Chapter 12 - Pt.2
The Departure
I lowered the pen. Letting the gem glint in the light, then upon second consideration raised it again.
Puuuum! Puuuum! Puuuuum!
Three more beams zipped out, charging headlong through tons of rock, digging and shattering matter into dust as they zipped free of their rocky prison. When they finally arrived in the air they were smaller , much so , but even still they landed upon a large moonlight colored vessel with vengeance and fury.
I watched it all through a narrowed pupil, magic pumping through my eye empowering me to see through even the smallest of cracks. My eye narrowed as I watched one beam miss, the other land on the deck , and a last that pierced through the hull.
I raised my arm in victory.
“They've been hit.”
“Squeak.”
“Thanks Peeps.”
I shook the pen , it was warm, and the gem on its bottom….. Was a lot less shiny now. Must be a charge thing.
“Alright everybody , let's get out here, before they do something crazy.” I turned my attention to the old smithy. “You got anything for a grand exit?”
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The smithy smiled.
“Well shite laddy. Of course.”
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Chugga. Chugga. Puu. Shlunk. Grrrrrrr. Wapow.
The gears made all sorts of noises as the object was pulled from the wall. I almost covered my eyes when I saw it. Jeeeze why was it soooo shiny.
“I know what yer thinkin. Yea its bout as bright as a bronze bulls balls but theres point to it. Ya see, -
“I don't mind. What does it do?”
The smithy flapped his hand. “No one wants to learn bout rocks until its too late.” He shook his head.
“This right here is a shell capable of withstanding the force of a large explosion attached to a series of gems that explode. Itll send you high into the air in any direction.”
The smithy crossed his arms , proud of his creation. “ I call it, the up high goer.”
“Pftt.” I laughed a little. “ We’re in.”
Straps were tossed over our bodies in quick motion.
“This here lever is for quick release. You press this and the whole thing opens up leaving you to land.”
Lysa turned to the smith. “How do we land.”
“Well I dunno.”
“What!”
“Naw this things not built to land. Its built to go up high. Hence the name.”
My eyes blazed in excitement. “Sure sounds fun. Let's do it.”
“Suver!”
“Don't worry. Don't worry. Ill handle our landing.” I turned back to the smith. “We’re ready.”
The smith obliged, picking up a small silver box with a red button, and slowly he pressed it.
“Good luck laddy.”
Then the world wooshed forward.