Miroza's Dreams

 Miraoza thought about all the memories she had as a child while in her sleep. They were bittersweet memories, ones she wanted to keep a strong grip on. All these memories were replayed in her mind as eons passed, and the tree above her prison grew older and older as her memories fed its roots...

 Miroza was born just before Apophis entered Zios's mind. Zios had offered some of his soul for Mira, and using his soul shard she gave birth to the Star egg. The egg was Miroza, and she nursed it in her shrine nonstop before the peeps of Miroza could be heard. All of Jamaa had gathered to witness Miroza's birth, and as she pecked her way into the lush land of peace and animals, Miroza felt the joys and sorrows of millions of Jamaasians stream into her heart, and from that moment on she was as wise as Cosmo, who listened to the vast pool of the plants' knowledge.
 However, as the land grew dark and foul, Mira grew fearful of the scammer group in Jamaa rising, and their partner group, the hackers, and hid Miroza from the naked eye. She even dared wipe the memories clean of every witness to protect her baby.
"Why have you hid me in this pit?" Miroza asked her mother one day when Mira hid her in a pit in the Coraxese ice palaces. The last pure tears of Mira streamed down Mira's beak, and they turned into three kestrels, one red, one blue, one yellow.
"I will meet with the Alphas and Father, Miroza. If I never return... name yourself Daughter Sky. Let these kestrels guide you, and never leave them," Mira told Ｍiroza. Miroza stayed in the pit, relying on a small jar of Greek Fire to warm her. Mira never returned, and after two days the kestrels guided her to the Alpha hut. The bronze-colored heron asked the alphas what to do, and the Alphas told her to stay in the aviary while they fought the phantoms. Miroza played with the owls and other various birds, but grew bored.
"I will find Mother,"she had vowed, and escaped from the aviary on a particularly dark night. It was the Winter solstice, December 21st.
 Miroza hadn't realized it, but the Phantom King and Queen had their eyes set on the only Jamaasian deity left for them to kill. Flying through the clouds, she met a gang of phantom assassins, and gallons of ichor poured from Miroza as she fought them with powers of sky.
 Miroza managed to escape, and went over her memories of frolicing in the woods with the satyrs day after lazy day...

 The Alphas had found her, but she only managed to get healing from Cosmo and the power to bend metal from Graham before the phantoms captured the alphas in a cube of ice, where they fought many legions of phantoms. Miroza had no choice but to flee to the Forgotten Valley, where she defended the elves. The elves died, however, and she went to defend the clans, but they were pummeled to exhaustion and she had no choice but to leave. Miroza traveled day and night, many weeks during the year, yet only witnessed the deaths of many Jammers. Blood stained the grass, and the population went down into the hundreds before the Alphas showed themselves at Jamaa Township, where they defended the stragglers. Miroza was not so lucky as the Jamaasians, though.
 More ichor and blood spilled as she traveled to a safe place, and yet she only destroyed where she stayed. The phantoms chased her until she was cornered in her father's temple, where she summoned her father's powers. However, because he was weak and she was not good at channeling magic, the temple exploded and most of the buildings were ruined. The remaining fell into disrepair.
 Every single phantom channeled Apophis's power, and chains of shadow bound Miroza to the small room, where she fell into a deep sleep.

 Miroza remembered this, and winced. No matter how thick the dust was over her, she still could feel emotion. Someday...she would get revenge on Apophis for what he had done.

Plans and Ideals Part Two

(P.S. Sorry guys that this post was overdue! I was busy and had no inspiration for the few days I stayed away from my blog. Get ready, Greely fans, because he may disappear from the blog for a while...)

 "How are we going to rescue Otto?" Amelia asked Harper, horrified by Apophis's cruelty.
" We have to cut open Apophis's belly to reach him. No rescuing the other alphas, or we may set off the alarm. No even rescuing Marco and Greely." Harper whispered, careful not to let their captors overhear. Amelia winced at the thought of ichor and phantom gunk (Apophis regularly ate his old minions) pouring on her beautiful orange fur, not that she cared, but it would take three hours to wash off the stench.
 "Ready?" Harper asked her.
"Ready when you are," Amelia answered. As usual, she made the mistake of being bold. Harper teleported before she could finish her sentence, and she barely had time to correspond before Harper's spell to make the phantoms think  they had been taken out by their comrades lock her in.
" Get your claws ready," Harper instructed her. Even though Amelia had been with the Alphas just as long, Harper was more powerful and a better expert on serpents. Amelia unsheathed her claws, and Harper did the same. Apophis was curled up in sleep ahead of them, completely unaware of his attackers. Before they cut him, though, some phantoms saw them and shouted," Intruders! Secure all exits, Roger it!" Amelia sighed, and they both lunged fearlessly.
 As Amelia had imagined, ichor and gunk poured on them, but also some of Apophis's innards. They had just enough time to melt Otto's prison with a Brisingr spell before Apophis's belly sealed over as more foul thoughts came into being. Apophis growled, and Greely's case came into his mouth.
"Hand over my little Moko, or HE dies!" Apophis snarled. The other Alphas were now freed and fought the phantoms, but apparently Greely was still in his dreamless sleep.
"Don't hand Otto over, he wants to manipulate you. We will revive him later," Harper assured Amelia. Amelia was brought to tears by how somber Greely's expression was.
"G-Greely, I'll bring you back..." she choked, staring at the bloody ground. Apophis's jaws closed in around Greely, and the wolf was blasted to nothing. The floor cracked around them, and Amelia sobbed her heart out as they came back to the Soup Day table, one alpha gained and one lost forever.


