Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Tuesday Tales ~ Summer BlockBuster 2018 ~ The Clockwurk Labyrinth Chapter 17

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The Clockwurk Labyrinth 

If mew missed the thrilling start of our latest adventure, here are the catch up links...



And now here's this weeks chapter...


~ Chapter 17 ~

Magick and Mayhem 

         I sniffed the bowls contents and when I tell mew it was delicious, the aroma was incredible. “Camomile, what’s in it?” I asked taking the bowl from her. 

She pointed to the bubbling pot on the stove with a flourish and asked softly. “Oh Commander Basil, don’t you trust me?” 

This put me in a bit of a sticky-predicament; if I said no, I risked insulting our hostess and pawsibly ruining getting to Fudge in time, and if I said yes and ate it, then wished I hadn’t, I was going to be severely hissed off.  I glanced briefly at my team and noticed they were almost buzzing with energy, they had a glow; even Winston seemed somewhat restored, his fur looked glossier and he even looked a little fatter.  So I thought ‘what the fluff’ and downed the contents.  Suddenly I felt better than ever, a warmth spread through my entire being and I don’t know how but I felt stronger, I could feel my fur quivering, bristling with energy and I looked at Camomile who was smiling. “A magickal meal then?” I wundered aloud.

She laughed and it sounded like wind-chimes tinkling softly in a gentle breeze. “Commander Basil, you are so funny, of course it was a magickal broth,” she almost trilled with delight. “And now you have the edge, The Old One’s magic will not work on you or your friends.” 

I pondered this fur a moment, before replying. “Mew mean we're magickally immune, that's epic!” 

Camomile nodded and started to fly towards a solid wall beckoning me to follow with the utmost urgency. “We must go, time is short!” 

*    *    * 

        “Posie!” Snowie cried anxiously. “They’re all gone from the tapestry, there’s only me, mew and Fudge left.” 

Posie stared the wall-hanging intensely. “That’s so not good!” she breathed.  

Snowie started to pace back and forth across the Fursian rug, as Posie lifted the antique magnifying glass from the desk to take a closer look at the tapestry.  She stared at the beautiful needlewurk, it was an exquisite piece; each stitch purrfectly executed, the attention to detail was staggering as she focused on the picture of herself and jumped back in amazement as her miniature-self waved. 

“Did  mew see that?” Posie blurted in shock and jabbed a paw towards the tapestry. “That mini-me just waved at me! LOOK! LOOK! Yours is waving too!!! OH MY COD what devilry is this?” 

Snowie jumped straight offur the desk in a single leap and stared at her mini-doppelganger; who was indeed waving and rather enthusiastically too. “What the fluff...” she began edging back until her tail bumped the desk. 

“What in Basts name is it?” Posie asked. “That is some really hinky stuff right there, and why the fluff does Basil even have something like that?” 

“He has it because he loves you all,” a deep voice rumbled from the corridor. 

Snowie and Posie nearly jumped out of their fur as they spun around to see Horice through the open door. 

“Horice!” Posie gasped rushing to him followed by Snowie. “Mew startled us, what are mew doing up here? I thought mew were resting!” 

“Aye don’t be angry little one,” he said in his gentle rumble. “I am quite well and restored now thanks be to ye Miss Posie, ye 'ave some mighty fine healing paws.” 

Posie smiled and hugged Horices ankle. “Awwww big dude I’m so happy mew’re feeling better, but...” 

“Don’t be fretting little ones,” Horice said genially, his trunk pointing towards the tapestry. “Captain Basil and his crew are quite well... look!” 

They turned to see Basil, Humphrey, Amber, Parsley, Pandora and Smooch's mini doppelgangers reappear right before their eyes. The Tree of Life was complete once again. Yet even more mysteriously another cat appeared on one of the branches, the image was slow to reveal but aftur a few minutes there was a rather handsome and extremely dashing Maine Coon purrched proudly among the lush foliage. 

“Who is that?” Snowie asked in a breathy whisper. “He’s a bit of hunk, yes?” 

Posie laughed and replied. “Oh he’s definitely a hunk, mmmmmm, now that’s a man-cat if effur I saw one!” 

Horice cleared his throat, Snowie and Posie blushed as he said. “The tapestry was made by Druids, it was stitched with threads infused with...” he stopped abruptly. 

“Infused with what?” Snowie and Posie asked curiously. 

Horice faltered and then explained. “The threads ‘ave been infused with the magickal waters from the ancient city of Bubastis, from the Temple of the great goddess Bastet herself... it is the most ancient and potent magick of all.” 

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” Snowie and Posie breathed in awe. 

“Basil had it made so that ye would all be able to remain together no matter where each of you may be,” Horice tried to explain, but it was hard to find to right wurds. “The magickal threads link you all together for eternity.” 

Snowie looked at Posie. “Oh so that’s why I can’t effur get any alone time then!” she laughed. 

“Mew mean our souls are bound together fur effur?” Posie asked. 

Horice nodded. “Basil wanted to make sure his family would always be together, now and always,” he revealed. “In this life, the afturlife and all lives, mew will always end up back together.” 

“No fluffing wunder we have to keep coming back then!” Posie guffawed loudly, then added thoughtfully. “And as much as I like the laid-back vibe at the RB I really, really miss all the action here!” 

“Oh me too!” Snowie grinned. “I so miss my comms desk, I miss the action, the adventure and I really miss being at home.” 

