Chapter 5 -- Gaining the Crest Realm -- The Great Battle Between the Thirteen Realms of Arthen: The Power of Three by A.C. Suttles

 

5

 

Gaining the Crest Realm

 

Oliver hunted on the wintry tundra.  The freezing temperatures weren’t helping his travels.  He saw some medium sized jackrabbits eating vegetation above the frozen tundra.  He recalled the name of this tundra was the Regelica Tundra.  It was named after an attempted tribe claiming the north pole.

Oliver caught one of the jackrabbits.  He calms it down by easing his hands on the nose of the animal.  He straddled it and rode the jackrabbit to the direct north pole.  He arrived in front of the Regelica Caverns.  He slammed two rocks together to start a flicker of a flame.  It ignited the torch.

He slipped down some frozen waterfalls.  He didn’t know what to expect from exploring.  There were few snow drifts.  Much of this exploration was waterfalls.  He could sense something big in here.  He held a death grip on the torch.  Then something cracked the water lagoon.  It was a massive hand.  It hit it repeatedly.

Something underneath the frozen lagoon was hitting it with a sledgehammer.  It was a massive troll.  It suddenly broke the ice by jarring it with its sledgehammer.  Oliver started sliding under its legs.  He struck the troll at the Achilles heel.  He made it collapse to the slippery ice.  When Oliver looked through the hole there was magma lava.  It was in a deep freeze.

The massive troll bled out with the cut at both Achilles heel.  The sledgehammer was the secret of thawing out the Regelica Caverns.  Oliver picked up the sledgehammer with both of his hands.  It electrified the ceiling and walls and floor.  There was dry dirt on the walls, ceiling, and floors. 

The magma erupted from the deep freeze.  It heated the waterfalls into running falls.  Oliver kept journeying through the dry dirt passageways.  He noticed a pathway that his eyes had never seen before.  He entered it setting off flowery gemstones.  The color glowed black.  He rubbed the large flowery gemstones.  It set off a realm travel portal.

Different shades of blue fill the realm travel portal.  Oliver strolled through it.  He appeared back in the cave.  His torch was out so he lit it again.  Then he noticed a different shrine with standing torches lighting the passageway.  He saw sunlight for the first time.  He saw someone walking with an offering.  He asked her a simple question.  She replied that this was the Regelica Caverns.  He let her be and exited the caverns.  There was a large temple above the entrance of the caverns.

Oliver sought who’s in charge of this unknown town.  Then someone told him the name of the town.  It was Crestful City.  They announced that it was Chief DaBane.  He governed in a large house up a steep hill.  His driveway was a private one.  The same person pointed up the steep hill.  Oliver shook hands with the people who helped him.

Crestful City was part of a district.  It was separated into three districts.  One was industrial while the other was commercial.  The last district was residential.  The Regelica Caverns were in the commercial area.  The chief was in his own district.  He heard of a stranger that visited Crestful City.

The Crestful City police officers stopped Oliver.  They started an interrogation on him.  They drilled questions about why his visit was here.  They wanted to know his true purpose for visiting Crest realm.  His response was the same searching for someone but doesn’t know who.

Oliver was placed in handcuffs and ordered to sit in the back of the steel carriage.  It was some type of cage.  He stayed quiet for the time being.  He didn’t want to seem to be hostile to a visitor.  He examined the surroundings.  He noticed a fire department and a jail near the center of Crestful City.

It was an established regular city.  It had a brand of coinage and paper for monetary.  Oliver was thrown into a single jail cell.  It had barred all the way around him.  There was no window for him to see outdoors.  He lay down on a hanging bed from some chains at the end.  He sighed for a moment and started meditating to calm himself down.

Suddenly Oliver was in some pitch blackness voided space.  He saw a speck of light far away.  He rushed in motion but wasn’t moving.  This voided space was a dark algorithm of escaping was out of the question.

There was a coerced voice forcing Oliver down on his knees.  He was in agonizing pain from up above in this pitch blackness.  His skin started to peel itself from his arms.  Then his own face.  There his kneecaps were showing bony with muscular tissue.  The muscular tissue skeleton was then displayed in a reflective bathhouse mirror.

