Diimund's Voodoo: Part Three

by i_luv_dawgs

Theroux pulled the canoe up onto the beach. Diimund waited impatiently. She hurried up the grass bank to little hut. Smoke was billowing out of a stone chimney. Theroux joined her and together they knocked timidly on the door.

"Enter!" said a voice. "But only the Cybunny!" Diimund smiled apologetically at Theroux, who promised to wait for her. She pulled back the curtain that hung over the doorway and squeezed through. The room smelled strongly of medicines and herbs. A funny looking little man dressed in a white cloth with a bone through his pale blonde hair grinned cheekily at her.

"Here you are!" he squeaked. "In seek for help you are! Tell me you must!" Much to her despair, Diimund found herself sobbing again. She began to blurt out the whole story. Everything. Right from the beginning. She told the Mystic about how Almanac was her greatest friend and how she regretted everything she had done. The Mystic waddled back and forth throughout the story, cupping his chin in his hands and thinking hard. When Diimund had finished her tale he sat before a crystal ball and peered deep into it's swirling depths. Diimund stood sniffing in the corner. The Mystic looked up sharply at the cowering Cybunny.

"You are weak," he snapped. "You have no talent in the art of voodoo. You did not consider the consequences! Pango Pango is not happy!" Diimund twittered beneath her paws. She was frightened she had heard tales about the evil Pango Pango. Hastily, she washed her ears under the glare of the curious little Island Mystic.

"Can you help me?" Diimund asked eventually. A sparkle appeared in the Mystic's eye. "We shall see," he said softly.

Theroux squeezed Diimund's numb paws.

"How did it go?" he asked. Diimund sighed.

"He is thinking," she said slowly.

"Considering my possibilities. As far as I'm concerned, my chances look pretty slim."

She sat down in the sand with her head between her knees. Her shoulders began to heave, and Theroux knew she was crying silently. He sidled up next to her and put a flipper around her shaking shoulders. Diimund jumped at his touch, but smiled when she looked into his eyes. He cleared his throat.

"Diimund..." he began, but whatever he was going to say was never completed, because Diimund was summoned back into the hut. She squealed when she saw who stood there. None other than Pango Pango himself! He towered over the little Cybunny, his face grim. Diimund stared nervously at him, but quickly looked away. A faerie fluttered up to the shivering Cybunny.

"I am Jhuidai, the Island Faerie!" she said kindly. "Pango Pango is not too displeased. He has decided to help you."

Diimund sighed with relief. Pango Pango murmured something in the Island Language and the Mystic answered. Diimund felt odd as they spoke over her. The Mystic grunted and tottered over to the Cybunny.

"In luck, you are," he said, nodding enthusiastically. "Pango Pango is going to help you." The Island officials, the Faerie, and the Mystic stood back. The faerie steered Diimund out of the way. Pango pango held the Voodoo doll and shouted something at the top of his voice, there was a flash of light, a bang, and then all was silent.

What is going to happen next? Tune in next week to find out!