 To Be Ended Happily, Someday....

Plans and Ideals

In my last post, Otto was captured as a hostage. Now, it is past the anniversary of my first story (yesterday was the anniversary), and it is time for the Alphas to make plans about what to do...

 Plans and Ideals

 by Amy Jiao

 All the alphas sat at a round table, careful not to crush their seats. One seat was empty, however, and that was Otto's immense chair. All the alphas liked  him, and without him they felt empty.
" We must rescue him!" Marco shouted, pounding the table and spilling his clam chowder. Graham was eating alphabet soup, and shook his head wistfully.
"Marco, that was an ideal, and we do not do ideals in this case. We have made today Soup Day to clear our minds, not to discuss such a crime as ideals." Graham said. He had his own ideals to purse, but to rescue Otto so quickly was a betrayal of what they had planned. That, was simply an ideal to wipe out the emptiness. Lisa poured plenty of soy sauce and Kung Pow Yow! sauce on her Ramen. 
" We could melt his bonds with the proper spell..." she muttered, paying more attention to her cane and noodles than what she was saying. Lisa's suggestion was good, but Greely shook his head, his armor jingling.
"As far as I know, they've put up metal casing around Otto. We would have to melt it from the inside to melt his bonds, but that would roast him. Besides, they also put him to sleep to properly torture him. They could just freeze him again." Greely was an expert on dark magic, and knew how to turn the phantoms against each other. However, he apparently was befuddled.
" Tsk, tsk. I am not trying to be sassy but to be nice. We could just leave him there to rot. Otto isn't as powerful as Lisa or Greely, maybe even Amelia, who usually is with the phantom rebels. After all, it IS hopeless." Sophia muttered through a mouth full of barley noodles. Cornelius shook his head.
" Anyone who can call on the wisdom of dragons knows this: a host of a deity is a host of power. We cannot leave him to die, and it is very likely that they will ask a ransom for him. Otto is one that we indeed not intend to lose." Cornelius said.
" And I can feel the phantoms skimming his memories for intelligence on our whereabouts. Blood and dust shall spill on our lush land if they gain any more information," Harper whispered. The tufts of fur behind her head were raised, which meant Cithara helped her choose her words. Just then, as everyone finished their soup, the ground rumbled.
"W-what is happening?" Amelia cried, trying to finish her Marie's Chicken Pot Pie. A fissure opened up below them, and the Alphas fell into darkness.

 Amelia and Harper awoke to find themselves in two, black cages made from pewter. The other alphas were down below, encrusted in bronze and a thin layer of bubble, with phantoms sucking on the metal. They all were in positions of sleep, as if the phantoms had put them to sleep before putting the case on them. It looked like they were next, so they muttered some charms to protect themselves.
" Is this the phantom castle Otto and I spoke of?" Harper muttered to herself. Amelia nodded.
" Must be, since there are aplenty phantoms and obsidian in here." Amelia said, remembering the raid she and the rebels had done on the phantom stronghold. They groped with their minds for Otto, and found him in a gruesome spot, in Apophis's gullet. He was a bronze statue frozen in ice, inside the transparent belly of Apophis. Apophis was in a giant straw basket his minions had made for him, and apparently asleep, to torture Otto in his dreams.
"That," Harper whispered in a more hushed voice than normal, "confirms my question."

 The End Of The Beginning And To Be Continued...

The Mira Gate Part Two

When they had their fill of resting, Ruby, Otto, Cornelius and Edmund went past the wheel. All of a sudden, they were in the courtyard, stepping carefully over cracked blocks and bowls. Flowers and vines grew everywhere, and nobody ceased to admire anything. The phantoms floated around, guarding a small, rusted bronze key in a cage.
" So how do we get the key?" Ruby asked Otto in a hushed voice. Otto shrugged.
" We destroy them, and find a way to destroy the cage,"he suggested.
"That's MY Otto." she said, slapping him on the back with a horn.
"Ow!" 
The other African Alphas had overheard them, and were storing up mana while they waited for a phantom to attack.
" There!" a phantom rasped, pointing at them.
" Alphas, attack!" Otto shouted, and they charged. The phantoms clashed, too.

 Soon, all the phantoms lay on the ground in piles of tears and dust.They all ran past them to the cage. Ruby rammed it, but it held.
" Now, we need more brains than brawn," Edmund said, although it was pretty obvious already. They rammed the cage, picked the lock, stomped on it, chanted their true names, even cast explosive spells, but nothing, not even their true names, would break it.
" Maybe we need to all ram it at once," Cornelius hissed." After all, Mira said that only we can do this quest." They did it, and the key fell out.
 Edmund grabbed the key between his teeth, and they walked into the Chamber Of Strength.

