WHIZZENMOG BETRAYAL
PHILLIP & WHIZZY SHORT
Written & Illustrated by
Christopher M. Purrett
www.LandOfMistasia.com
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Summary: Two brothers torn apart by one’s inner battle between good and evil; one is lead astray by an evil sorcerer.
[1. Fantasy – Fiction. 2. Science Fiction – Fiction. 3. Wizards – Fiction. 4. Heroes – Fiction.]
Released in United States of America
Second eBook Edition, October 2015
CHAPTERS
1 – ETHAN WHIZZENMOG
2 – WOLVERINE FOREST
3 – THE RETURN HOME
4 – MORNING OF TRUTH
5 – BATTLE OF BROTHERS
6 - PUNISHMENT
7 - REDEMPTION
ETHAN WHIZZENMOG
1
Standing before me was the shadowy figure of my brother. His back was to the light of the full moon, which hung large in the dark, star-filled sky. His usually red-colored fur was nearly black. His eyes were intense and fixed on me.
My heart pounded in my chest. It was hard to breathe. I held my arm outstretched with my wand gripped tightly in my right paw. My yellow fur seemed to glow against the brightness of the full moon making it quite difficult to hide.
“Don’t do it, Rainer!” I pleaded as the tip of his wand lit up. “No!” I screamed in fear.
A bolt of light dashed toward me and slammed into my chest before I could jump out of the way. My body went numb and I fell on my back. I was now staring into the Mistasian night sky. The blades of grass wrapped around my long fox ears. I wanted to get up and run away, but nothing moved. My big brother had just paralyzed me with a spell. It was the same thing every time. We would begin to practice our spells and one way or another it would end with me losing.
“Great job, Rainer. You have really developed into a premier wizard, son.” The voice of our father, Glyndon Whizzenmog, proudly proclaimed. “The King and Queen will be truly impressed with your skills.”
“Thank you, father!” my brother gleefully replied.
“Tomorrow I will present you to the King. You are ready to join me in protecting the throne, Rainer.”
Then our father turned his attention to me as I still remained motionless in the cool grass. “Ethan. I’m disappointed,” He said with a deep exhale. “Your brother has defeated you with the exact same spell three days in a row now. Will you ever learn?”
Even in the dark, I could see the disapproval in my father’s eyes. Rainer was so much stronger and quicker than me. It was unfair. We weren’t the same wizard.
I watched as my father patted my brother on the back, “Great job!” Then he turned and walked away leaving me paralyzed in the grass.
My heart sank. I don’t know why it still bothered me…my father had always been that way. He was embarrassed of me.
Rainer pointed his wand at my chest again. It lit up sending a warmth surging through my body as if the blood suddenly flowed through my veins again. I took a deep breath. When my brother reached out his hand to help me, I pushed it away.
“I don’t want your help!” I shouted in disgust. “Why do you have to do that?” I angrily yelled at him once I was back to my feet.
Rainer was taller than I was too. I had to stand on my tip toes to see eye to eye with him.
“Cut that out, Ethan.” Rainer shoved me in the chest and laughed. I stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock, falling back into the grass again. Rainer quickly realized he had pushed too hard.
“Hey, I’m sorry. Let me help you up.”
“I don’t need your help, brother!” I was fuming. My left paw was bruised, but not as deeply as my ego. He just didn’t understand what it was like to feel small…weak. I wanted to show him so badly, but knew I would never match up to him…our father’s favorite son.
“Come on. Let’s go back to the house.” Rainer turned and started walking, but then stopped when he noticed I wasn’t following. He was used to me following him everywhere. I had always been envious of him, but now I was just angry. “Ethan?”
“You go,” I calmly replied. “I want to be alone.”
“But father is waiting for us?” Rainer ignorantly stated.
“No, Rainer.” I held back tears. “Just you!”
WOLVERINE FOREST
2
The air was crisp and cool as it swept across Dragon Lake and floated into Cadieux Village. I started to walk along the shore just thinking to myself and not really paying attention to the village behind me in the distance. When I finally stopped to pick up a crescent-shaped rock at my foot and toss it into the lake I noticed the torches from the village were no longer visible.
Should I go back?, I questioned myself.
“No,” I answered aloud and tossed the rock into the lake. “They’ll never notice I’m gone.”
So I continued to walk along the shore. Dragon Lake was the calmest water anywhere in Mistasia. It looked like it was frozen as the moonlight reflected from the top of the steady water. In the distance I could make out the treetops of Wolverine Forest.
Why is he so mean to me? Images of my father’s disappointed expression haunted me all night long. The farther I got from the castle, the more I realized I could never go back. There was no reason for me to return.
I should just keep walking, I thought to myself. Behind me I heard a snort. When I turned, I gasped.
Staring at me was a very large wolverine. The beast growled. Its fangs hung down from its upper lip. The Wolverine had snuck up on me. I could hear my father’s voice, “You will never learn!”
Suddenly, I realized I had my wand in my paw and pointed it at the beast. The Wolverine grunted loudly and bent down to attack.
“No, don’t do it!” I yelled in my deepest voice, which sounded more like a whimpering child.
The wolverine charged. I fired the first spell I could think of in a panic. It completely missed because my hand was shaking so badly. The spell hit a small tree causing it to drop all its leaves and acorns, leaving it naked. I ducked to avoid the wolverine, but it still grabbed me. Now, I was dangling in the air by my ankles. I dropped my wand, which the beast quickly snapped up from the grass. It pushed its big, ugly face into mine. Its warm, smelly breath burned my nostrils.
I’m in so much trouble. I cried in my head. I hoped this hungry beast wasn’t going to eat me for a snack. I closed my eyes. Then, we were moving again. When I opened them I realized the wolverine was running back toward the forest. Where there were more wolverines!
I hit the ground with a thud, rubbing my neck as it throbbed with pain. Then, I heard a voice that would change my life.
“What brings a Whizzenmog to the Wolverine Forest?” The crass voice challenged me.
I hesitated to look up and see who was speaking.
“Answer me, fox!” He yelled.
I shuddered at the anger in his voice. It reminded me of my father. I tried to answer his question, but when I moved my lips n
othing came out.
“Stubborn…just like his father!” The voice replied.
“No!” I suddenly found my voice. For the first time I looked away from the dirt-covered forest floor and saw the elven man that sat before me. He was old and thin. He had short white hair, and a long braided white beard. The elf glared at me. “I mean…I am not like my father.” I clarified.
The man smiled and sat upright in his throne. It was a beautifully carved wooden throne made from the root of a massive tree. Two wolverines stood at his sides like guards.
“Who are you?” I mustered up the courage to ask.
The elf scoffed as though he was offended that I didn’t know.
“My name is Pierre LaCroiux, and I ask you again young Whizzenmog. What brings you to my forest?”
“Well…I…well,” I stammered as I tried to figure out how to explain my situation.
Then LaCroiux stood from his throne and walked toward me. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to remind myself to breathe. My paws trembled as I began to recoil. The elder elf put out his hand and placed it on my shoulder. Then he knelt before me. Our eyes met and a strange sensation overcame me. It was calm. My paws no longer trembled, my heartbeat returned to normal.
“You can tell me…Ethan,” Pierre LaCroiux spoke in a friendly voice.
“How…how did you know my name?” I didn’t know if I should be fearful or honored by his knowledge.
“I make it my business to know the names of the King’s wizard guardians,” he smiled. “Word has come to my ear that you and your father are…not seeing eye to eye.” He suddenly stopped. He appeared to be awaiting my answer.
“Ah…yes Lord LaCroiux,” I responded.
“Sorcerer,” He corrected.