Then the coerced voice forces Oliver closer to his reflection.  He dared him to look deeper inside of him.   The hoarse voice became sinister with the unknown visitor in his voided space.  He wanted to know how he entered this pitch blackness among him.  Oliver couldn’t speak.  There the voice demanded Oliver to gain pinch of lightness from any source.

When Oliver had that pinch of light in his heart.  The voice talked down at him.  Then the light was at his fingertips.  There were ten spectrums of light.  Before he clapped his hands the ten spectrums swirled around his entire body.  Afterwards they ran into each other and formed an entire silhouette of a body.

The silhouette started filling up with hundreds of spectrums of light.  There it moved in a dance formation.  It was rebuilding the true traditional body of Oliver.  It started spilling the light from one to the next.  Then it was filled with liquid.  It laid in a cast Lead human body mold.  There it entered a furnace for forging together.

The furnace burnt the body mold into a sleeping human body.  Oliver transformed himself into a large spectrum.  He entered the mold through the nose and mouth.  The eyes started flickering as if it was jumpstarting the brain.  He started jiggering his fingers one by one.  Then he started wiggling his toes one by one.  The eyes started visionary on objects.

Then the color complexion on his face felt alive.  His color of living was coming back to his entire body.  The pitch blackness started wiping away from the true scenery.  It was a weeping willow tree on top of a hill.  Oliver saw his long-lost father that left him when he was just a child.

“How could this be?”

Father Ohea congratulated his son on passing his connective test.  He waved his hand in a greeted motion.  It wiped the visualization of the void to a more suitable room in a house.  It was a bedroom.  Oliver was in a recliner chair.  He demanded some answers from his father.  His father agreed to explain his long tenure from being away in the morning.

Father Ohea hurdled around a concrete holding a cauldron.  He spoke into it as if there was a demon in it.  He was going to get a drop of blood from his son.  It would awaken the minotaur of Crest realm.  Oliver slept in his comfy bed, but he still didn’t trust his father.  Whenever he came around it was usually wanting something.

Oliver kept a close eye on his father.  He distanced himself from the cauldron.  It was bothering his concentration from figuring out this voided space.  He didn’t like it at all.  To his mind this place wasn’t real, but whenever he extended his arm to fill an object it was real.  Something was interfering with his mind.  He breathed heavily and exhaled.  Then he closed his mind by shutting it off from his consciousness.

Oliver saw something particularly strange in the reflective cauldron.  It wasn’t his father, but a hefty demon of such.  He spilled some magical water on the cheek of his pretend to be father.  There it demanded some answers on why they make believe of father and son.

The demon started climbing out of the Baptist washing pool.  It engulfed Father Ohea.  His three spheres started changing into a demon.  His flesh cracked as the blood oozed out.  The blood started igniting into flames.  The demon shrieked in a call.  It rattled the glass windows until they shattered.

He raised his arms in the air.  Suddenly in the sky was a fierce crack.  Oliver quickly raised his arm with the sword.  Lightning ran down it with a surge of power.  He threw it into the heart of the demon.  It struck and released the lightning all throughout his body.

Oliver viewed his reflection from a mirror.  He noticed a quick change with his left ear.  It was changing to the color red.  Something strong was entering his body.  It was mutating his thoughts and emotions.  He immediately punched the mirror.  By the time it cracked a mysterious laughter could be heard from it.

He headbutted the top of a sheet of ice.  He saw himself horizontally.  He started punching and coughing for air.  His knuckles had blood dripping from the action.  The demon stood above the ice.  Then suddenly it broke down and he was swimming in a frozen lake.  He pulled himself on a sheet of floating ice.

There was a demon waiting on the mainland for this freezing weather.  It blew harsh winds in the direction of the freezing water.  Oliver knelt and observed the situation.  He started jumping from one sheet of ice to another.  He revealed his double edge ax.