 Many machines to enhance strength were in there, but no dream gate. They ascended the steps...until they reached the top, an open tower.
"Why have you come to the dream gate..." the large phantom next to the swirling mass of blue energy snarled.
"We are here to lock it," Edmund replied, getting reckless. The phantom laughed.
" Mira shall die, young ones! Defy me if you wish to, but otherwise... well, then you shall be rewarded. Ruby threw a pie, and the phantom got nailed. It dissipated, but started to rearrange itself.
" Hurry, before it is reborn!" Otto shouted. Cornelius fumbled to slide the key into the dream gate in the cold gust. He locked the gate, and took a deep breath. Ruby, Edmund and Cornelius rose up on the gale to ride home, but Otto was too heavy. He started to run, but the gale was too strong.
 Unluckily, at that moment the phantom was reborn. Ice crept along the stone, and encased Otto. Otto was frozen solid in no time.
"No!" Ruby shouted. She tried to hop off, but Edmund stopped her. Otto was held in a prison of ice, as a helpless hostage despite his might, and the Alphas would have to wait and see what would happen...


 The End of the Beginning...

The Mira Gate

 In my previous Amelia's Vow post, I had mentioned the Lost Temple of Mira. However, the location disappeared from my blog for a while afterwards, and I have wondered, "Why did Mira's temple fall oh so long ago?" But now, I have the answer. This is as close as to what really happened, although Harper's magic may have tampered with it.
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 Lisa snuck into Jamaa Township, carefully examining the center. Only a few wandering phantoms and late night Jammers stood in the square.
"What will I do?" she asked Mira through her cane. The pink gem glowed a bit, animal shadows floating around in it. Lisa almost ripped off a leaf to eat before Mira answered.
"Put the onlookers to sleep. Use a spell that will wear off at dawn. What I will say will take that long to discuss."Mira whispered. Lisa was reluctant, but she cast the spell quietly. When she was sure that everyone who could stop her and talk was asleep, she moved like a ninja to the crumbling shrine. 
 There, the turquoise statue of Mira stood, her eyes closed and her leg lifted as she was about to cry a phantom into existence, but had been frozen before her last birth. The statue hadn't changed even since Elvanto poisoned her.
 Lisa took out Mira's stone, and rubbed it against the bronze. Fire slapped her, and she let go of the stone as it fused with the statue. The metal around it started to melt, and the outer shell crumbled to reveal the pure grey and brown bronze underneath, where it had frozen Mira just before she fell into a deep sleep.
"All hail to Mother Sky," she muttered as the coat slid off as easily as one would discard a T-shirt. Mira shook her head to get rid of her drowsiness. Lisa bowed, but Mira disregarded the gesture of respect. Mira always didn't like respect, because she gave all her respect to the ultimate creator of the cosmic powers, Zios. No god before him had existed, not even God, as the Jamaasians believed.  
 "Why did you summon me in my dreams?" Lisa asked Mira. "My dreams were pleasant enough sunbathing in Crystal Sands and boogieing with Captain Melville (my oh my, was he hunky when dreaming, Lisa thought) before you summoned me to the wilting willow tree. This message would better be good to sap Jamaa's powers for it, waking you before the right time, I mean." Mira didn't look impressed by Lisa's complaining.
"Necessity trumps ideals," Mira said. " Listen closely, because I am assigning a crucial mission to the African Alphas. The phantoms have unlocked the gate to my dreams in my temple, and therefore drain my energy through the gate. Only Otto, Ruby, Edmund and Cornelius together can find the key, and lock the door away forevermore."
 Even when she spoke, Mira looked exhausted, and Lisa decided that they had about three days before Mira became a pure statue.
" As you wish, Mother Sky Of All Life." Lisa said, and dove into the woods just as dawn broke, splicing the stone from Mira and reenacting the curse.

 "We have to go with this idiot!?!?" screeched Ruby and Edmund as Marco gently broke the news to them. Ruby and Edmund pointed at each other, hoof bending at hoof. Marco sighed.
"Yes, both of you. Swear on my implanted foot horns that you will cause no mischief." he said in a serious voice. Cosmo had once drilled metal thorns into Marco's feet, and now a gentle kick from him could dislocate your leg.
" We swear on Marco's stupid foot horns that we will cause ZERO mischief." Edmund and Ruby muttered reluctantly.
"I heard that!" Marco cried. Otto and Cornelius were packing in the room, and by the time that both Ruby and Edmund had brushed their teeth, they were ready for a two-day trip to the haunted ruins.
" A can of mace would be what the doctor ordered so that I can spray it on this idiot," Ruby and Edmund murmured at each other. When they heard the other's remark, they huffed and turned away. The rest of the trudge to the northern ruins was silent, even among Otto and Cornelius.

