The Kelpie River ran cold and quiet while weak winter beams of sunlight bounced off its surface. Few Misticans here lived above the water, so when the shadow of the blue box blocked out of the sun, it went unnoticed. The box spun wildly before one of its corners caught the ground, sending it skidding along the soft wet banks of the river, tearing up grass and flinging mud like a tornado.
It thudded loudly as the box finally stopped against a thick wall of mud of its own making. Skewed, its doors suddenly burst open, and ejected several brightly colored objects straight up into the sky, as though the things were rotten food being viciously spat out.
“Oh no…no, no, no…” the Doctor moaned as he stumbled out of the doors now swinging gently in the cold breeze. He adjusted his glasses, reached into his leather jacket and pulled out his screwdriver, which wasn’t really a screwdriver at all. Pointing it up in the sky its tip blinked blue; the Doctor looked at it, sighed, and pocketed it again.
“Gone, I suppose,” he said to himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Whoever finds them will be in for a bit of a surprise…”
Be on the lookout for these mysterious objects Mistica, they can be found in Mysterious Mistic Events!
Who knows what sorts of treasure they hide?
All thanks to some bumbling Doctor.. Hope the Gruleks aren't running amok again!
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King Blithe, Aurelius and Meriklaus chatted happily in Keilly’s cafe; each had a mug of hot cocoa with a candy cane sticking out of it. They talked of Mistmas cheer and viewed the clear night and starry skies; fortunately, Ravi-Sorin was just warm enough to sit outside but just cool enough to enjoy a warm drink.
A sudden chill ran through them all as Frost landed next to their table, stumbling to his knees. He was frantic and out of breath, panting a few times before he could speak. “Please, you have to help her! She could die!” He didn’t even stand, speaking from on his knees as if he were begging.
“Woah! What? Who?” asked Blithe as he caught his mug before it tipped over.
“What’s going on?” Meriklaus asked at the same time.
“Boreal. Please, you have to help her! She’s dying!” Frost begged; his icy eyes shone with concern.
“Boreal!” Aurelius exclaimed.
“Her magic backfired. Please, you have to help!”
Meriklaus’s shyre pulled her sleigh and its passengers right in front of Boreal’s castle. It was eerily quiet. The large front door was open, rocking a few inches back and forth in the wind. Frost didn’t hesitate. Before the sleigh had fully stopped, he leapt out and raced inside. Aurelius and King Blithe exchanged an uneasy look before heading inside as well.
The found Frost kneeling next to Boreal, who was unconscious and covered in deep cuts and glass shards. Her breathing was shallow; it didn’t look good.
“If we did nothing, we probably could save ourselves a big headache next year,” Blithe grumbled, only half serious. Frost shot him an ice glare.
“That isn’t how we do things on Mistmas,” Meriklaus lightly scolded.
She placed her hooves together, and light and magic gathered there. Being Mistmas day, her magic was exceptionally strong. Queen Boreal’s wounds healed within a few minutes; her dark eyes fluttered open.
Trying to regain her sense of dignity as a queen, she pulled herself to her feet, glaring at her guests. “What are you doing here?” She stood firmly, hiding the fact her legs still felt weak; she would never willingly show weakness in front of her enemies.
“Are you okay?” Frost asked without acknowledging her question.
“Get out,” Boreal spoke with the warmth of a blizzard. “All of you--get out now!” Without waiting to see if they’d actually leave, she turned around and stormed deeper into her castle, slamming the doors behind her with a loud thud.
It was awkwardly silent for a moment between the others before King Blithe spoke up, “I suppose it would be asking too much to hear a ‘thank you’.”
“We should respect her wishes and leave,” Meriklaus said. Aurelius nodded in agreement, and they all headed out into the bright morning sun that sparkled off of the fresh snow.
“What happened to her? She doesn’t even know how to have fun any more?” Frost asked; he sounded bewildered and sulky.
“I can’t imagine the queen ever having fun,” Blithe remarked.
“A smile wouldn’t hurt her ever---” Aurelius was cut off when a snow ball nailed him directly in the face. Frost smirked, tossing another snowball up into the air and catching it again. Meriklaus took one look at Aurelius’s dumbstruck expression and fell to her back laughing. “Do you think this is funny?” Aurelius said while spitting out flakes.
“Yes!” Meriklaus barely managed to hiccup amid laughter.
Frost also chuckled until a massive snowball knocked him off his feet. King Blithe whistled innocently as snowy clumps clung to his paws. Meriklaus only laughed harder. Within moments, all four were engaged in a snowball fight, which quickly spread across Mistica as people everywhere celebrated the day with family and friends.
Merry Mistmas, everyone!
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Dakota pulled his hat lower over his eyes as he stepped out from the shade of the repository. He looked up at the sky, blue and clear, but the skeleton in the relic room had his mind occupied.
It wasn’t labeled but the bones were perfectly preserved and displayed with expensive metal wire coated to resist corrosion. Dakota even suspected some magic was involved. Why would someone take such care and then not bother to label what they’d preserved?
Dakota sighed and leaned up against what had been called the Lost Door. The gargoyles would have to find a new title for themselves, he thought, though Blackrock was living out the “guardian” part quite well. Gargoyle guards, stern and armed, were always stationed at the door’s entrance. They were looking at Dakota with raised eyebrows now, as though wondering why he was desecrating their sacred relic with his shoulder.
A little unnerved, Dakota decided to head back inside. Maybe there was something he missed about that skeleton…
But all was as he’d left it. The lirionox growled, kicked a rock at the wall just because and turned to leave again, only to be suddenly face to face with Pandoria.
The goddess stood there quite calmly. In fact, she had a bit of a smile on her face; Dakota wondered if she thought his startled expression funny and scowled.
“I see you’ve found this place. I wondered when you would,” she said.
Dakota snorted. “And a great help you’ve been,” he retorted.
Pandoria’s jaw tightened but, to Dakota’s surprise, she didn’t smite him then and there for his attitude. Instead she held out her staff and the gem atop it began to pulse and glow. White tendrils of light shot out and formed themselves into what Dakota recognized as a fossil, looking oddly like it would fit the skeleton Pandoria stood beside.
“You will start finding these soon,” she explained, “and when you do, bring them to Raimia. She will know what to do with the magic I left in them.”
“What are you talking about? Fossils? Are you bringing back creatures from the dead now?” Dakota demanded.
“In a sense,” Pandoria said, “they’ve always had life left in them, preserved until now. These Lysadors have a fascinating history, you know…you must ask one to tell you how they helped me once, long ago. And now, my promise is fulfilled.” And with a coy smile the goddess was gone.
Dakota blinked, feeling blindsided. He’d come here for relics, but reports had recently come in of imps sneaking around, and now this...
Introducing the Lysador!
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