He hurled his body in the direction of the enormous demon.  It raised its right arm into the sky.  There it was summoning a large fireball.  Oliver started targeting it with a mark of black smoke.  It was twirling around the demon.  In the smoke were specks of flammable toxins.  He spewed fire breath.

The smoke fog twirling around the demon went up in flames.  The demon laughed on who was killing his life.  It foresaw the true fate for this warrior.  Within seconds the demon turned into a bonfire.  Oliver didn’t know what the laughter from the demon was all about.  He now possessed the gateway opening of this void space.  An old, rugged doorway frame opened a black portal realm.  He entered it.

Suddenly a mysterious arm in royal robes and three rings on different fingers rippled through the waters’ vision.  It pulled Oliver from suffocating his soul.  He saw Chief DaBan.  The chief demanded some answers on why he was in a prison void.  He needed to know what Oliver saw.  Oliver was told that his power of three were to visit the Eternal Flame of the Light realm. 

He was to travel to Astoria realm to find the Man of the East.  Then he was supposed to travel to the realm of Amazonian to find the Woman of the West.  Finally, he was to visit the Southern Ancient Empire for information of how to find the Woman of the South.  Chief DaBan asked if there was any other information told to him.  Oliver shook his head and followed the chief out of this crypt.

The chief handed Oliver a clear crystal.  He ordered him to place it in the Eternal Flame of the Light realm.  Then the chief handed a jewel case.  Inside it where three leather straps at the end were a turquois gemstone.  It was the size of his pinkie finger.  Next to it was a green gemstone.  It too was the size of his pinkie finger.  The last leather strap was attached to the emerald stone of the color black.  It stood out to be as big as his pinkie finger.  Oliver placed it in his satchel.

Oliver was escorted to the realm traveler in the Regelica Caverns.  Chief DaBan signaled for Oliver to return after visiting the three different realms for the Compass Directional Prophecies.  Oliver didn’t wait until another day to rest.  He arrived outside of the Eternal Flame.  There he placed the clear crystal in the same location of the shape.

At the Eternal Flame it twirls a bluish flame into several different realms’ portal.  Oliver had to remove the portal for Astoria.  When he stepped through the realms portal it removed the darkness and Oliver was standing near a peninsula.  He didn’t know what this land was called.  He walked in the northern direction.  There were an Inn and a Traven.  He visited the Traven.  He noticed everyone talking about a Tyrant oversaw thirteen tribes.

He kept hidden by his hood.  He blended in by smoking a wooden pipe.  Oliver brainstormed on how to interact with this crowd.  He ordered some soup and bread.  Then he noticed some new company entered through the door.  Their chitchatting was about a massive boar to the north of here.

He shrugged his shoulders and finished his meal.  There he paid in golden coins on the table.  He smelled the night breeze.  He didn’t wait around for any patrons.  He headed north on foot.  His curiosity of a massive boar would lead to other conversations.  His mind in the back of his head thought this would lead to being captured.

He smelt the air.  Rain was approaching the east coast.  He eyed the lightning in the clouds over the open sea.  He still headed north with a torch.  The wind breezed the clouds closer.  He was far from the Inn and Traven.  He heard some snorting close by, so he knew that was a sign of a piglet running free.  He climbed a set of rock formations for the night.  He prepared for a rough night with breezy winds and showers.

The darkness covers the tracking of the boar.  Oliver stays hidden in shelter by rocks.  He ignites a campfire for warmth.  He listened to the sound of piglets.  He still heard one nearby.  It sounded like it was lost from its mother.

The fighting breeze blew out the campfire.  Oliver felt like he needed to stay up during the storm.  So, he slept up right position.  He held his weapon with almighty grip.  Then the perk of sunlight warmth his cheekbone.

Down from the center of the lite cave were the mother boar and her piglets.  Something else killed the mother boar.  It had sharp claws on this other demon or something.  The piglets were scared to death.  Oliver jumped down and examined the sudden kill carefully.  He highlighted the claw marks with his fingers.

Something canine struck the mother boar.  He could have sworn that it saw him up high.  Then out of nowhere a rope traction caught Oliver by the ankles.  He was dangling in the air.  There stood five natives.  One of them plopped Oliver in the face to knock him unconscious.  

