Memoirs of a RAFian

[Cloak]

I'll post another chapter shorty.  I just have to run up to the mailbox (it's a quarter of a mile away, and raining, but it's something I have to do).

Wow...that is a really long walk.

Wow that's a long walk.

Tell me about it.  But it's the price to pay when you don't have a car (can't afford one just now) and you live in the boonies.  There wasn't sidewalks for about 75% of that trip.

Is it wrong that we profit from your sore, sore legs?

As it's something I enjoy doing, I don't think so.

Myitt was the first to call you "Cloaky". You said it sounded like being called a Pokemon.

Okay, I fixed it.

Now, another shortish chapter.

CHAPTER THREE:
Cloak Leaves RAF

"I don't understand," Dino was saying.

"Neither do I," Gaz added, "why are you going?"

"There's something I need to do," Cloak said, with his back to them.  "Something I need to do . . . ALONE."

"But why?" Parker pressed.  "It's not like we can't handle ourselves!  You know this!"

"We were with you on that ship a week ago, too, you know." Blaze pointed out.

"Yes," Cloak agreed quietly.  "But one has nothing to do with the other."

<Does Richard know about this?> Noelle demanded.

"Yes, he does," Cloak said, looking at her, deciding to look into her main eyes.  "It's not forever, but I must go.  I haven't any idea how long this'll take, or if --" Cloak didn't finished the sentence.  He was going to mention that he wasn't sure that he'd even live through it, but he didn't think that that would go over so well.

"Look, a Realm Walker has to do what a Realm Walker has to do," he said, paraphrasing an old cliche.

"Why do you feel that you need to do this alone?" Aquilai queried.

"I have my reasons, Aquilai." Cloak said.  He needn't be responsible for the death of a friend.  Cloak wasn't even sure that he himself would survive the Fractured Realms.  It's warned against going there for a reason, the Fractured Realms* are ones of extremes, according to the few reports of Realm Walkers who've actually journeyed there.

"And they would be . . ." Horse pressed.

"Will be clear after I return," Cloak said, repressively.  "Sorry, little seal, but I cannot say."

Cloak turned, and looked at all his RAFian friends assembled together, looking very concerned, but he must keep it secret, he felt.  He turned and swirled his cloak, then he was gone.

The other RAFians held their line of sight, until, one-by-one, they trickled away.  Estelore remained, wind pulling at her sundress and hat, and said something to the effect of "May God have mercy on your soul, Cloak.  Come back to us."

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*Just a heads-up, the Fractured Realms are based on a book of a long series I developed in high school . . . nine years ago.  I eventually lost interest.

[Cloak]

'Nother chapter.  I'll try to make it somewhat longer.

CHAPTER FOUR:
Some Like It Hot

Cloak appeared in the Fractured Nexus, which was nothing more then an empty void -- much like the content of any of those Fred productions by Lucas Cruikshank.

Empty, except for the eighteen realms dancing about in ovalish "windows".  Cloak realized that Malice may have already been here ahead of him.  Then he noticed a rippling in one of the "windows", a red-hued one.  He cursed loudly, and leaped into it.

It took him a moment to adjust to the environment.  It was blisteringly hot.  There were wild lava flows and lava geysers about everywhere.  Even the ground upon which he stood was black, like week-cooled lava.  The sky was, quite literally a blistering red.  The heat was barely tolerable, even for a Realm Walker.  Cloak tried to remember the name of this realm as he proceeded on.

Oh, that's right, it was called Pyrosun.

Cloak continued to try to follow Malice, but this heat messed up the way things smelled, and there were other newer smells that Cloak had never smelled before.  Cloak, as he took off after Malice, realized that there were humans here, Pyrosunnurite humans!  They all had the same variety of skin colors as the Prime Universe humans, but their eyes' irises, while a single color, the color of different individuals seemed to span every color imaginable . . . one seemed to have white irises.  All that possessed hair had red hair.  No matter the skin color.  Everyone had red hair.

What was more bizarre was that they had children and adults bathing and playing around in liquid lava!  As if it were water to them!  How the bloody hell was that possible?!  There skin looked like that of Prime Universe humans!  And that isn't very thick hide.  Perhaps they only looked like humans from an exterior point of view. . . .

Cloak shook his head violently.  He should get caught up in the interesting xenobiological creatures!  He had to stop Malice from obtaining . . . whatever it was she was after.  He's never read the Rothbart Manuscripts, so he hadn't the foggiest what she was after.  Was it reckless for him to come right after her with very little, if any, information at all?  Perhaps.

Cloak picked up on Malice's scent, and it was stronger here . . . at the base . . . of the . . . largest volcano in the realm.  Lovely.  Well, Cloak knew he could scale it easier that Malice, so he's got that.  He formed an energy disc, and stepped on it.  Then he "flew" to the upper lip of the volcano within minutes.  But, once there, Cloak realized how much of a headstart that Malice had had.

There she was on the opposite side, hand over the active pool of magma inside.  She had fired off her energy into an energy tentacle or hand, and it was submerged in the lava.  Cloak stepped of his energy disc, and could feel, via Earthsight, that she was groping inside of the volcano for something.  It took Cloak a few minutes to realize she was groping for a strange-looking jewel.