 When they arrived, the Parthenon-style temple rose dauntingly before them, as if the entrance wanted to swallow the quartet. The inner courtyard was large, with many small temples inside and a exact replica of Mira's statue in the middle, but phantom sentries patrolled the entire border. 
"What shall we do?" Edmund muttered.
" We can't kick our way out of this..." Cornelius added.
"...But we'll have to do some punching, too." Ruby and Otto muttered as they stood on two legs and got their paws ready for combat.
 The initial battle was short-lived, as the Alphas had a larger pool of knowledge than the sentries, and soon dead globs of dark tears lay on the ground, slowly disintegrating into the fabric of time and space. They entered the gates,but with dismay entered only to see a gatekeeper's  post.
"Greetings, young ones," the elder kestrel perched on a leg of the phantom-shaped wheel hissed. The eye inside of the rock peered in all directions, yearning for something beautiful to pop up in the courtyard.
" We are the Time Gatekeepers, servants of Mother Mira. However, the mistress is gone for now, and we cannot rid the temple of these pesky pests of phantoms." the stone frog babbled on the other arm. The mist coming from it's mouth spoke, and had some sort of specter's feel to it. A blue gem on it's fat belly swirled with mystery, sometimes glowing like a prism in light.
"So, is it riddle time?" Cornelius asked the Gatekeepers, ready for the first question.
"Very well, overgrown lizard. What runs around a field, but doesn't move and hurts the mind after a while?" the kestrel snarled, it's graying feathers ruffled by his rudeness.
" It's a fence, since it runs along a field's borders. It hurts the mind after some gazing from the interior, for the prisoner is maddened by being bound" Ruby said. The kestrel looked emotionless. 
"Correct, Charger-and-Crocodile-Trampler. Now, for the next riddle." the stone frog said. Cornelius's back still ached where Ruby had trampled him.
"What plays but only speaks?" the kestrel asked them all.
"A loudspeaker!" Edmund cried.
"Correct,"the stone frog said, it's voice distant. The blue mist had been distracted by some yummy vines on the pillars.
"Finally, what spews smoke, is a mind-slave, and runs at 200 mph maximum?" the kestrel asked them. Clearly, it was a Twoleg item, because even its partner, the stone frog, looked baffled.
After moments of silence, Cornelius answered after Sophia had instructed him in Twoleg Studies. 
"It's an automobile!" he cried. The kestrel smiled, and the frog looked amazed by his speed.
"You may pass, but beyond the wheel is danger. Rest here while you can, for you are locked here until you fulfill the full extent of your mission," the stone frog warned. The two spirits dissipated into a cool breeze, and flew away. The wheel turned, and it became a cross embedded in the soil. The cross seemed to radiate good, because all the phantoms were wary around it. One unlucky sentry got burned up getting too close.
"We shall rest,as the Time Gatekeepers are true to their word," Otto said. The other African Alphas followed his example without any defiance.

 To be continued...

Graham's Gems

There are many stones in Jamaa, from the diamond phantom to the golden, from the Diamond on Display and the other jewels. However, two new items have story to them, and today I will tell you their story. Gather around, my readers, and listen carefully...

 

 Graham liked jewels, and often forged jewelry for the Alphas with the Zios steel he had gathered over his lifetime. However, he still was intent on one thing. Graham, and Graham alone, would forge marvelous jewels for the Jammers.
 First, he gathered jewels from the ends of the land.
"Now, where do I get garnets?" he asked himself as he wandered around Jamaa, armed with nothing but a hammer, a pickax, a map, and a jar of fireflies.
 He soon gathered all the things he needed, and retreated to the Temple Of Trivia, where he stayed inside the tree where artifacts were preserved, and summoned an anvil to work on. With Graham's excellent craftsmanship  he created diamond phantoms, golden phantoms, diamonds that he later put on displays, and the most perfect rings.  However, even by the next day, and the next, and the next, he just couldn't get one thing right, which were the birthstones and the displays they could be placed on.
" I just can't find the perfect jewels and steel for my creations!" Graham cried, banging the anvil as he carried his misshapen jewels to the water for rebirth as minerals and rocks. Suddenly, an idea was formed in Graham's mind, and he shaped it like moist clay as he pondered, and pondered, and pondered. Now, he had the idea as thick as marble, and he scampered off to Mount Shiveer.

 At the flat plateau where tourists went, he hurried over to the campfire he sometimes told cold hikers stories. There, flawless gold was in the mining tunnel to the beach. Cries of happy swimmers and calls of tropical birds echoed up the tunnel, and Graham shivered. Since he was a New World monkey, he felt cold in this sort of place.
"It's Graham!" a spring-bather shouted, but by then he was already inside Lisa's patchwork tent. The campfire was warm, and the rumble of his shabby hot cocoa machine was warmer still, and Graham wrapped himself in warm robes Lisa had sewn for cold Jammers. 
 Long ago, Graham had built the machine, and it nearly exploded due to a cocoa bean overload. Graham smiled as he remembered the shock when he saw the machine leaking cream and cocoa beans.
"Ah, the good old days." he said." Back when we didn't have dilly dally tablets and water slides, although the Twoleg stuff has some mean blueprints." He got a hot cocoa cup from his machine, and had to push the arms that gave you toppings back in due to cocoa rust.

 After some time warming up his hands near the fireplace and looking at the Ram spirit stone, he finally decided that he would mine some jewels here. Graham put his map in his bag, and hurried out with down robes on.
 His paws felt numb wading through several feet of snow, but he finally arrived at the campfire, where he could relieve his feet near the hot coals. Graham saw the orbs of jewels inserted carefully into the rock, and crafted a missile launcher from scrap metal.
"Get ready for Armageddon, phantom fossils," Graham muttered, and fired the first decoy jewel. The phantom spirits Greely had long ago locked inside the fossils writhed as their holds of jewels fell into the narrow pit down to the woods, dissipating into the void of trees. When the grip of the fossils was weakened, he took some of the jewels.
 Nobody knows this yet, but the jewels he took were made by Mira from the same material as Elf Steel and Spirit Stone, so it had many magical properties. The celestial material is so powerful, that only Mira knows how many powers it has. Not even Graham knows.
 Graham chiseled out the gold, and was about to teleport for the tree when ominous clouds gathered around the peak. He had just enough time to transport the yaks grazing nearby for the Coraxese ice palaces, drawing on Cornelius's powers, when phantoms descended. 
"This is our gold and jewels, and ours alone. We stole the Spirit Stones for their value in supplying Jamaa and it's allies with minions, and we shall KEEP THEM!" an exceptionally large phantom boomed, yet without any mouth. Graham guessed that the large one was one of the Phantom King's friends, and he wouldn't give up the jewels and steel he had gotten for the Jammers. 
" The Spirit Stones rightfully belong to US, petty one, and Jamaasians don't cower in the shadows, as phantoms do." Graham shouted. The large phantom's body turned beet red with anger, and Graham got ready for battle.