The natives wore skull masks to keep their identities hidden from Oliver.  They dragged him into the muddy passageways.  They tied his wrists to a wooden plank of a log.  They spoke a different language.  Oliver would fade in and out from the pain.

The natives hung the wooden log up high.  The wrists of Oliver were starting to cut into his skin.  Still, he couldn’t see their faces from their masks.  He could tell some were higher up in the tribe from the decorations on their skull masks.

He barely recognized when they ate a meal.  The natives removed their masks for a short time.  He started noticing something particularly about these natives.  It was fear in their eyes and breathing.  A misty fog was rolling into the gathering of these natives.

A sudden howling from several sources.  The natives climbed quickly for higher ground.  Drool from a canine being appeared in front of Oliver.  It sliced the thick rope.  He collapsed into the fetal position.  Then a sudden horn sounded off.  The canines scampered off into the misty fog.

Oliver burnt the ropes off his wrists.  He pleaded for peace with these natives.  The chief appointed a handler for Oliver.  It was his youngest daughter.  She was supposed to teach their ways of living in the tribe.  She pointed to herself as Recca.  She wanted to know his name, so she waited for a correct answer.  He introduced himself as Oliver.

She practiced pronouncing his name. “Oliver – Olier” 

She first escorted him to his residences in their guest room.  She laid out some clothes for Oliver.  He had to wear sandals for footwear.  It was a uniform made from animal skin.  There were different colors of beads dangling from the neck area.  He wore the uniform to bed.  He laid his satchel on the end table.

He stared at the full moon in Astoria realm.  The insects were alive at night.  Lightning bugs lit up the ground.  The crickets were loud and clear.  The ground rose the misty fog.  From a distance there was fierce howling.  Without hesitation Oliver connected with a dazed into this realm’s spiritual sphere.

He could see a little girl in this voided space.  She never turned around.  But she cried and cried from fear.  He couldn’t tell what was scary in this voided space.  It was a blank mystery to him.  Then something rippled through space.  The spiritual sphere dissolved with him opening his eyes to Recca.  She shook her face.  She warned him not to enter that voided space.  It was a no-no.

She led him to their stables.  She whispered into the ear of her horse.  She ordered Oliver to allow his horse to either accept him or not.  He didn’t hear what she said to her horse.  He spoke another language and the horse bowed in control for Oliver.  They traveled to the outskirts of their lands.  They rode side by side.  She warned him about their borders and that they hunt off their own land.

She gave her first lesson on tying a bowstring.  She started showing him by twisting and pulling after each twist.  He wasn’t about to struggle with an easy task.  After a couple of hours, she led him to the practice run on his horse.  Recca ordered him to hit the center of the targets as he was riding his horse.

He failed miserably for a couple of times riding his horse through the practice run.  Other tribe members laughed at him.  He wasn’t going to give up on this task.  He asked her about the racing fog.  She pointed directly north of their hideaway into the trees.  Oliver was going to see this for himself.

Every night the misty fog led the canines to the tribe.  The scratching howls became inferior closer.  Oliver jumped down with his spear.  Far away from a glance was a woman holding a crystal lantern.  The canines left for another moment.  He glanced up at the sky.  It was a full moon.

He hurried to where the mysterious woman was standing.  A particular scent of roses hidden the access to track the woman dressed in all black.  It was odd for someone or something hidden their tracks with the smell of roses.  Then in a flash the woman held her right hand in front of her body.  Oliver didn’t know if she was wanting to meet or not.  He followed the scent with his nose.

It smelt as if it was a hallucination of such.  Without care a woman grabbed his wrist.  She branded him with a symbol.  She didn’t have any eyes but still she could appear out of thin air.  She warned him that the witch sister needed to be killed before.  He woke up in a vinery of roses.

The vines wrapped around the wrists of Oliver.  The thrones dug into his skin.  It was absorbing the blood from Oliver.  He was unconscious from the loss of blood.  His power was draining into the vinery.  The mysterious woman waved control of the plants.  She thanked Oliver from entering the lair of the Almighty Witch Sisters cavern.

