Spyglass in the Week
‘a short story in Glass Keepers’
Not only was it going to be a disaster, the entire moon would probably collapse. Tselera watched helplessly as Alastelle was screaming in pain, as the power of thunder was torn from him like the way a phoenix devours a Laekna. Desperate for help, Tselera pounded on the mahogany box with all her might, even throwing on the ground, but the box would still not give way. “Pandora!” the aurora phoenix screamed to the skies.
The mahogany box opened and the esssence of the moon emerged. The aurora phoenix was faced with a green haze, and Pandora rose. “Why disturb my slumber?” she asked wearily.
“I need your help!” Tselera was very annoyed that the aura phoenix was indifferent toward their plight. “Everything has suddenly turned dark, and the sun seems to have been eaten. Don’t just lie there!”
“Patience is a virtue”, Pandora looked into her eyes. “Let me think.” Tselera watched as Pandora closed her eyes. She could hear the guardian of this moon chant words under her breath, words of a language that Tselera had never heard of: “Skildu þrumur einn! Ég býð þér, tungl kerfisins, garður af ríki mínu!Þú verður ekki eyða orku sinni fyrir þig. Reiðarþrumunum er að vera vinstri frið!” She repeated this over and over again, and Tselera noticed that Alastelle was slowly recovering. Soon, he was hovering in the air and had a shocked look on his face.
“There”, Pandora stated nonchantly. “I saved your friend of thunder. Sorry, but I can’t do anything about the darkening skies of my realm. In order to bring light back to my garden, you must find my Intellect Spyglass. Take my orb with you.” The aura phoenix thrust an orb decorated with flowers and of blossoming nature into Tselera’s claws. “Clear my orb, clear your mind. Relieve yourself from any distractions. I can only help you.” Tselera went into a meditation stance, spreading her wings as far as she could, and crossing one of her legs over the other. She breathed in and out, and an image started to form. She could see a planet, a planet of any she had never seen before, or was that an asteroid? She could not discern, but she could see flowers, discolored ones in the landscape. Tselera could feel as if she was really there. She flew far and wide across the asteroid until she stumbled upon a flower, a flower like no other, with such a strong presence. This flower would help them in what way? It was colored light blue, a color of blue that Tselera had never seen, with sparks in the center. This was not any ordinary flower, could it be the essence of the asteroid-planet? How would this flower, or whatever relic it was, help them find the Intellect Spyglass?
“I saw this place”, Tselera breathed. “It is filled with no life except for flowers. What is this place?”
“It is Opasea”, Pandora told her. “Opasea was meant to orignally have been a planet, but it is an asteroid. Be careful and tread cautiously. At all costs, try to avoid the asteroid dragon! He guards the Blue Medley, the flower you seek which shall divulge the location of my Intellect Spyglass!” Tselera heard Pandora mutter a spell, and an irregular-shaped portal emerged. “Good luck!” Tselera and Alastelle entered, and that was when Tselera realized she had forgotten Pandora’s orb. It was too late however, they were halfway there.
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“That portal is quite tiresome!” Alastelle exclaimed after they arrived at Opasea. Surprisingly, Tselera was no longer frustrated at him. She nodded as tears welled up in her eyes. “I am sorry Alastelle”, she gazed at him longingly. Alastelle placed a reassuring wing around the aurora phoenix. “No, I should be sorry”, he whispered almost inaudibly. “It is my fault. You are about to leave for Shiri, and I perhaps would never see you again. I will also cherish the time we have had together.” Tselera and Alastelle embraced.
“Come on!” the thunder phoenix smiled. “I will race you to that cave over there!”
Tselera was deep in thought. If she recalled, they had to fly into one of the flowers, if they were even flowers to acquire the Blue Medley. The cave was probably the lair of the dragon. But she was too late. Alastelle flew into the cave, and seconds later she heard a loud shriek of what sounded like pain. The dragon emerged with the thunder phoenix under one of its claws. The dragon bellowed, and Tselera could not comprehend its words. Yet, Alastelle had not given up. He had transformed into Spatix and was slashing at the dragon viciously with his sword, Bronte. Tselera flew to help him. Together, they slashed at the dragon, but they were completely outmatched by both its size and its power. The aurora phoenix dodged its blow, but Alastelle took it full force. The thunder phoenix crashed onto the ground with a loud boom.
“No!!!!” Tselera could not believe this was happening. “Leave him alone!” She pointed Mauvelet at the dragon. The aurora phoenix cast a translation spell, and was horrified at what the dragon was saying: “Get away, you weakling phoenixes. You are no match for a dragon like me. I am the guardian of Opasea, and no one snatches the Blue Medley.”
Tselera negotiated in regular phoenix language and using a translation spell, translated it into dragon language. She noticed that the dragon had softened a little. “I apologize for hurting your friend. I thought you were trying to smash my home to pieces. Let me help you. Enter the fifth flower and within that flower is another flower and after three more flowers, you will find the Blue Medley. Good luck, miss phoenix. Please respect my cordiality, and excuse me. This asteroid has been in extreme penury and I do not mean to thwart your mission. I have perused your purpose carefully, and understand your motives. It is of my doing that has made Opasea an inauspicious place, place of rotting nature. It was a presage foretold by a certain phoenix by the name of Pandora who was more than determined to determine the future of this asteroid. Ever since Pandora placed me here, I have been engrossed in the welfare of this asteroid. In a few years, it will fall apart and I will die, but I will not let your phoenix friend to be interred. He does not deserve that. Ah, but you must dispatch and at once! I shall tend to your friend! Oh, how the rigors have brought much sadness and despair!”
Tselera left at once and flew into the fifth flower in the line of flowers. She felt herself fall until she rested gently on a flower, the Blue Medley! She reached into the Blue Medley ignoring the fiery sparks and uncovered the Intellect Spyglass, much to her delight! She flew upwards, gasping for breath and rushing towards the dragon. “How is he?”
“He is recovering slowly. I am using the power of Opasea even if it will result in my death. Here, give me the Blue Medley. In order to save your friend, I have to make a sacrifice, a sacrifice of my life.” Tselera watched, almost weeping as the dragon transferred all the power to the Blue Medley and spread his dust all over Alastelle. Alas, when Alastelle awoke, the dragon had died, and the Blue Medley had no power left. Tselera awoke Alastelle. “Hurry, we must leave!” Then, the aurora phoenix screamed. A headache hit her and she fell to the ground. “The aurora!” she panted. “I must leave for Shiri at once! War is looming over the horizon!”
“You must leave?” Alastelle sobbed. “You can’t. You have to say goodbye-
“No”, Tselera interrupted him. “I will miss you Alastelle. I will love you forever. No one can ever replace you. Care for Castina, will you?” The aurora phoenix tearfully forged a portal with Mauvelet and transformed into Murmix. She embraced the thunder phoenix, and they cried for what seemed like a long time. “I will miss you”, Alastelle hugged her tightly. “Goodbye, dear Tselera. Goodbye.”
As Tselera entered the portal, a reflection of the past swept over her mind. I have had many good times with Alastelle. I will never forget him nor the quests we have been on. I have to say that both of us are the Glass Keepers, protecting and saving a relic that will help bring light back to Pandora’s Realm. We did not take long to find the Intellect Spyglass, but we found it in a week. One day, when I feel nostalgic, I will write a chronicle of my adventures, together known as The Glass Keepers with this adventure and my last as Spyglass in the Week. Ah, such good memories. I will always cherish them.