The Incredible Quests of Mystery Isle: Part Two

by sweet_yum_yum

Windsong and the Mystic

Suddenly, there was a POP! The faerie returned, blushing furiously. "Oh, yah, I gotta tell you what to look for, huh! Heehee, um… Aha! The Orb of the Water Faerie! Yah, that's it! Tata!" With another POP! she vanished again.

Scorchio looked desperately around. The Orb was a rare item! You couldn't just go out to the nearest drugstore and ask for one! Then an idea struck him: there was an Island Mystic hidden somewhere on the island. He was fabled to be able to create any rare item, for a price. But where was he? Scorchio decided to begin his search in the Crystal Forest, and began to fly towards the glinting trees.

Suddenly, he crashed into something soft, and fell head over heels into a pile of cold, hard crystal leaves. He sat up, rubbing his scaly head, and saw a small, frightened looking girl with purple hair looking at him anxiously.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"Yah, I'm fine," replied Scorchio.

The faerie smiled. "My name is Windsong. I'm an Air Faerie! Or at least I would be if I had my wings… Anyway, I am so sorry! If I can make it up to you, I-"

"Hey, it's OK. I'm fine. But, I am looking for the Hut of the Island Mystic! DO you know where I can find it?"

"Know? Of course I know! Come on!" Windsong grabbed Scorchio's hand, snapped her fingers, and suddenly the two were standing in the middle of a vast desert.

"Here we are! The Desert of many Waters! Gee, I thought it would be filled with water…."

Scorchio pointed to a small brown hut in the distance. "Look! It's the hut! Say, thanks, Windsong! Want to come with me?"

So the two friends set off towards the hut. Little did they know what was in store for them…

~*~*~*~

"In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight," sang a small man cheerfully. He danced around his mud hut banging on bongo drums magically suspended in air. Suddenly he noticed the two beings making their way towards him.

"Oooh! Coming this way are visitors! They want Quest help, yes?" he asked jauntily as the dragon and the faerie reached his hut.

"Um, yah! Are you the Island Mystic?" asked the faerie.

The little man grinned. "Maybe I am, maybe I isn't!"

~*~*~*~

"Windsong, he isn't helping!" groaned Scorchio, quite exasperated indeed. Windsong giggled.

"Sir, we are looking-"

"For the orb of the Water faerie you are!" interjected the funny little man.

Scorchio snorted fire. "What is this? Star Wars? He sounds like Yoda!" "Help I will! Bring me my fee you must!" said the Mystic.

Scorchio and Windsong looked at each other. "Fee? But, we don't have any Neopoints…."

To be continued...