Oliver investigating the clear lantern.  It was around the neck of the Almighty Witch Sister.  He didn’t hesitate at one moment.  His nose kept leading to the intense roses.  The perfume changed from intensive to nothing.

It smelled rotten.  Then in front of him were tree roots wrapped around a skeleton holding a crystal-clear lantern.  There was a chilly breeze that ran down his spine.  He hesitated about turning around.  A cold skeleton touched his shoulder.  A woman’s voice echoed throughout the room.

When he twitched his shoulder, it ran down with a crevice of his spine.  There came to life two canines the size of seven feet tall.  They waited for a command from such a living.  They became ready to siege Oliver.  A ghostly figure of a beautiful woman came into the picture between the two canines.

They were seeing through Oliver.  He extended his right arm to shake with the beautiful ghostly woman.  She blinked her eyes into the color red.  Without noticing she froze the motion within Oliver.  He could hear his heartbeat then within a few seconds it got louder.  She started pacing around the stone statue of flesh.

Within seconds he saw the end of his life.  He breathed a couple of breaths before it appeared in his hands the crystal lantern.  His skin was pale white.  He could foresee the future for his own sake.  The ghostly woman ordered for him to take out her two canines.  They needed to feed onto the fears of the tribal nation.  Her trance became power within her own.

Oliver fought within himself.  He ignited his bare hands.  Then it spread among the rest of his body.  The ghostly witch escaped from his control.  The two seven footers of canines dissolved.  He breathed heavily for a few seconds.

He gripped with both hands a clear crystal in the position of his heart.  He attempted to pull it out.  There was no blood where the crystal lantern was.  Afterwards the lantern exploded into several rays of light.

There in front of him stood Recca.  She pierced the lantern with a solid golden arrow.  It knocked the physicality of Oliver out of the translucent of himself.  He had no idea what happened to him.  He used his spear to destroy the crystal self.  It torn into many pieces of glass shards.  Recca demanded to know what he gave up for self-righteous.

His duplication of himself kept control of those two seven footers.  Each one wreaked havoc on the tribe.  Oliver got up quickly.  He immediately stood in front of himself.  He pushed that golden arrow deeper into the heart of his ghostly self.  Cracks became visible on it.  He rushed over to protect Recca from the explosion.  The two canines dissolved into thin air afterwards from the burst.

She warned him not to go into the distant cave.  His curiosity got the best of him.  The witch still wasn’t defeated.  He needed to go back into that cave.  She knew the true reason for his being in Astoria.  She might of knew who the man of the east was located.  Recca wouldn’t be part of his traveling back into the cave.  She would just warn him not to give her in.

Oliver remembered that the headdress of the witch sisters wanted to meet on sacred ground.  There was a sacred burial ground between the valleys.  He left and thanked Recca for the life lessons of change.  She drew two symbols on the ground to summon the headdress of the witch sisters.  There were two circles crossing one another with a dot in each one that was the two symbols to be drawn.

He rode northwest until he arrived at the burial ground between the valleys.  The sunrise was happening.  He saw the large tombstone at the top of the hill.  He drew with the golden arrow dripped in blood.  He waited for something to happen on his knees.  Still nothing was happening just yet.  A sizzle of smoke formed when the sun was directly above him.

The head witch sister strolled out from the white foggy smoke.  She sat across from Oliver.  She warned him that slavery was in his forecast.  She handed him some burnt bark from the tree of life in this realm.  He spoke quietly about the reasoning of why slavery.  She didn’t hesitate on respeaking of it would lead him to the man of the east.  Then a dark creepy cloud formed in the area.  Lightning struck the witch sister on the spot.

She warned him to go into slavery.  When he woke up from his trance he was surrounded by another tribe.  They whipped him on his back until the flesh could smelt from the beating.  He didn’t weep or cry.  He was forewarned by the different witch sister.  A mystery warrior cuffed the wrist with forearms chains.

