The Toymaker (Chapter XII) by Nimble Ginelle Quinn
Chapter Twelve: The Location is Discovered, and Brie Gives the Inn Manager His Room Keys Back
Evenor vanished in a burst of light, and Sumatra gasped and quickly got to her feet, obviously feeling the matrix going back into her mind. The crows swarmed the room, all cawing and shrieking and causing a ruckus.
“Calm down guys, one at a time!” Desmond exclaimed, waving his arms.
The crows followed his command and all landed on the table, folding in their shadowy wings. They looked at Desmond with urgency in their little faces.
“Ok guys, so what exactly do you want to tell me?” Desmond asked, his eyes narrowed.
One crow that was slightly larger than the others hopped forward, and it bowed its head. A bright ray of purple light flashed out of the top of its head and opened up like a picture frame. In the picture the rolling hills passed by like ocean waves, until the land opened into short savannah-like grasses and hardly any trees whatsoever, and the hills transformed into flat, plain-topped plateaus. The plateaus passed by slowly until the angle of the crow’s thought changed, obviously because the crow changed position while flying. In the foot of the largest plateau a large iron wall rose up with about 6 windows and 20 tiny slits for gun holes. The crows circled the area above the wall for a few minutes before flying back the way they came.
“So their hiding place actually was on the island all along,” Brie said. “They have been hiding in the plateaus the entire time!”
“Aww, we have to leave already?” Sumatra complained.
“Yes, yes we do. We have to help your father and Harrison,” Creole said.
“Not to mention our uncle Richard!” Danielle added.
“But how will we sneak in without getting seen?” Samson asked. “There’s no secret entrance…is there?”
The crow chirped when he said that and went back to one of its former memories, stopping at the first time the crows circled the plateau. At the bottom was a hidden door with no windows or gun holes whatsoever; just a hidden door at the corner of the iron wall.
“That’s how we will sneak inside, just by using that door,” Brie exclaimed, pointing. “We can take the covered wagon….no wait, that’s too risky. They could see us, and we’d be captured…”
“How about flying?” Creole suggested, looking at the book. “There’s a spell on creating a pennyfarthing made of light.”
“What is a pennyfarthing?” Desmond asked.
“It’s a bicycle with a large front wheel and tiny back wheel, and an engine, exhaust pipe, and little candle on the front,” Samson explained. “I own one back in Marleybone.”
The flock of crows evaporated into the air all except for the largest crow. The crow squawked and flapped its wings, ready to get going.
“I suppose we ought to get going,” Brie said. “Creole, use the pennyfarthing spell and create some for us!”
Brie had given the man at the front desk his keys back, saying that they weren’t actually going to stay but that he could keep the money anyway. The group left the building and headed outside, and Creole used the spell, creating 5 pennyfarthings. There was a basket for Brie to sit in on Danielle’s pennyfarthing, and once they got on, the purple crow took off into the air, cawing as it flew.
When each group member began to pedal, the pennyfarthings rose into the air and flew after the crow, their exhaust pipes coughing out plumes of light. The students pedaled over the city and headed west, surprisingly not drawing any attention whatsoever.
“Now this is how you travel, my friends!” Samson cried. “I always travelled this way back in Marleybone city, and even now it’s still great, just like the old days when I was a boy!”
“Can all pennyfarthings fly?” Desmond asked with the wind in his face.
“Some do, some don’t-it just matters on the engineering,” Samson replied.
“Just be quiet and follow the crow, or you’ll go off course!” Danielle yelled at the two with a glower.
The two boys laughed and sped onwards, out flying her. Danielle gasped and sped after them, almost crashing into Creole and Sumatra, who were talking. They got angry and sped after Danielle, and pretty soon it was hard for anyone to stay on course, until Brie yelled at them all and they rejoined again.
“Just keep going-I can see the crow going into a nosedive up ahead!” Brie shouted, pointing with her paw. Up ahead the crow dived downwards through the dark clouds, its purple body lighting up the sky as it fell.
The students followed the crow’s actions and flew downwards, entering the desert area of Nightopia. According to Brie, the desert was known as the desert of the Beast, because the Tyrai monster that broke free from the ground caused the desert’s formation. The plateaus were tall and wide, and the group maneuvered in between them. The crow led the students through a large hole in one of the plateaus and then immediately flew up, and the rest followed. The crow stopped right above the plateau that they all just passed through, and then it evaporated into the air.
“Look, there’s the iron wall!” Desmond said, pointing. The plateau that lay ahead, the tallest of them all, had a huge 20-foot iron wall built into it.
“I can see the hidden door,” Brie whispered. “Go around the left side of the wall, but keep yourselves hidden. We don’t want the enemy seeing us.”
They flew around the edge of the plateau, staying inside the shadows. They touched down on the ground right outside of the door, and as soon as they hopped off of their pennyfarthings, the bicycles evaporated just like the crow did.
“Let’s sneak inside, because the door is apparently unlocked,” Creole said, pulling the door open. “It looks like no one is guarding the hallway inside.”
They snuck inside, keeping quiet and sticking together. Brie led them through the hallway, checking each corner. The inside of the building had locked rooms, the doors made of steel with bolts around the edges.
“Be very silent when walking, and no running unless the enemy sees us,” Brie told the others. “I don’t see anyone on guard, but stay alert anyway.”
“Maybe we should summon the crows again, so they can find out which door the others are behind,” Samson whispered.
All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, like something ramming itself against the steel door, and a muffled scream. Brie signaled to the others, and they ran towards the sound and were surprised by what they saw.
Harrison had knocked out the guard ninja who was patrolling the hallway, and the ninja lay on the ground unconscious.
“Harrison, you’re ok!” the twins silently exclaimed, rushing over to the monster. They hugged him, and he hugged them back, tears streaming down his dirty face.
“How did you attack that guy?” Samson asked, looking at the broken door.
“They aren’t as smart as you’d think,” Harrison laughed. “Simply ask to go use the restroom, and you can take them down in an instant. They don’t have very good reaction times.”
“Where is Richard, and my father?!” Sumatra begged the monster.
“They’re in the cell to my right,” Harrison said. He crouched down next to the unconscious guard and pulled keys from his belt. “This should get them out.”
He walked over to the next cell and put the key in the keyhole, and then turned the iron wheel. The steel door opened up with a loud creak, and Richard and Navajo stumbled out, looking confused.
“Father, I’ve missed you!” Sumatra cried, rushing over to her father and hugging him tightly.
“Richard, you’re ok!!!” the twins exclaimed, hugging Richard with the same amount of force.
“Don’t squeeze me too hard!” Richard gasped, wrestling himself free from their grasp.
“It’s good to see that you are all ok!” Brie said happily. “Any of you know how to escape from this place?”
“Yes, just follow me,” Navajo said, going back down the hallway. Everyone else followed him quietly, as they all snuck through the building.
“The exit should be right around this corne-’’ Navajo said, but then froze. Standing by the door were 20 guard ninjas.
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