 Graham was experienced, and he knew how to slay a phantom, or any other beast, as easily as he would wield a hammer. He killed off the phantoms with ease, and had barely gotten injured by the time the beasts fled.
 Teleporting back, he hammered the jewels into birthstones, carving phantom shapes in magical poses to protect the jewel, the owner, and wish them a happy life, and to also remind them of his short-lived battle.
" The little ones will LOVE this!" he exclaimed proudly, and sent them to Lisa to be placed in shops. Despite their "giraffe Spirit Stone" rivalry, she usually approved his projects. But before he did much else, he chipped some wood off the elder tree.  He shaped that into a circle, and etched the symbols of some of the Jamaasian elements, Life, Shadow, Fire and Beauty, although Water and Rock would have been more appropriate. He traced and carved a rim for the wood as carefully as he would a shield, and put molten jewels into marble jars.
" This shield is valuable, Jamaasian. Once you have finished your birthstone collection, you have power over every season and month. It is a margin of the Jamaasian power, but it is dangerous unleashed." he etched on the wood as the jewels cooled. He hung from a root in the ceiling like a bat and slept for a moment, waiting for the cooldown.
 Graham awoke to find the jewels molded securely into the marble. He took a banana from his bag, and ate it while he molded the marble bowls into the wood. Each birthstone glimmered, and he placed the birthstones on each corresponding bowl. The shield emitted rainbow colors as it tapped into the powers of the Elves.
 " I shall do replicas," he decided, and made replicas as quick as a scared cockroach. He sent them to Lisa smugly as he buried the jewels in the silt with his anvil, feeling good after a day's work.


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The Immortal Potion

There will be heroes of the next generation that will avenge Mira, and eventually take the role of the Alphas, for the Alphas cannot fight forever. Here is what Cosmo had to do to learn this unhappy but true statement...


 The Forever Potion

 by Amy Jiao

 Cosmo was inside the Chamber of Knowledge, sitting on the ladder and furiously mixing random herbs. Since Kindear had long ago pronounced the Alpha's fates, he had started to find a way to extend the Alpha's strength until the hero came, and Cosmo had been unsuccessful. So far, all he'd achieved was growing large plants that leeched onto stone, blew up caverns in the Forgotten Valley, and Edmund blowing fire like a blowtorch. Nothing that would preserve strength, as both Mira and Zios, mighty deities, had succumbed to the evils in every one of Jamaa's nooks and crannies. 
"Was it rosemary and sage, then stir clockwise, or was it honey and fern and buttercup and a teaspoon of moss, then stir counterclockwise?" he muttered to himself. Cosmo had consulted every little book of runes and spells, but he hadn't found any to make a strength-preserving potion.
" Wait.." Cosmo looked at a small recipe book on the bottom of the shelf, and flipped through. He hadn't noticed it before, and suddenly found the concoction's recipe at the very back.
"Eureka!" he shouted, and gathered the ingredients. He found some moss, sand, sacred water, turtle shells, sand dollars, one of Mira's feathers, and a bunch of unripe bananas, and mixed in a vial. He shook it with a stopper on, poured it between two vials, consulted the plants for advice on handling their kin, and stirred in random directions. Soon, he had mixed a muddy drink.
 Cosmo drank a sip, and a burst of energy came with the flavor of liquid eucalyptus, without fading. Suddenly, his mother's spirit appeared next to him, and frowned.
"What?"he asked her. Cosmo never liked seeing his mother anguished.
"Cosmo, that potion was never meant to be. It can be lethal if the wrong amount of sips is taken, and falling into the wrong paws would be inevitable."she said quietly. Cosmo was shocked, then angry.
"I have come so far, and I have to destroy this?! I would be throwing away decades of work!" he snarled, and got up. His mother looked angry, too.
"My dear, you have no idea what it is worth. It is enough to save Miroza, revive Mira and Zios too, but by then the alphas would not be all able to have a sip. Keep the recipe, but hide it with all your powers." Cosmo's mother said wisely. It was a good reason, and Cosmo stopped snarling.
"Okay, Mother, but I will keep the potion with the book, but enchant it so that only a Jammer with a pure heart can take it out." he said.
"It will be only used in a time of need." His mother went back to the spirit worlds in satisfaction, and Cosmo put his failed potions on the top of a high shelf, and hid the potion and the book under the trapdoor, chanting every concealment spell he could think of. As for what he did later on, he strove to provide the Jamaasians with his services, and train them to take the burden of his role, as the Jamaasians never back down from their war with evil.

 However, evil is not always as simple as poisoned hearts...

 The world pushes us with no mercy, and "good" crawls away in fear.
However, when forces push against the terrible fate, everyone cries out
EVIL.