They dragged Oliver into the dirty muddy trail.  They deprived him from water along through the narrow ankle deep muddy trail.  He tried to stay focused on his own assignment, but the distractions direly defeated his purpose.  When they arrived four warriors guided him into a pit of sludge.  It was a waste pit.  There were other prisoners in it just as well.

Oliver was still in forearms chains.  The floor was slippery so none of the prisoners could keep standing.  He examined each room in the pit for a particular object.  It was escaping prove by this tribe.  None of them showed concern of the prisoners.  There was this one prisoner who wouldn’t move around.  He stayed with his face hidden by his long dirty hair.

The mysterious man yelled for everyone to stop moving.  The others listened to him.  Oliver observed the action.  Something was swimming underneath the sludge.  It was a maneater snake.  It attacked when there was movement.  A lost soul man couldn’t stay still.  It yanked him in the sludge there was a blood pool.

The unknown man swiftly moved in the waist deep sludge.  He didn’t recognize Oliver being from Astoria.  He finally found the hidden passageway from the slither large snake.  He led Oliver over to it.  He dived into the sludge and busted an underwater passageway.  He grabbed Oliver by the chains and yanked him under the sludge.  The whirlpool sucked them out into a hidden pathway in some vinery vines.

There were thousands upon thousands of slithering snakes.  Some were different sizes.  They were leading the two men to a salvation of their leader.  There were stone statues holding a spear and shield in their hands.  Oliver stayed behind the stranger.  He displayed no fear of such.  He stayed calm and relaxed.

The twin headed slither master greeted the two men.  It had a tasked for the two men.  It wanted them to destroy the ancient artifact that released mind control over the tribal men and women.  The mystery man wanted to clean himself up first.  The master nodded in an agreement for the mystery man.

He shaved with a dagger.  After cleaning his face, he shaved his hair off.  The muddy hair stuck on the floor.  Oliver couldn’t hardly recognize the man.  He stayed at a distance and waited for the mystery man to unlock the forearms chains.  He used his dagger to break the lock.  Oliver shook his arms from being in that brace lock.  The mystery man asked about the branded marks on the wrist of Oliver.

The mystery man introduced himself to Oliver.  “Squaz was what they called me.”  Oliver greeted him with his name.  “Oliver was my name.” 

He too had brand marks on his wrists and ankles.  It was the two wavy lines above three straight lines.  Oliver asked how he became with the brand marks.  Squaz sat near him on a stone slab.  His mother was a virgin sacrifice for his entrance into this world.  He explained that he traveled all around Astoria.

He washed the sludge off underneath a waterfall.  He was built like a pitbull.  Oliver joined him under the waterfall.  He still didn’t know if this Squaz was the one.  His leather straps didn’t glow or give off a sign.  Both was up for the task from the twin headed master.

Oliver wanted to know what Squaz knew about the Light Realm prophecies.  He didn’t know what they were or cared.  He wanted to see the different realms although.  He knew this realm needed freedom from the tyrant king.  He was gathering human sacrifices for some odd reason.

His information gathered from the tyrant king was a gateway to the heavens from human blood.  Squaz didn’t know what the reason for getting to heaven.  This ancient artifact was mind control.  He needed help from Oliver to destroy this ancient artifact.

There were four ancient artifacts from an unknown realm.  These artifacts were destroying the minds of four tribes.  It caused them to be savages that helped the tyrant king with sacrifices.  They were rounding up the other tribes as slaves.  They were mining a mineral that was BioHerdic.

He slid out a map of Astoria.  It was outlined with thirteen tribes and farther north was a castle tower.  There was a meteorite that crashed with the four artifacts.  Oliver asked to go see the crashed site.  He thought something else would be there under the rocks.  Squaz agreed that they would go in the morning.

The meteorite site was in the center of Asteria Realm.  It was surrounded by a great forest.  It was a seven day travel.  Squaz suggested that they hunt off the land for food.  He warned Oliver about the witch sisters that habitat the forest.  They somehow control the atmosphere of the site.

