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| Dear Diary,
Well, guess I don't need to write about the things Ariel covered, though I'm sure peeved that I finally get to kiss Wolfie and I don't remember a thing of it. In case you are wondering, things that Ariel wrote that are important parts of the story that I don't feel like rewriting are here:
And yes, that series does talk about how I finally got a kiss from Wolfie that I remember, thank you very much, and no, I'm not writing about it here. Now that I realize that other people might read this, no more of that! Now that I'm writing, I'm going to start with the terrible mess we found ourselves in when I found Amber and Ariel. Once I understood where we were and what we were facing, I was figuring Ariel was going to die being pulled home through the void by the mark, that lightwalker was likely to be one of the first eaten by a shadow vampire (he is nice, if a weak sister), Amber along with him. I was planning on cutting lose of Wolfie so he could keep all of his power and really expected him to be the lone survivor to make it through the gate -- maybe. It was really a bad situation. Then Amber said: Why don't we take the star path? The one my dad took? If we drop to earth like he did, we can walk back to the gate and the worst we will face will be any demons that are left after a few hundred years. When we open the gate, the light will pour through and disperse all the vampires. It should be easy. Well. Sure. Easier than just attacking the shadow vampires head on. But at least this plan had some hope. Might even turn out easy. (Hmm, I'm writing this like Ariel when she was depressed. I've got to get out of that voice). While I was wondering how we could find it from our side, it turned out that Amber had used the sight and could see the way into the star path from this side. So, "guns blazing" (now that is a great phrase) we launched the boat off into the star path, breaking through the swarm of shadow vampires clustered there before the rest awoke and buried us. Then, pursued by what seemed like the hordes of you know what, we took off and the boat let us drift to earth without being smashed by falling the almost half a mile through the air that the break dropped us. Wow. What a view, like the milky way or the sky full of stars. Good thing for those who can't fly that we had the boat. It was a long, long way down. Watching shadow vampires spill out of the sky chasing after us, dissolving in the sunlight, I suddenly realized that there were a lot more of them than we had been trying to tell ourselves. Five were not destroyed by the light, the chaos on them twisting their nature and the light. They did not survive the first pass against us, not with the light and the way chaos faded before us. We located the library and the gate, shining in the distance. Then it was a matter of fighting with the insect creatures and trolls spawned by the sand until we reached solid rock where the demons lay, still sleeping and waiting after all these years. Boy, that sounds simple, but it wasn't. We would move slowly, the lightwalker pulsing the light about him to sense the surroundings. We would be trying to find them before they ambushed us. Then bang, a cluster of ravenously hungry, chaos tainted creatures would burst out, coming after us. A sharp, bitter fight, then a rest, then another slow, carefull advance. Boredom and terror mixed together in a world filled with light, sand blowing, and eventually, windsculpted buildings. On the other hand, it was all of us against two or three demons at a time or a cluster of bugs. We saw lots of demon parts, they had been eating each other over the years between the times they spent sleeping or estivating. That there were so few warned us that one of them had done a good job of eating the others. And it had (done a good job of eating the others), which was obvious when we met it resting against the gate, huge and hungry with evil, awakened and waiting for us.
I'm not fond of blurry, hungry, evil green things. At least it wasn't equipped with tentacles like one of the Shalgathi, what a creepy bunch they are. But it stunk so bad and the blood coming out of it when it bled was green acid, just like the acid dripping from its fangs. The slime that covered it was alive with power and identities it had absorbed from the other demons this one had eaten. It was so blurry too. Between the smell and the blur, it was hard to fight through the nausea. When it died, the ruins shuddered and all over the place of books and sleeping memories demons slipped out of their skins and disolved. It had held them through time so that they had not faded. The energy from their passing flowed into it and we had to take it down a second time, but then it was truly gone and we could reach the gate (see below for that story). Standing in a realm of light, with the gate behind him, the lightwalker was able to dissolve all the shadows on the other side and then the gate connected and we were free to go home. And to a bath -- I've never needed one more. |
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