Amelia's Hunt

Amelia pursed the scent of the fleeing deer, and jumped over some fallen logs with moss on it. The purple moss seemed to move, and Amelia noticed that it was slime mold, fresh after a fresh rain. She stopped to drink some water in a puddle, then kept pursing her prey. She jumped over one rock, two rocks, three rocks, and a log... A clearing appeared, and the buck seemed to see her. It stood there, frozen in fear. Amelia prayed to Mother Sky to forgive her, then slashed her sharp claws across it's neck. The deer dropped, and she dodged in time to get a hold on it's scruff  and drag it through the woods.
"Nice catch there, Amelia."the wild foxes muttered. Amelia beamed, and dragged it all the way to the Alpha hut, and Cosmo looked happy.
"I'll cook deer soup tonight, Amelia. Your game is getting larger. Maybe you could go hunt down some phantoms and kill them!" Cosmo said excitedly.
Amelia rushed out, and sniffed the air. The phantom rebels were nearby, and their scent was getting fainter by the seconds. They probably were pursing some phantoms to fight, and ask if they would join their cause or die. Amelia decided to follow them.
"What are you hunting, Amelia?" Roban asked her as he crept out of a bush. He was a rogue fox, one that had heard many stories about her, and eventually found her and befriended her.
"I am hunting phantoms," she said. Roban's eyes twinkled with delight.
"Can you bring me a carcass to dissect!?"he asked her. Amelia grinned, and swished her tail.
"I will, Roban." she promised, and ran off. She knew that a vow she made was a vow she couldn't break, so Amelia ran with renewed strength.

 When she caught up with the rebels, she saw Serena and her elite guards setting up camp while the other rebels cleared some territory out for a campsite.
"How are you doing?" Amelia asked the rebels. They bowed before her.
"Very well, Amelia, Rogue and Alpha, and you may do what you wish with us." the elite guards said, and even Serena said that. The rebels pledged themselves to her because she had power over normal phantoms, and could convince them to join the rebels or do the impossible.
"I would like to hunt down the phantoms with you,"she said, and Serena nodded, which shook her entire body.
"Very well. Our meal tonight is rabbit ribs and goat liver, but we can give you strawberry ice cream instead." Serena said.
"I will take the ice cream., because the Alphas will deliver my meal." she said. Serena bowed, and gave Amelia a silk square the size of a bubblegum stick. Instantly, it unfolded into a fox-size teepee.  Amelia gasped, and slid into her tent.
"Rest easy, for we shall purse the phantoms tommorow at Nine o' clock sharp."Serena called into the tent. Amelia ate her ice cream, then rubbed her belly. Cosmo suddenly teleported to her, and she took her bowl of stew from his paws. He smiled, and teleported back.

 The next day, Amelia ate so much waffle and syrup that her mouth was glued to her napkin when she left the table.
"How was our gourmet breakfast?" Serena asked her.
"Eerry Foud." Amelia gargled. She meant to say "Very Good,"but her napkin blocked good grammer in speech.
"Here, I'll yank your napkin off so that you can rip your horrible fangs into the phantoms." Serena said. Amelia liked how nice Serena was and how tomboyish she was, since all the other female alphas went with the sterotype of society, and Peck only was a lil' brat, unlike what some people think of her. Serena tugged, and tugged, and tugged, and yet the napkin would NOT come off.
"Pull away!" Serena shouted, yet her body only trembled from tugging, not speaking. The silence of Serena's body still sent a chill down Amelia's spine. Amelia pulled, and Serena pulled, and soon the napkin came off with a POP.
"Thanks, bud." Amelia told Serena, and went to the inflatable well to wash her muzzle.

 All the rebels were now in pursit of the evil phantoms, and had took the camp down in a matter of seconds. The zaps of the phantoms charred the forest, and yet they still stayed in the underbrush of Sarperia Forest. As the scent of evil teardrops got closer, Serena looked back at Amelia.
"We're getting close!" she shouted.Amelia simply quivered with excitement. Soon, they burst through the bushes to find the phantoms attacking a family of hedgehogs in their maze of a den.
" Move it!" she shouted at a twig, and the twig cleared the maze of obstacles. The two-legged phantoms wandered around, while the larger rebels destroyed them with ease. Apparently, they were too primitive to fight back. Amelia saw a lone hedgehog in the maze whereas the others had escaped, and it ran through. Amelia watched in wonder as it ate gems, and gobbled up the phantoms while picking up their spilled food. When it escaped, its family treated it like a hero.
"So, shall I take a carcass?" she asked Serena. Serena nodded, as she also valued battle trophies. However, Amelia would give it to a special someone.

 "Cool!" Roban exclaimed as he tore apart the phantom and took out some of it's organs.
" You're welcome." Amelia said before he could thank her, and dashed into the woods to evade his yucky dissecting. Once again, she was on the hunt using Greely's skills.
 As for the hedgehogs, the den area was later set up for Jammers to play the game Hedgehog there, and now anyone can play a simulation of the brave hedgehog's bravery.

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The Door

The phantoms boarded up the door as Miroza pounded on the door.