Squaz explained that they can’t make a noise in the forest unless they want to be caught.  He also added the witch sisters were preparing for war with the tyrant king.  Because he was also kidnapping the witch sisters for experiments.  He pointed to the map that the four tribes would all gather at the castle tower with their artifacts.

Squaz discussed that when the artifacts worked it formed a massive force shield and ignited the eyes of the natives into a neon blue.  It was the people who didn’t want to be civilized with one another.  They sent the children into the mines to dig up BioHerdic.  Oliver wanted information on why the mineral BioHerdic.

Squaz heard rumors that it gave ultimate power to whoever melts it and drinks it.  He checked into the experiments of BioHerdic.  It just decayed the individual and rotted them.  They arrived at the great forest.  He looked sternly at Oliver so that he would agree on the terms.  At the entrance of the great forest was a shrine with an inscription of dare to enter.

Oliver raised his right hand for a moment to discuss the warning.  Squaz shrugged and waved the warning off.  He pointed his finger to warn Oliver that they must be quiet in these woods.  He added that the witch sisters were mastering the essence of the meteorite crash site.  He believed that they formed a shrine for worshipping their god for the delivery of the rock from the sky.

Squaz added that they need to move swiftly through this forest.  The witch sisters hear everything with their new improve magic.  Oliver would follow Squaz and obey his rules.  There were pathways through the forest.  He admired how Squaz had leader qualities.  He still didn’t know if Squaz was the chosen one or not.

Oliver gave a thumbs up for cooperating with Squaz.  He led the way through the forest.  The morning mist didn’t seem to bother him.  It was affecting Oliver.  He started seeing hallucinations of either present or future happenings.  He paid little attention to them.  His eyes saw three children.  He couldn’t make out if they were his own or someone else’s.

He couldn’t make out their faces.  Which were fuzzy for some strange reason Oliver saw two figures discussing something important.  Squaz whispered that Oliver shouldn’t allow the visions to disturb himself.  He led them almost to the outer of the crash site.  He slightly smiled and pointed to the essence in the skyline.  Oliver felt a surge of power within himself.  His hands started glowing.

Oliver was unsure of the meaning behind this masked new ability.  He studied Squaz because his aura highlighted his entire body.  There was a long lengthy vision of a necklace around the neck of Squaz.  Now Oliver was sure the turquoise leather strap would accept its owner.  He opened his satchel and the jewelry box with the three stones started igniting into a golden hue.

The turquoise gemstone started lighting up.  It became so bright that Oliver had to hide his eyes from the brightness.  Then he had to find Squaz because he hid from the commotion.  There came the witch sisters out of thin air.  They froze the movements of Oliver and levitated him out of the bushes.

The controlled his entire body with a whisk with a finger it would snap the body of Oliver.  Squaz witnessed the whole segment from the witch sisters.  He was analyzing an idea.  He lit several torches with a blink of an eye suddenly.  His own body morphed into one with magical powers.

The mistress witch sister extended her right palm horizontally.  She summoned the magical human being out in the woods.  The trees and shrubbery moved right and left.  In a clear view Squaz stood there waiting for their next move.  She started down from the podium in the center.  She examined the different auras of Squaz.

“It can’t be.”

She raised both arms high above her head.  The weather started forming clouds with lightning and roaring thunder.  The wind blew hurricane winds then the rain started heavy.  Squaz wasn’t impress.  He slammed his left palm down on the ground.  It dissolved the situation in front of him.  Oliver looked among the beginning of the fight.

Squaz closed his eyes for a minute.  He was calling on his pure strength to check this mistress.  He raised his right arm with an open grip.  Then in a few seconds the mistress witch sister’s neck was in his right hand.  He was draining her powers of life.  She welted into ash in five minutes of his grip.

Squaz examined his two palms from the powerful experience.  He called out to the woods for Oliver to appear.  For a long period, Oliver stayed in the shadows.  He hesitated before strolling out of the shadows.  Suddenly in the jewelry box the leather strap with the turquoise gemstone became highlighted in a hue golden color.  It was levitating out of the jewelry box.  Oliver watched it as it hovered over to the neck of Squaz.  There it magically laced around his neck.