Mistica Chronicles


Welcome to Issue 9

Music Winning Entry

"You're on your own now, pal."
Ara, the daydream jinx, found herself in a very precarious situation. She was somehow left by a peculiar, shadowy figure--who she was unable to recognize--at the Banshee Swamp. Her normally ethereal, rainbow radiance dimmed to a dull glow.
A fierce wind pushed her forth, into a strange chamber. She stepped forward as green liquid trickled from above.
"Be wary of where you step. This is a maze after all..." a voice cackled.
Ara anxiously flapped her wings and started forward. She navigated the circuitous maze. At times, she was startled to find a bowl of half-eaten, wrapperless candy. At others, a pile of bones would be awaiting her. Yet finally, she saw the--rather gloomy, might I add--day of light at the end of the maze.
Ara emerged from the strange chamber and looked around. A deep viridian river whispered at her feet. She saw a forlorn fishercheran at the dock. He sighed rather loudly and peeked at Ara, immediately glancing back toward the river. He obviously didn't want to talk to the newcomer.
Bright red eyes flickered in the hollow tree, almost criticizing the young jinx. Indeed, she was quite a sight, being rainbow and all in a swampy bog.
Padding around the river, she stumbled upon a series of shops. A young frodrinn, with huge pools of fluorescent blue in her eyes, maniacally whispered to herself as she kicked through the waters. Ara skipped along the stones until she reached a bakery.
"Good, I'm hungry. Maybe someone can finally help me figure out where I am and how I got here..."
Clayton's head whipped around as Ara fluttered through the door. Spiders, still half alive, wriggled on sticks.
"Hey, you--I've never seen YOU before... What are yeh and what business do you have bein' here. Yeh aren't like the rest of us," Clayton demanded, squinting his unscarred eye.
"I don't know... Some strange shadow brought me here..." Ara declared longingly.
Clayton's eyes widened and he choked a little. "So you are one of us." That was all he said, as he turned around and got back to skewering eyeballs.
As Ara left the store, the young frodrinn girl exclaimed, "Don't you know? We're all mad. But in a fun sense I guess!"
Ara, befuddled, sunk down next to her. She recollected her past, and how she had no family, no friends, and was always a strange girl. Even if she escaped, would she go back to living a pitiful life on the streets of Kingdom Village?
A shadowy figure tipped his hat, before vanishing into a curious hole in the ground.