nabal. I was send hear so I could get some answers on where I am and why?”
“So, so you are a Nabal. Yes, yes.” His hands grab me by the arm and runs up the sleeve from my shirt. “Oh what is this… Hero mark. Yes, yes this is the mark of the hero. I see, I see. Forgive Scowler, so much to learn so little time. Come, come, I teach.”
Scowler moves fast on his hooked back legs, like those of a frog only more firm and bigger. Its skin of the hands was leather like but the top is covered in feathers. He wears a long black coat that acts like a sail as he moves fast through the large room. I keep following him left and right than left again past walls of books. Rows and shelves reaching up to the ceiling. As we walk he jumps and reaches for books here and there as if to know what he needed, wanted. Some of these books must have been at least a 30 foot of the floor.
I pinch my self hard with the nails penetrating the skin. ‘Damn that hurts, so it isn’t a dream‘. My mind starts to doubt my observations and beliefs. We walk through a pair of smaller doors into a large study.
The fire is warm and the wood crackles with the exploding sparks dying in the air. Scowler puts the stack of books on his desk. I mean, I think it was a desk as I seen more books than anything else. On another large table I see scowler unroll a large map and place some books in the corner to hold it down.
“Yes, yes. This will do. You want answers, ask, ask. Scowler knows. My bad, so sorry introduction first. You are Duncan Nabal, the hero of Crestoria. Race unknown, want to know. My name is Achiban Sherwyn Scowler. I welcome you to my booklatory and you may call me Scowler. Ask, ask, please”
Overwhelmed by his speedy change on subjects I stare straight into his yellow eyes. He has a wide spread mouth and transparent like cheeks. That remind me of a toad. It is just that the feathers throw me of the came and have me ask him the first question. “What are you…?”
‘Shit this wasn’t what I intended to ask.’
To be continued…