True Story of the chosen children

    *Okay, we get some kids from a mundane boring Earth in some period of being…boring…apparently, and through a very suspicious event that couldn’t possibly have been circumstantial given the location and sequences thrusting these normal brats into an adventure of life threatening peril…yeah it went something like this.*

   

    Sebastian, a normal London lad of fifteen, his younger brother of twelve and his older no-nonsense sister of seventeen, just normal kids, living normal lives until one day while exploring a bell sound in a cave on their Aunt’s estate they discover a gate way into another world.

   

     *Blah…blah…blah…okay they met a little old man he told them they were the chosen ones, gave them each enchanted weapons…and yeah it went a little something like this.*

 

   The strange almost troll like shrunken old man, standing no more than three feet tall and speaking with a wisdom beyond the ages gave each of the chosen children an item of great enchantment, for young Sebastian a golden spear able to emit a glow to light their way and fire lightning from its tip, for his younger brother Arthur a cornucopia; an enchanted horn that is able to produce food and drinks that he need only imagine, and for their older sister Jessie, a mystical amulet able to produce holy power to exorcise evil spirits and banish evil with its great beam of holy light.

 

    “Each of you,” said the old sage, “has with you now a wondrous item, in the enchanted land you are going to shall do great good and vanquish a great evil as is your destiny as the chosen ones, Sebastian your golden spear is a mighty weapon and tool to light your way through the dark woods and fend off the vicious beasts with-in, Arthur your cornucopia shall prove invaluable, for you all must remember to avoid the towns and villages of this world for even the people of this land are monsters…even if they look no different than the people you knew from your own world, and thus with this item you can produce all the food and drink you can imagine with out need to travel into these monstrous towns; and of course the maiden Jessie, your item is the most valuable, with it you can ward off and defeat even the greatest of specters that haunt this forlorn world, and combined with the spear produce the might needed to defeat the evil queen of the Spirit Tower and free the land.”

 

 

     *shimmy, shimmy, boob, whop…what ever, okay the kids went to a dark forest, fought many a beast and ghost along their way to the tower, befriended a Brownie of all things, a creature no different than a normal person…only tiny…but yeah no stronger than a human at a height of six inches would be…yeah kind of pointless…no real help…but he proved a more useful guide than the what ever the hell he is old man who would pop up from time to time in different forms…seriously he turned into a talking frog, a face in a rock, their own reflections in a pool of water, a talking lion for some reason, and even a talking fat little cat…yeah…weird. Well long story short they eventually got to the Spirit Tower, fended off the Crimson Phantoms and Reapers that haunt the place thanks to Jessie’s amulet and made their way to the Queen’s chamber…and that confrontation went a little something like this.*

 

    The children, with their little Brownie friend, Fred, stashed away in the pack his people provided for them, have come face to face with the Queen of the Spirit Tower, and she is every bit as fearsome and melevelent in appearance as the guide had told them, she is a tall woman, sickly pale in color, and although thin not sickly thin, wearing black gothic robes with a lace trim, and holding a silver staff with a black orb held in a silver eagle’s claw.

 

   “Your reign of evil ends now!” yells out Sebastian pointing his spear at her as Jessie holds up her amulet.

 

    *shatter*

 

    with a mere wave of her hand the queen has caused both weapons to shatter to pieces.

 

   *sigh*

 

   She looks at them with a stern expression, “Evil Queen am I? Yet another group of children has wandered into my tower proclaiming such lunacy. Let me guess you somehow found yourselves fallen into this world via a method that shouldn’t have been possible given your lives correct?”

 

   She sees the stunned looks on their faces and smiles as she continues, “You were quick to meet…oh lets say…an old man perhaps, a talking feline, a talking rabbit, a talking…some other woodland creature…or perhaps a talking statue…no the old man form I think is his favorite to use on you foolish little human brats.”

 

   She strokes her orb and shows them their home, their family searching for them, filling out a police report in tears, men and dogs scouring the woods no longer searching for lost children but bodies as unlike their story books in this world the same amount of time has passed here as home.

 

   “What did he tell you?” she says not really asking, “You were the chosen ones to vanquish me? Save this world? And yet…”

 

   She sees the cornucopia on Arthur’s belt strap, “and yet…he gives you a means to feed yourselves and no doubt told you as he has told every group since after the first three not to go into the villages and speak with the people. The first group found themselves captured and sold to a rich king as alien creatures, they are now the secret slaves and amusement of that man, the second group was killed by bandits, and the third…were killed by me, they were given a sword of fire and…yes another of those holy amulets, as well as the cornucopia. It seems by that time he realized that normal weak little humans couldn’t fair well when encountered the small wild towns of this country…the people must be harsh here to live in a country that is haunted.”

