“Those would be fireworks, my dear,” answered Petite.
“Obviously they are both visually and sensually appealing.”
“Obviously,” and Petite kissed Spark in the joy of watching such beauty.
“What a display!” exclaimed Miss Buttergrow.
“Awsome! Wooo wooof! Who is up for crashing a party?” asked Prince.
“Oh no, we couldn’t,” said Petite.
“Dang it, I AM THE Prince. If I say we crash it, then we crash it!”
“Down we goooooo!” said Rocky.
And, down they went! The fireworks were a sight. They formed all kinds of flowers, houses, trees, planets, birds, lively shapes and dazzling colors. If ever there was some Magick in the stars, this is it!
“What do you suppose they are celebrating?” asked Spark.”
“This time of year? Most likely Yule. Frankly, I am surprised that we haven’t seen more displays such as these throughout FIRE,” said Miss Buttergrow.
“Individual families are celebrating by burning the proper decorative logs in their homes. I love the smell personally. And, the energies are most wondrous and fair. Of course, a show such as this is extravagantly odd. I haven’t seen anything like it for quite some time,” said a suspicious Prince.
“Indeed. The Apovil should have rendered extravagances like this completely dead.”
“How are we going to ‘blend in’, as it were?” asked Petite, a little worried now that something seemed not quite right.
“For this, we improvise!” said a proud and excited Prince.
They landed in a forest a few hundred feet away. As they got closer, they saw that an unusual number of frogs were at this gathering.
“We will sneak up into a crowd and then just blend in conversationally. If anyone asks where we are from, just say that we are here on behalf of the Grand Rose. Some time ago, while no one really paid attention, I made a decree that stated that I can show up anywhere, anytime, for any reason, as long as it was on behalf of The Grand Rose,” said Prince.”
Harsh drops are falling upon the lake-pond. Spark is worried about overflow, but then thinks how much Magick, and a positive energy this is bringing to his home. It’s a form of protection. The more rain he can have, the more safe he feels.
A visitor appears at his door in a bolt of lightning.
Now, this is quite surprising, because Spark doesn’t get many visitors, and prefers it that way. Here, we have the part about Iris Buttergrow, or Miss Buttergrow. What is she? Why is she here? Does she want something from Spark?”
“Spark and Miss Buttergrow are deep within his little cave. The fireplace is burning with its mystic glow of familiarity.
You can sense it. The air doesn’t smell the same. Almost rot like. Yes, the evil is even encroaching on the little home, overpowering the Magickal rain. Soon, there will be nothing left.
“I want to help, but I don’t know much beyond my lake-pond,” said Spark.
“It’s ok! We can start out slow, and easy. The important thing is that we do start!” Miss Buttergrow reassured.”
“You, believe it or not, are inextricably linked to this the whole demise of the our land. But this is a great thing, because you are so essential a link at in how we are going to restore everything! It has to do with a certain portion that you have in your possession!”
“GET OUT!! GGGEEETTTT OUT!!!!!! YOU CAN’T HAVE IT!! I HAVE PLENTY IN THE INSECT WORLD WHO HATE ME. I WILL HAVE THEM KILL YOU!!! NEVER COME BACK!!!” the enraged Spark commanded.
“Nnnooww S s s pppaa a arrkkk… I assure you, I bring you no harm, and can do Magick! See!” All of a sudden, a swirl of different colored bubbles filled the air.
“If I wanted to, I could have located your potion, been off with it, and could do this from miles away. Spark, my dear friend, I don’t want it. Don’t you see? I am here for you! I came to help you. Would you like to see where I am from?”
“Well, the bubbles are beautiful, and, yes, that would be very special.” Something told Spark that this lovely faery was telling him the truth, and she did have Magick, so maybe she did not need his vial for herself and really wanted to help him.
Suddenly, she produced a pretty art tile that shows a romantic watercolor of her mansion home.
“Wow! Can I have this? It would be very inspiring for me to hang on my wall!”
“Why, yes! Here! I am glad to be expanding your view of the world. After all, not too many folks know where I have come from. This truly is a defining moment!”
“Never in my life have I ever had a citizen who was so ungrateful. We all cannot bond together, underneath the Great Rose’s power, if energy does not flow through us with ease,” said the great Prince.
“Understood. What’s with the frogs? And why does one have wings?” asked Rocky.
“Forgive us, for we haven’t introduced ourselves,” the frogs croaked in unison.
“I am Spark. A very humble flying frog, who didn’t really want to go on an adventure in the first place. But, now that I have, I am grateful for it and I am at your service.”
“And I am Petite. Spark rescued me from a chef who would have eventually been after my legs. Ever since, we have been quite the romantic pair. Isn’t that right, my sweet wart?”
“Yes, my succulent mucous.”
“And, what use do they have with us?” asked Rocky.
“I have known Spark for quite some time and mainly I just wanted him to get out of the house. This meeting cannot continue without everyone knowing exactly why Spark is here. You see, he holds some rose elixir that has been enchanted by the blue pixie dust!” Miss Buttergrow informed the table.
“Then, we must feed The Great Rose this liquid, to restore our world!” pronounced Prince.