"She'll never escape."the phantoms cackled. The golden heron stared at her small room, with a well, a simple nest, some pictures of her parents, Mira and Zios, and her egg in one corner, and a computer with no communication with the world locks, and a TV. She sat down on her carpet, and sighed. Miroza sighed, and stared at the replica of Zios's mask on her ceiling with an astronomy map. She was imprisoned just because she was the descendant of Mother and Father Sky, and she had control over the skies. Miroza pecked at the door with her pure gold beak, to no avail.
"I guess that I must sleep, for my life is useless,"she sighed, and closed her eyes. She became a statue, and her aura warned the alphas of her imprisonment. Since Mira and Zios had a child before he was corrupted, the Alphas had raised her, and were shocked to find her as  a statue. Cosmo sighed, and placed an old tree over the prison.
"We have no chance to save her without Mira's help,"he said, looking at the stone that was Mira. He threw the stone at the door, and it creaked open, showing the contents and Miroza's statue, but it shut before even Greely could slip in. The stone returned to Cosmo's paw
"Leave a note that tells a careful Jammer Miroza's story and what to do to revive her in the lock,"he told Lisa, and she quickly wrote on a slip of parchment produced from her belt, and slipped it in the door. The alphas did a silent prayer that she would be revived, and went to their duties.

 

Flashbacks

 Sir Gilbert polished Zios's mask, and stared deep into Zios's eyes. The eyes were long black, with sadness and misery in them, but Sir Gilbert felt like that. He had been shunned just because he had saved Jamaa, and it was Amelia's destiny to feel pain during her life anyway, so scaring her wasn't avoidable. He stared at his double-looped ring, remembering the time Greely had crafted him this ring from elf steel. Suddenly, he was in a flashback.

 Sir Gilbert was pacing the length of the hut, angry. Just because he was proud didn't mean that he didn't have the ability to help. Amelia's first self had been right, sometimes the alphas could be selfish. Only Greely stayed with him, as Greely had been hideous all his life, just because the phantoms had sworn an oath to him in his early days and gave him his powers in exchange for his handsomeness.
"Those f****** alphas should've brought me to help them show new Jammers around!"Sir Gilbert spat angrily. He unsheathed his claws, sheathed them, and unsheathed them again, stared at his bullet scar, and read the labels on his merit badges, yet the alphas still did not return. He cursed, but then Greely rushed up to him, and looked at him funny.
"What?"he demanded. Greely looked at him head to toe, then took some metal out of the Duat, as the African alphas had taught every alpha, to an extent that often made even the iron-stomached Cosmo vomit. 
Before Sir Gilbert could ask, Greely seared the scrap metal into a perfect double ring, and placed two shards of the tiger spirit stone and placed them on each ringlet.
"Your ring is ready,"Greely muttered. Sir Gilbert trusted his metalwork, as his wave anklets were Greely's doing, but he took the ring warily. He put it on his paw, and a thousand knifes seemed to pierce his paw padding. As soon as the pain jabbed him, it eased.
"Why,..thank you."he told Greely, not sure what to say. Greely melted into shadow, and Sir Gilbert had to remind himself that Greely had been there.

 Sir Gilbert looked at his bullet scar, and disregarded it. One little strip of flesh and an early death was all he needed to become one of the most powerful animals- the Alphas. He looked at the brand Mira had burned on his paw, and had a short flashback.

 "Mira, I am done training, and I would like to become a true alpha now." Sir Gilbert told the grey heron. Mira smiled.
"Well, you have proven yourself worthy by training under my wing. I shall brand you, and you will become an Alpha, but you may have to endure many years of sharing suffering with your kin. Are you ready?"she asked him. Sir Gilbert hesitated, then nodded. Mira closed her beautiful eyes, and started to glow. Blue wisps came from her body, and collected in a spot that would normally be partially hidden by his armor. They started to burn into his fur, and Sir Gilbert had to bite his lip to refrain from yowling. The wisps branded, and formed the outline of Mira, along with the word SHAMAN on it. Mira seemed to have slipped into the future when she had called him an "alpha", and Sir Gilbert preferred the name SHAMAN  to alpha. Only Greely was seen fit to carry that name. Suddenly, the other shamen gathered around him.
"Gilbert, Gilbert!"they chanted, and he suddenly grew to adult size. He smiled.
"I am ready to avenge you, Mira."he told her.

 Sir Gilbert cleaned the mouth of Zios's mask. It was a hole, but he saw his claw marks inside there. He shuddered. Gilbert knew that he had been foolish not to let his guard down and let Zios surrender, as he was now plunged into misery. Gilbert licked his paws free of grease, then continued. The plaque under Zios's eyes had so much history to it, Sir Gilbert couldn't bear the thought of washing that in the sacred water, especially since it was the tears of Mira, a substance that could taint any soul that dared drink it.
"Need help?" a voice said from behind him. He yelped, and saw a white phantom behind him, one of the phantom rebels. They were the only phantoms the alphas were ordered NOT to destroy on the spot, and had aided them in the Alpha's frequent missions.
"Sure,"he told the she-phantom. Her name was Serena, and she was the queen of the rebels. Like Peck or Ruby, she was a sworn maiden, so there was no king. Arrows that could kill an elephant were notched in her crossbow, and her arms had poisonous spikes she could unsheath like claws in her skin. She helped him wash the grime and rust off Zios's once-glorious mask. The emeralds in his eyes and the cone-like shapes beneath his eyes faintly shimmered with hints of copper and gold in it, and the sand scraped off the blood on the lower part of the mask. Sir Gilbert wished he had gotten better chores, like Peck got to paint signs for the lands that were opening soon, and Cosmo got to dissect phantoms, but noooo, Mira had assigned him to polish Zios's mask.
"So... anything new today? Like from Mira?" Serena asked him. Her voice was so enchanting, Sir Gilbert blushed.
"Ummmm... just some news that the Cithara Order have relocated themselves in the Ice Palaces, and that Mira is slowly working her way out of her stone now." Gilbert said. Serena nodded.
"Can we camp in the forgotten base in the Zios pit? Rare jewels are yummy, and are a good snack. Especially the green jewel that once was."Serena asked him. Sir Gilbert dug it up, and the emerald glowed. Since it was useless, Gilbert let Serena take a bite out of it. Suddenly, he was in another flashback. 