 

   She smiles wickedly, “Its not the whole world of course, only my home country that is haunted, even if I could extend my control to the whole of the world I wouldn’t cover it in specters. Truth be told they are only here because of the Tower, I am only here because of it as well. In fact I can not even leave the Spirit Tower physically, only project a shadow of myself from it. I have acted as the guide for heroes in the past myself…but not children…I would have preferred not to have killed that last group but they were blinded by the promises of the old man and some holier than thou faith in their hearts…and I think from watching too many movies and reading too many books about children going to magical lands and defeating dangers far beyond their reach.”

 

    She points at the sack with the Brownie inside, “you children made a friend, granted something as worthless and weak as a Brownie, but still a local friend, did he and his people not explain the situation of this land.”

 

    “Y…Yes,” says Jessie, “They said you’ve been here for as long as the world has, and reap the spirits of the world who come to the tower…but…the…the kind old man said you were a demon…out to sow chaos in the world.”

 

    “This world,” she practically hisses, “Is the world of Chaos, the Wilderness Hell, the Flat Earth, it is not some fairy kingdom needing children to save it…I will tell you this once…stand down and pray to me to go home or I will kill you here and now.”

 

    Arthur starts to cry, “I want mommy and daddy, I want my bed, I want my dog, I want…I want my teddy bear! Waaaaah”

 

    “Damn it Arthur,” says Sebastian, “You’re too old to act like that.”

 

   “And we’re too young,” says Jessie, “and only three city kids with a spoiled up bringing, we have no business fighting this lady, she smashed those magic weapons like they were nothing, haven’t you seen those American movies? It takes an army to fight this sort of thing, and that old man told us not to even talk to the people, Fred told us the same thing, the villages closest to the tower are mostly bandit hangouts who’d sell us into slavery or kill us, but much further south is civilization, I told you we should have done that…looked for help…but no…”

 

    “But no,” interrupts the Queen, “he kept appearing didn’t he? When ever you’d either get too close to a village, or start to question your resolve, or turn away from going towards the Spirit Tower he’d appear in some form, he did the same thing to the last group and the ones before them…you are right my dear, if anyone were to truly oppose me, it would take an army at least to even make me bat an eye. Kids there is no prophecy, it…its not your concern.”

 

   “You don’t have to convince us,” says Jessie, “I know this isn’t a movie, we just want to go home, we did all along, but that old man kept insisting we go here or else we’d never go home.”

 

 

   The Queen smiles and summons a mirror, in its face appears the backyard of their aunt’s estate.

 

    “Step through the mirror,” she says, “and you shall return home.”

 

   As the children walk to the mirror the old man appears, “Wait!” he screams, “Step through there and you’ll never realize your destinies to be heroes, to have songs written about you in the annals of history!”

 

   “We lost,” says Jessie, “I am taking my little brothers home, she smashed up those things you gave us you crazy old man…you were kind yes, but you are a complete loon, getting children with no military training or survival skills at all mixed up in this crazy horse shit.”

 

   “No,” he hisses, his face distorting and taking the form of a lion with a deep booming voice, “If you are to lose then your destiny is to die!”

 

   He leaps at them, as the children scream they find that the so called evil Queen has actually stepped between them and the guide and put up a barrier of darkness.

 

   “Go now,” she says, “I will fend off this beast.”

 

   The children step through and find themselves back home.

 

   Meanwhile back in the Spirit Tower, the lions transforms into a black spider like creature with a human skull for head and body more closely resembling something made out of metal fashioned into human skeletal shapes, shaped into a spider’s body than that of any spider, even a giant one.

 

   “Azazel,” says the Queen.

 

  “Satasar,” hisses the demon.

 

   “Chosen children?” she says, “Really? That’s what four times now that plan has failed, hell the Aesperians around here took out the first few. I told you to seek out champions and test them with a quest to reach me where I’d reveal that it was all a test after their battle with me and send them on their true mission, but you keep giving me children from Earth.”

 

    *sigh*

 

     “Azazel, find me champions…not children…you need to stop basing your method on children’s fantasy from Earth…”  

     Fred had spirited himself away into a crack in the wall at the time Satasar, the queen of the Spirit Tower created that wall of darkness; and has heard the entire conversation, as the two creatures of darkness continue their conversation he vanishes into the wall to head back home thinking, “I hope those kids are alright.”

 

   *And long story short…they weren’t, yeah total nut bin asylum time for the kiddies, convinced after a few months they had wandered into the woods, slipped into some underground river (which was found near where they said the magic cave was, totally filled in with concrete now), and ended up in the woods where they found mushrooms to eat, but turned out to be hallucinogenic so their young minds played out a fantasy story like what they read about in fairy tale books. So that’s the fate of those kids, and yeah that Azazel thing he did watch too many movies from Earth, but this was the last time; he has a better idea for the next time.*