“But, there is the blasted Apovil to contend with. Everywhere I turn lately there he is. Another city has been destroyed, another forest burnt down, another lake, or ocean dried up and another population in ruin,” said Miss Buttergrow.
“And not only that. Food supplies are running low. Infrastructure is going down the drain. Power is leaving the grid. The great sources of energy that once flowed like a smooth river are now struggling to get through,” added Prince. “It’s nothing short of a miracle that I was able to build this town.”
“And how did you do that?” asked Spark fluttering his wings in excitement.
“This only could’ve happened when everything was perfect. Once a year, there is a whole grouping of Italian greyhounds that come ”
“through this part of FIRE. I am sure you can see there aren’t many dogs around here. Some of these were Magickal, while others weren’t, which was ok. They could serve as conduits.
“We are all excellent diggers. So, we dug and dug, and dug this tremendous hole in the ground. We only worked at night, and covered our tracks well before sunrise. Like yourselves and so many others, we were looking for ways to continue living, after the potential death of the Great Rose. One of the dogs had a crystal around his neck, in the form of a collar. Being in FIRE, with the volcanoes producing all kinds of interesting stones, rocks and things he thought that this could be a form of protection.
“After some planning, and after the hole was finished, we all gathered around in the traditional circle. Although each of us can do simple things without much preparation, this took a matter of hours of Magickal conjuring to complete.
“We felt it a great use of the energies because the stone and crystal work are reproducing the Magick tenfold. Sadly, it isn’t enough to save all of LIGHT.
“As a matter of fact, it is just enough to keep us protected. Yes, perhaps a bit more lies here than what was before but even this is temporary.”
“Well done!” exclaimed Miss Buttergrow!”
“That is impressive,” stated Rocky. “I am now even more sorry for how foolish I have been.”
Miss Buttergrow snapped her fingers in the center of the table, to cause a spark of light.
“FOCUS, EVERYONE! WE HAVE A WORLD TO SAVE!”
The food started coming in. Prince informed the chef, while everyone else was chatting, what he figured everyone would want. He has a way with people and of course, everything was perfect.
“Arf, ggrrrooowwwlll…. arf arf!” Suddenly, Prince’s food appeared before him. Everyone at the table just rolled their eyes.”
“Let’s see, now.” Petite thought out loud. “I think that we should just give names to the three who spoke. I can’t see how it would matter with the others.”
“Great point, dearest.”, replied Spark.
“Walt, Steve, and Bill. No, no… Pixie, Trixie, and Dixie…. No, that won’t work either. Flip, Flap, Flop? Nope. Wart, Puss, and Lesion? Heavens, no. Wait, I got it! Hecate, Puck, and Ariel! Kids, what do you think?”
“Well, personally, I liked Wart, Puss, and Legion. But I liked Pixie Trixie, and Dixie.”
“Now, this isn’t up for debate. Who wants to be what name? Our little girl will need to be Hecate. Okay you two boys. Which one do you want?”
One answered, “I’ll take Puck!” as he went off hiding somewhere. The other answered, “I’ll take Ariel!” as he went leaping, almost flying across the room.”
“Huge. Horrible. Very scary. We wouldn’t necessarily categorize the Apovil as being outright evil though. Merely misunderstood, as most so called evil creatures are.
Ironically, this beast is named as a cross between the ancient Egyptian Apophis and the word evil, thus getting Apovil.
Today, he is quite large, measuring several thousand feet long, and several hundred feet in girth. He isn’t totally physical in form, and is mostly a mist, only loosely representing a snake. In this form, he has the ability to move anywhere with ease. He can gather himself to be seen in the physical realm, but does not do so often.
He represents a dragon-like shape, with snakes for hair, in a Medusa style, and can change color as easily as a chameleon.
When LIGHT was first being created, the Apovil was there. He was quite young then, and was born out of the same energies that created LIGHT. At one time, he had the entire planet all to himself. He could sing the days on by, while flying through large, lush valleys of beautiful flowers.
As the years passed, since he was born of creation, he learned that he could create.
Indeed, he did get lonely. So he created creatures. Bird-like, reptilian, water beings, unicorns, dragons, faeries, mammalians, etc. Even similar mist-like beings such as he. These fell into various sexes, as more than simply male and female were explored.
“There were transgenders, gay, lesbian, and even bisexual folk of all kinds. This made the world rich, and harmonious.
Oh, these beings were similar to those of Earth, but designed wholly differently.
There may have been male lions without manes, horses with spikes instead of tails, and butterflies ten times the size of those found on Earth.
And, of course, roses. Millions, and millions of roses. This very much fueled the power of the land as it does today, only to a far greater magnitude. This pleased the Apovil. And one may think that due to progress, innovation and the like destroying most of them, that this is the very reason as to his anger.
Far from it! As it his anger goes much deeper than this, and quite literally!
Now, the Apovil is thousands of years old. The energies he is using to create his disappearing feats and other miracles of horror he has to get from the land, for that is what the rules of The Rose of Life state. He is enraged because he doesn’t like doing this. It frustrates him to no end, and he would far rather be self-sufficient.”