Read The Journey to Northumberland and the Rise of the Undertoads Page 35

  Under my command you must wisely rise

  be only Atamo the Astral Fairy, or the fairy tender faces his demise

  Widdershins, Widdershins, a Widdershins night

  all the children dance and shout!!

  The blue haze began to briskly swirl high overhead as the cool evening air began to rapidly rustle below and about their feet. Louis snapped the qugga-tail switch back and forth with great veracity and determination. Two extraordinarily bright white lightning bolts shot outwards, uphill, upwards and towards the heavens high above as Louis widened into his wizard stance once again.

  Two fantastical thunderbolts exploded upon the demising lightning bolts, they slashed the turbulent air molecules about them in two, the violent atmosphere slapped back together above the fairy circle and the greater clearing. Everyone present; creatures, beasts, dragons, beavers, minotaur's, yetis', cave bears, and undertoads were shaken to the ground as the notation of the earth shook in time along with the great wizard's powerful magic.

  The blue moon dwarf planet began to descend downwards out of the forgiving heavens as the earth continued to rumble, growl and grumble underfoot. Looking to the east...not the west...all eyes were blinded by the rising new sun. Gamma rays filled the warming skies as solar winds began to excite the heliosphere that surrounded the main-sequencing, rising yellow-dwarf star.

  "A new sun arises from the east!" said the disbelieving Trog as he shielded his eyes from the blinding new light of the midnight-sun as it radiated warmth upon his shoulder, this singular warmth he had not felt in a long, long time.

  T?ngarar Spadefoot's corrupt generals scattered in terror upon seeing the new day's new sunlight, they fled horrified, back towards their underground lairs as Spadefoot's massive undertoad army began to whither into nothingness.

  "Look Louis they run and fly back to where they once appeared. The winged demons and ground dwelling beasts they all retreat. And the undertoads you have unchained their souls they are being released to choose their own lives once again. THEY ARE FREE!"

  As the diminishing blue moon crossed paths with the rising new sun a total solar eclipse could be seen with the naked eye during the brief period of totality. A wondrous white corona magically appeared like an ignited angle flying across the midnight sky.

  The upper whirling blue vapors began to be drawn downward lower and tighter upon Chug, Short Stack and Louis as the new sun paused for a minute in the outer space above. Looking off towards the nearby earthen mound where Rukh the Firebird was last seen, now the loveliest vision the inhabitants of the Kingdom of Gwynedd and Northumberland had ever seen before mystically appeared under the umbra and inside of the innermost and darkest part of the shadows; the once beloved and cherished White Queen had arisen anew.

  The Queen of Elphame, Queen Elphen rode upon a sturdy and prideful white stead. She was no longer a "shape-shifter, she was one with the shadows for the moment, and as the shadows released her previous black-hearted soul, she no longer held hatred for T?ngarar Spadefoot in her heart-of-hearts. The Brawlie was clothed in fine white and jeweled linen with the crown of ?thelfrith of Northumbria squarely fixed upon her flaxen tussles. The powerful crown had been returned to its real rightful owner.

  As the mysterious dark shadows of the solar eclipse began their dramatic retreat and the new sun quenched all with glorious life-giving sunlight for the first time in a thousand years, her famed horse reared up on all fours. Queen Elphen bowed her head in respect to the direct descendant of Grettir ?smundarson from Bjarg the "Red Haired One; Louis the Red the "Real Hero" from Centerville, Indiana.

  Little Louis now understood what the White Queen had offered him at Hagby Tower just days before. Remembering the noble offering of the gracious queen Louis searched about a deep pocket in his wizard robe. Producing the strange herb Louis willing and lovingly ingested it. As the strange magic mingled with his mind and comingled with the queens, Louis understood the true love that the White Queen had for little Louis in her heart of hearts and for all things living in this world.

  Louis's mind had never been clearer or more alive as his eyes began to glow a soft cobalt blue color like that of the regal queen who sat upon her proud horse off in the near distance. His eyes glowed brightly at first then settled into a warm color of blue that would stay with Louis for the rest of his life.

  Louis along with his friends, the beaver army and Trog the Beaver King all bowed lowly in due respect to the newly risen White Queen, the Queen of Elphame who would soon be ruling over all the Kingdoms of Gwynedd and Northumberland.

  "The Widdershins dance and Walpurgis Night has officially come to an ending!" called out The Ginger at the top of his quacking lungs, "time to go back home boys, hold on to your bootstraps! Kaboom goes the dynamite!!"

  Two more fanciful snaps of the quagga-tail switch by Louis the Red sent two more towering bolts of white lightning then rolling thunder outwards into the universe. The earth rumbled and grumbled once again below the feet of all who stood inside of the fairy circle, as the blue swirling blue mists bore down on them from above for the last time. The ground underneath them promptly opened up and swallowed whole; Frank Frankle the King of all Bullies, Short Stack-who is sometime known as Mickey O'Flattery the Leprechaun, Chug Martin the Sleagh Maith Hairy Fairy and Louis Robert Parks the famed and infamous Fairy Circle Tender and Great Wizard.