An Interview With the Muppets Count von Count by the The Nosy Inquirer With increased knowledge about mental health disorders, the importance genetics plays in…
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"I said this was OUR mind! We are in control here!" Bran shouted above the noise and the elements quieted, the fog dissipated, the voices faded.
Medron held the ring up higher and began the binding spell but before he could complete it Asmodius bellowed and stomped the ground hard causing an earthquake which swallowed part of the circle and threw him free while Medrorn and Bran fell, Bran rolling off an overhang which hadn't been there seconds before. Clutching to a scrawny tree, the only thing he could imagine while falling seemingly to his death, Bran prayed Asmodius would be kept busy so as not to come and breathe fire on his branch.
Then Medrorn was above him chanting something and next thing he knew he was back on firm ground. "You have to get your concentration back," Medrorn warned. "If you don't Asmodeus can take over your thoughts and we'll be completely at his mercy. He's already been able to change the landscape here."
Bran tried to focus through the pain in his hands and wrists but another rumble filled the air. The pair looked around worriedly for its source. Luckily, Bran looked up right as the boulders from the mountains overhead, also not there previously, loosened and began to fall straight towards them. He shoved Medron out of the way and leaped after him but not quick enough. He went down hard, his leg trapped by one of the rocks. Medrorn began a rescue spell but then Asmodius was simply there standing in front of the sorcerer, the evil grin back on his face.
"Oh, I think not," he said. "I may not be able to separate your magic from you again by force but I'm fairly certain that the boy's hurt bad enough that it would be nothing to kill him, capturing his magic and stealing his soul in the process. But then he has become your weak spot, so here's what you're going to do. You'll willingly give me your magic, then you'll tell the little mage here to do the same. I'll then go wherever the magic takes me and you can free the boy, leave this insipid mental realm and return to that tiny little hovel you call home. Agreed?"
"Before I agree I have one simple question," Medrorn said.
"Time plays more on my side than yours with one of your number hurt and the other possibly dead, so why not."
"Where exactly is this boy you want me to include in the deal?"
Asmodeus looked to where Bran had seemed trapped. He was gone. Enraged, he turned back to where the sorcerer had been. He was gone as well. Roaring his fury, he stormed off to find them and make them suffer for the indignity they'd committed against him.
Unable to go far it wasn't long before they looked up to see Asmodeus bearing down on them. Medrorn was still healing Bran and seeking out Isi so his magic was too divided to do more than put up a weak shield to deflect the demon's fire bolts. But soon the shield weakened and Medrorn knew it would buckle and collapse before much longer leaving him and Bran exposed to the crazed demon's full wrath. With the last of his energy he reinforced the shield one last time, then got Bran to his feet hoping they'd have a chance for a Hail Mary escape. "I can take my own weight," Bran said. "You need your hands to conjure. I'll give you what power I can." Medrorn nodded and readied himself for a final defense.
Right then there was a loud crash and something seemed to fly past. "Down!" Medrorn yelled and the two hit the ground hard. Bran looked up to see Isi reappear somehow astride the death worm. She leapt off just past them while the worm kept going. Not even Asmodeus could shrug off such a sight, especially as it was heading straight for where Isi had managed to trap him once more in another circle. Then the demon seemed to regain his wits. He threw out his good arm and yelled,"Ignium!" Ignite, but Isi was suddenly there, sword thrust upward, causing the spell to bounce off of the blade back towards Asmodeus, just as Medrorn shouted, "Cremari!" cremate, and Bran shouted, "Intendet" intensify. A massive surge of power filled the three and the demon was surrounded by scorching blue flames.
Getting to his feet and holding up the ring once more, Medron called out strongly, "Asmodeus, adiuro vos ita!" Asmodeus, I bind you thus.
The worm touched the outline of the circle and Isi screamed, ""Excedentem eieci te ad infernum demergeris!" I banish you to the netherworld which lies beyond.
The earth seemed to buckle throwing Medrorn and Isi down beside Bran. Flames shot up engulfing the demon and worm with a deep 'whump', then died down. When the fire went out completely, Medrorn Bran and Isi could see the circle was empty. Both the worm and Asmodeus had disappeared.
Just when it looks like the three may not escape they are saved by a most unanticipated hero - the mongolian death worm from the begninning of our story! The moral is never writer off anything or anyone based on your initial impression. You have no idea what they are capable of, especially when your back is against the wall and you don't know where to turn.
So now that the danger seems like it has passed, what will happen to our trio? Will they go back to bickering with each other or have they learned anything? Stay tuned for a touching ending and word of a possible sequel. Thanks for reading!
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