Horice gently picked both of the cats up in his trunk and gave them a little squeeze. “Aye don’t ye being starting to cry now!” he choked up. “We ‘ave things to be doing, preparations need to be made.”  And he lumbered down the corridor carrying Snowie and Posie.

*    *    * 

Fudge stepped forward again, the spear-tip glinting menacingly in the remaining torchlight.   

The ground was still shaking, though the tremors began to subside. The pom pom creatures gripped tightly onto Fudges ruff and chirruped excitedly, and he could feel the other cats and creatures at his six and he took a steadying breath as he squared up to The Old One. 

This is it, he thought, this is my one chance... my do or die moment, and he let out his most terrifying war-cry as he launched towards The Old One.  

*    *    *

        Camomile touched the wall; the rock appeared to liquefy before my eyes, it melted away revealing a doorway into the centre of the maze. The ground was shaking, huge stone-columns collapsing, and the flickering lights cast really spooky shadows around the crumbling amphitheatre.  

Something caught my eye, a movement of orange floof and that’s when I saw Fudge launching towards some hideous muther of all uglies thing; he had a spear outstretched but the thing that I really caught my eye was the fact that he was wearing a bag of brightly coloured pom poms on his back. I thought this was mightily bizarre but then who was I to question Fudges fashion needs at a time like this! 

“B TEAM GO GO GO!” I yelled not hesitating fur a second as the most bloodcurdling war-cry sounded. I hurtled towards him, weapons up and ready.  Leaping offur broken columns and dodging falling debris as my focus and speed increased.  I saw The Old One lift his gnarled hand and begin to stretch out a crooked finger, extending its ragged, yellow talon straight towards Fudge, it was like watching in slo-mo and in the next moment a sparkling red glow shot forward and then slowed to an almost stop; I could see it rolling oh so slowly, light fizzing and crackling inside the magickal weapon. Fudge was sailing through the air, still emitting his spine-tingling war cry; mouth agape on a direct collision course with the red-fiery mote. 

I dug deeper fur more speed and strength, then something extraordinary happened; I was right there, hanging in mid-air right in front of the lethal orb which was still caught in the time-treacle. I grasped it in my paw, it crackled and pulsed fiercely but I felt nothing as I threw it straight back at The Old One. Time suddenly snapped back to full speed and I discovered I was hurtling at break-neck pace towards a tumbling column, and I twisted sharply trying to avoid it. 

The huge blocks toppled and as I looked up during my mid-air roll I saw there was no way I was going to get out this this one, and in that singular moment I looked at my team engaging The Old One; it was clinical, precise and deadly, my heart swelled with love and pride and all those other emotions which give mew the warm-fuzzies. 

The Old One had no time to even react as his own death magick struck him full in the chest, dead-centre. The force lifting him off the ground and propelling him viciously backwards. The sickening sound of bones cracking as he smacked into a huge stone block made my blood chill and what I thought was going to be my furry last wurd, hung on the tip of my tongue as I heard Pandora scream some truly bizarre dialect, which sounded like Klingon crossed with Latin. 

The stone blocks were suddenly immobilised not three paw widths from my head as I continued to fly underneath them. I rolled offur and offur onto the dusty ground not two seconds later and let the momentum flip me onto my paws. Looking up I saw the huge rocks drop again and crash to the floor right where I just been. 

“Jumping juniper berries!” I cried. “That was fluffing close!” 

Pandora gave me a brief nod and then turned her attention to The Old One. Turning to follow her gaze, I saw The Old One getting up, with jerky and rather disconcerting movements as his bones cracked into place and he began to heal. 

**AND CUT**


OH MY COD! 

See Mew on Thursday Fur The Next Thrilling Chapter

in

The Clockwurk Labyrinth

This is 

 Commander Basil and The B Team
Offur and Out Until Next time


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14 comments:

  1. MeOW The excitement, oh my!!! What are ya' gonna do next Basil? That tapestry sounds purretty amazin'. And we'll take some of that magic soup. Big hugs

    Luv ya'

    Dezi and Raena

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    1. Hiya ladies, mew know me I'm purretty resourceful! MOL We'll get mew the magick soup sent stat! XOX

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  2. guyz....yur tap a treez awesum, wood that we could all haz one; manee thanx two ewe camomile for comin ta de B teemz aide; fudge; talk bout timin dood. ewe, de B teem...we hope ta cod ya can find a way ta take down that bass terd old one; he canna re generatez like for ever.....can ...he ??? ;(

    ♥♥♥

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    1. Hiya Tabbies, dudes mew know we're all offur that bass terd like cats in fresh nip! MOL XOX

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  3. What the fluff?!? The Old One is regenerating? Hokey smokes!

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    1. OMC guys, who knew that fluffer could do that!!! XOX

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  4. That chapter ROCKED! I even felt it here as the stones tumbled and we both thought you were a goner! Nice one, Basil and B Team, this was an epic chapter!
    Toodle pips and purrs
    ERin

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    1. Thanks Erin, mew felt in Upper Much Mousing??? like wow!! XOX

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  5. O.M.G! I am on the edge of my seat! Go "B" Team! I can't wait for more. I am on pins and needles

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    1. Hi Stephen, HOOAH!!! P.S. hope the pins and needles are gone XOX

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  6. OMC! This is so exciting!!! Can't stop as I have to rush off to read the next episode.

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    1. Hey guys, see mew on the next chapter! XOX

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