“We have no intentions of surrendering to the likes of
you,” Yaga said. She seemed awfully determined. As for me, I had no idea how on
earth we were going to get out of this one without turning into giant fleshy
balloons.
Yaga pulled the backpack that she had filled up before we
had left the cottage, opened up a pouch, and pulled out a long silvery wand.
Apparently this wand wasn’t her most powerful wand, but it was still something
that she could use to somehow focus the energy from one thing to another. I had
the feeling that this Yaga was very experienced. Sir Champagne had referred to
her as the famous Baba Yaga. I hadn’t ever heard that name before, but it
sounded important. In any case, it meant that she was probably a very powerful witch.
“What do you plan to do with that?” Champagne scoffed. “You
know that all cheeses from The Curds of Wrath are immune to all magic.”
She pointed her wand forward and there was a buzzing
electrical sound, like that from a science fiction movie. A beam of
concentrated energy flew from the wand striking the stump directly behind the startled
Champagne. And almost instantly the stump of the tree began to writhe and move,
its twisted roots popping up out of the soil to grab Champagne’s ankles and wrists.
He could no longer throw the cheese.
“Impressive witch!” Champagne said sarcastically. “Manipulation
of Energy is a very advanced skill.”
“What did you expect from someone who is about 900 years
old?” Baba Yaga replied.
“But I bet that you weren’t expecting this.” Sir
Champagne said, he snapped his fingers that weren’t occupied by holding the
cheese, and we heard a loud crunching noise as something large and pink bounded
out of the forest toward the clearing. It was strange, really, how the odd pink
creature jumped like that, it was almost as if it were… “A Rabbit!” I cried in
alarm.
Just millisecond later an enormous rabbit about the size
of the entire chicken-legged cottage jumped out of the trees and immediately, with
its large yellow fangs, ripped through the roots that bound Sir Champagne!
The rabbit, I noticed, smelled rank like sulfur; and its
pink fur was matted and stained as if it had been bathed in blood. It had red
glowing eyes that seemed to pierce our souls. It stared at us cruelly as it
nibbled on Sir Champagne’s restraints.
“A Demon Rabbit from the Superior Realm!” Yaga yelled. “Run
for it children we don’t stand a chance!”
To Be Continued…
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