Diimund's Voodoo: Part Two

by i_luv_dawgs

Diimund sat dejectedly on her bed, sniffing. Tears fell from her gorgeous blue eyes onto the letter she held in her hand. It was from Almanac's owners. They had sent for her, saying that Almanac had suddenly appeared with cuts all over her, and wasn't speaking to anyone. Diimund had known the moment the smoke filled her room two days ago after performing dark voodoo, that it had been a huge mistake. All that over some silly argument. Tears filled Diimund's eyes once more and spilled onto the letter, making the ink smudge. Curling into a ball on her bed, she wept bitterly until she fell asleep.

Diimund glanced around her. Mist hung in the air like a ghost. She was beginning to regret her decision, but she couldn't back out. Almanac's fate was sealed in Diimund's paws. With the totem tucked under her leg, she hopped hurriedly along to the harbour. She felt guilty about taking the totem from her owner, who had been saving it as Diimund's birthday present (Diimund knew because she had been spying), but it was vital. The sea spray wet her face as she crept along the pier. The moon went behind a cloud and for a moment Diimund couldn't see a thing.

When the pale round disk returned to the sky again Diimund ran up towards the yacht. A strange man wearing Hawaiian-style shorts and shell necklaces around his neck glared at Diimund. She nervously showed him the Kacheek totem, and he nodded, showing her aboard. Diimund felt frightened. She had smashed her piggy bank before coming to find only a few NP. The sandwiches and doughnuts she had brought may not last her. Diimund pulled her scarf more tightly around her neck. There was a shudder as the boat set off, then no sound was heard but the gentle lapping of the waves against the side of the boat.

Diimund thanked the man and stepped onto the island. A strange, dense smell hung in the air. Diimund looked about her at the amazing, tropical Mystery Island. She had not been on the isle more than a few moments and already she was drawn to it. Diimund knew she would not be able to explore until daybreak, so she returned to the boatman and said timidly: "Excuse me sir, but could you please direct me to the Island Mystic."The man pointed to a little island off to the north of the Mystery Isle.

"Could you take me there?" asked Diimund timidly. He shook his head. Diimund immediately began to cry, when she heard a gentle voice behind her. She whirled round to see a yellow Tuskaninny smile shyly at her.

"Hi, my name's Theroux. I couldn't help hearing you need a lift to the Island Mystic."

Diimund sniffed daintily. "Yes," she said. "That's right. It's urgent."

Theroux smiled. He was overcome by her beauty. "I could take you there in my canoe?" he offered politely. "Oh, thank you!" beamed Diimund gratefully. "Thanks so much!" Diimund knew, as Theroux pushed the boat off the shore and they neared the island Mystic's Isle, that she had found a friend.

What lies in store for Diimund and Theroux? What is happening with Alamanac? Find out in the next exciting episode of the Neopian Times!!!!