A light scintillated and sparked
THUD!
And down fell devon.
" There's your boy!", shouted the voice.
Makkot and violee ran over to where devon layed. Makkot raised him up. Devon quickly hugged makkot, then pulling back sat on the floor.
The other mockerers stared on with jealous eyes.
" Are you ok devon?", makkot asked.
Devon shook his head sideways, as if trying to adjust to reality.
" Kind of", he said.
Violee smiled. " Thank makkot, he got you back, the death batters were already coming for you".
Makkot pulled him up and devon dusted himself.
A tall tower, brown in colour, like made of sands stood erect opposite their direction. Iron bars stood in the windows and the door was made of steel - portcullis like.
" Go into the tower, you'll rest there, your next task await you tomorrow at dawn", said the voice.
The mockerers walked to the tower. The place was deserted, apart from the tower. Stone and dusts roamed freely as they got tossed by the wind about. The sky retained it's earlier colour, dark, cloudless and sombre. Like the word BLACK inhabited it.
Their footfalls made little difference to the dry and parched ground as they walked on it. The weather was growing frosty. It was a long walk to the tower, it was far ahead and quite a distance from where the people were.
Chits chats began. Some people had to make company.
" Nice stuff you pulled out there mate", a lanky looking man said to makkot. Makkot only nodded. He actually wasn't here to make friends, devon and voilee were enough for him.
" I'm druk", the lanky figure said to makkot. He actually wasn't a bat mocker, he looked like a real human being.
" You know my name already", makkot said to the man.
" Makkot right?", asked the man.
Makkot scoffed. This guy was really pissing him off.
" Seems to me you have magic powers", continued druk .
If makkot had given him a resounding slap, he would have felt better but he didn't. He only remained quiet and stared downwards.
Others were chit chatting and as the druk tried to speak again, makkot cut him short.
" Hey!", he bawled. " Cut of our, I didn't come here to make friends, I came here to win something, so back off".
Druk was near appalled. The response, hell!, he hadn't expected that.
" You're rude", druk remarked.
" And you're stupid", makkot returned.
" Ohhhh!", exclaimed some mockerers.
That infuriated druk and he remained mute.
Devon got nearer to makkot and makkot turned to him.
" How do you cope, where were you, how did you do it", makkot asked devon.
" It was hell!", exclaimed devon. " Pure hell!".
Makkot moved nearer, his voice was now above a whisper. " What happened, found anything new or interesting?".
Devon scoffed. " I found something new and damn! interesting alright, I - I - I -".
Makkot shouted in a whisper. " Speak! Speak!, cut out the drama!".
Violee eyed from her side but remained quiet. She simply stared with some interest.
" I saw the enchanter!".
Makkot paused, he was rooted to the spot by the statement. His eyebrows furrowed and he squinted his eyes as if the sun was too much when there really was no sun.
" Quit the drama and start walking, don't act suspicious, we've got company for Pete's sake", devon said in a whisper.
Makkot reluctantly moved his legs and walked forward. " How?, where?, his he in the game?".
Devon smiled. " Nah, he's a she".
" Wha' dah' - , SHE!".
Devon scoffed. " I thought you knew, I thought you knew the enchanter".
" But he -, SHE!, is hooded, like cloaked, the face hidden and the body seeming manly to me".
" Well, he's a she, the enchanter is female. Wait, how many times did you see the enchanter".
" Only once", came the reply.
" You couldn't have just dismissed her as male. Well, she told me to extend my greetings to you".
" How?".
" When I fell, a bat was falling with me and it told me to fly,I tried but couldn't, so I fell. I fell on a table that broke and the bat had expected me to die. We went to a tree, a really Strange tree 'cos the others were dry and parched. So the bat ate a leaf from the strange tree, and flew to the skies, exploding into a Chinese looking lady who was clothed to a karate robe with a purple stuff tied to the waist. She told me to extend my greeting to you and flew away".
Makkot was baffled. " But how did you know it was the enchanter?".
Devon shrugged. " I mean, who knows you again other than the enchanter. And she has magical powers, some sort of witch".
Makkot cogitated. " The enchanter is a man, the old man told me".
Devon shrugged again and makkot walked up, alone, thinking. Violee joined him.
" Wait", makkot halted voilee. " I must be left alone, sorry".
Voilee went to devon to make Inquiry but makkot quickly spun around and said silently, as if making devon read his lips.
" Tell no one".
Devon got it and nodded in the affirmative.
" What's up with makkot", voilee asked devon. The latter shrugged. " Dunno", he replied as calmly as he could and as casually as possible.
" But -", violee continued.
" I honestly have no idea", cut devon.
Voilee let it go, but deep down she thought there was something fishy going on, and she almost felt bad that as a teammate, she wasn't told.
They continued trudging forward, by now, they were tired and fed up. The sound of their footsteps expressed their langourness. The wind rustled and howled ( it did all the literaly expressions if ought to).
And...
Finally, they were at close range with the brown tower.
The voice suddenly popped up : " Welcome to the BROWN BAT TOWER".
The door was opened wide and the audience viewing it gaped and gasped, expect makkot though. Closer, the tower felt like a roman empire stuff. The walls were sandy, as if made of sand, and it carried a resemblance of a primeval watch tower for guards.
" Enter the tower MOCKERERS!",screamed the voice in such an eccentric way it peeved almost everyone.