 The day that the emerald of Jamaasian culture was covered with notifications, Graham had to take it down because the jewel had died due to no exposure to sunlight. Graham had snuck into the township during the night, and shook the jewel off. He had teleported back, and the alphas had discussed what to do with it.
"We should put it in a museum!" Cornelius had suggested. Lisa had shook her head at that.
"No, we are too subdued by ignorance that we cannot accomplish such a thing without a burglar stealing it." she said. 
"We could chip it into amulets and give one to each alpha." Greely had suggested. Sir Gilbert had shook his head at that.
"Divided, the stone is useless. United, the stone can feed us energy even when it dies."Sir Gilbert had told Greely.
"How about hiding it in the attic?" Peck had asked them.
"Nah, gathering dust would be too lowly for such an important jewel." Amelia said, shaking her head.
"Then why don't we just put it in stores????" Ruby cried, clearly getting impatient.
"The emerald is hard to duplicate, Ruby." Harper whispered. Ruby growled, and started ramming the wall, and Lisa had to walk over to her to calm her.
"Then, we should place it in the Temple Of Trivia treasury. Mira's and the elve's strongest enchantments protect that place, and no ordinary Jammer can access these archives. The sand also preserves the artifacts quite well." Amelia said. All the alphas nodded, and Graham yet again carried the cracked jewel, this time to the Temple of Trivia, and the emerald had been swallowed by the sand for quite a while.

 Serena chewed, if a phantom with no mouth could, and swallowed.
"Tangy, with hints of chocolate." she muttered.
"And quite energizing. Can I take a piece to feed to my fellow rebels?" Sir Gilbert nodded.
"If the divided shards are digested, then the emerald will still retain it's power."  Gilbert noted. He dipped his paw into the pool behind the waterfall.
" Do you know who the coming hero is?"he asked Serena. Serena stopped picking pieces off the emerald.
"No, but I can sense that a hero shall bat away the evil that has crept into the land as easily as a cow some pesky flies, soon." Serena muttered. Suddenly, Sir Gilbert was sent into a vision Mira had sent to him, and Serena sensed his panic as he was thrown into the Phantom Vortex.

 Sir Gilbert saw Amelia and Harper battling phantoms in the vortex, where the phantom rebels usually stayed, and the phantoms they battled were clearly non-rebels. The rebels fought alongside them, and so did the alphas and their allies, including him. However, Sir Gilbert sensed that something was wrong, since these versions of the alphas were tired, as if eons of battling the evils tired them. Meanwhile, black fire enveloped Jamaa, and no light remained to put the fire out. The hero was going to come, and bat away the evil, but right now it seemed impossible. Suddenly, the Jammers screaming and hiding in their dens suddenly stopped panicking, and toughened up. They walked out bravely, and Apophis, the black fire, cackled.
"You heroes have come far too late to defeat ME!" the serpent cackled, and his serpentine eyes poked through the storm clouds, and unearthly cackling filled Jamaa. His  eyes flashed yellow, and he seemed amused by the Jamaasian bravery he had waited so long for, but then an antlered wolf, Snowyclaw, stepped out of the crowd.
"I am Old Frozenspirit, and I shall rise as Mira! The Jamaasians shall bind you with our pure hearts! We shall drive away the evil for good!" Snowyclaw declared. And from her words, a grey heron was born, and grew to Apophis's side.
"I am Mira, and you, Apophis, the Chaos Snake and the Phantom Dictator, does not belong here! The good citizens of Jamaa shall fight you even in death, and the death of Zios will not stop us!" Mira declared. The Jamaasians roared, and charged, and suddenly had full battle armor on. Apophis's pupils narrowed to scared slits, and he watched in disbelief as his minions, the phantoms, were torn to crumbs by claw and tooth, beak and talon.
"Mira! We shall avenge you! Mira! Defeat Apophis!" the Jamaasians chanted. Apophis wailed in terror as the alphas, rebels, Mira and the Jamaasians hopped up to the stormclouds, and tore his eyes out. Apophis wailed and yowled as he disentigrated into a cloud of golden dust. The dust hovered, and swirled in a tornado until they formed Zios, reborn and as pure as ever. His eyes twinkled as he saw his brave creations.
"Jamaa, I am home. We, Father Sky and Mother Sky, shall never ever neglect our duties again."he said, and floated down to earth. Mira flapped over to Sir Gilbert, as she was the only one who saw him.
"We can achieve this, and the hero is the honest and pure citizens of Jamaa."she said, and he was pulled out.

 Serena saw Sir Gilbert as he fell from the ceiling portal, and landed on the soft sand.
"So what was the vision?"she asked him. Sir Gilbert took a deep breath, and told her. Her eye twinkled.
"Mira tells us never to give up on hope! We shall keep fighting!"she cheered. Sir Gilbert smiled, and waded out to the Temple Of Trivia to tell the world the news, along with Serena.

 The End Of The Beginning....

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