She just managed to nab it and begin to reel in her energy, when she realized that Cloak was standing their watching her.

"WHAT?!" she snarled, still reeling her energy.  "HOW'D, IN THE NAME OF THE VEIL, DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THIS?!"

"Let's just say," Cloak said, more coolly than he truly felt, "that you got careless."

"Well, you're too late, boy!" she snarled.

"Am I?" Cloak said silkily.  "Jewels are Earth, you know."

To this, Malice actually laughed, seizing the fiery red jewel, which appeared to have an internal flame as well, in her hand.  "So you don't know as much as I thought!"

Cloak realized a moment too late, what Malice was going to do.  She seized the hem of her cloak and swished it, before Cloak could complete his leap at her.  Then Cloak followed suit, and swished his cloak as well.

[Blazing Angel]

You split the dream team!

[Underseen]

which was nothing more then an empty void -- much like the content of any of those Fred productions by Lucas Cruikshank.

BEST SENTENCE EVER!

[Cloak]

which was nothing more then an empty void -- much like the content of any of those Fred productions by Lucas Cruikshank.

BEST SENTENCE EVER!

Yes, I think so, too.  Even though Shadow said she likes his stuff -- but she could have just said that to be contrary.  Other than that, I have NEVER met a fan of his work.  I did see a Nostalgia Critic video where the NC shoots him.  That I like a great deal.

Anyway, a new chapter.  Probably gonna be short. . . . Sorry.

CHAPTER FIVE:
Under the Sea

Cloak arrived in the Nexus void, still as devoid of anything as ever.  He saw a nearby poral or window ripple, and he dived in, believing Malice to have entered that world.

The first sensation Cloak had was his wet feet.  He realized, looking around, that this was a world of water.  The only dry land was a few islands sticking up outta nowhere.  They were, for the most part, without vegetation, except for one that the local Atlanhydrians (that's the name of this realm Atlanhydrias) called "Nareel Island".  But that was immaterial now.  Malice clearly wasn't on any of the islands.

But this presented Cloak a problem.  While tigers are strong swimmers, he, himself, was not.  He could form a bubble and bob merrily on the bottom of this beautiful briny sea* -- although it was an ocean.  But that wouldn't be nearly fast enough!!

Then he got an idea.  He hydrokinetically pulled the water around him and he performed a form of the "water snake**" and then, taking a leaf of Lugia's book (the one from the second movie), he essentially  created a whirlpool drill and drilled below the surface of the ocean and meandered a bit before getting his bearings.

There he noticed what passed for humans in this realm -- merfolk.  They had iracadecent tails of solid colors that varied from individual to individual -- but the colors were everyone imaginable, as were the eye colors.  Their hair was blue, every single one of them, which sometimes it blended in with water.  They were singing what sounded to be a lively and somewhat chaotic song with loud musical accompaniment.  This is what lead Cloak's attention to be diverted to them.

It was distracting, Cloak almost lost his concentration, and undid his underwater whirling dervish.  But Cloak forced himself to focus on the task at hand.  Malice, Cloak's gut said, would be heading for that trench to his left, in the aphotic zone of the ocean.  But fortunately Realm Walkers can function as their own nightlights.

This was gonna take a while, Cloak realized.  And he couldn't mantain this riptide spinning schtick forever.  The pressure down here wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it would make him severely uncomfortable and tight.  He had to wrap this up quickly!  Cloak used his energy as a flashlight, searching for Malice.  It was a few seconds before he realized that she'd probably be doing the same thing.

Within an hour or two, Cloak managed to locate Malice, in an energy bubble, casually and sedately bobbing along.  As if she were merely a tourist out for a day trip.  She stopped here and there, as if she were sniffing the local blooms.

Then, in an abrupt change of pace, she was already ascending!  And she was doing it faster and faster!  Cloak was still much too far away!!  Cloak poured on the power to catch her, but apparently she was far more adept at underwater maneuvering that he was.  Cloak was having difficulty controlling his trajectory -- and who could blame him.  This is the first time he attempted this technique.

But eventually both reached the surface, and Malice glared at Cloak, who erupted into the water snake technique.  It would have intimidated some, but Malice wasn't so easily awed.

"Too late, Cloaky boy," she taunted.  "Maybe you'd be faster if I walk instead of run to my next destination?"

The she swirled her cloak and vanished immediately afterward.  Cloak never even knew what she took, if indeed, she took anything at all.  He roared a Realm Walker profanity so loud that the nearby Nareels (disgusting creatures that appear to be a cross of frogs and eels with thin, slimy purple skin and googly eyes) were alarmed and retreated to the safety of the their burrows in the lake bed on the island.  Cloak didn't care.

He swirled his cloak and went after her again.

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*Get the Bedknobs and Broomsticks reference?

**A waterbender reference.

[Cloak]

'Nother chapter, methinks.  Probably gonna be another short one.

CHAPTER SIX:
Back to the Forest

Cloak arrived back in the Nexus, as mind-numbingly empty as the contents of -- oh, well you know.  Cloak wasn't wet, although he supposed he should be, but that was of no never mind to him.  He glanced at the portals or windows, however you want to look at it.  No was rippling in an obvious way.  But Cloak caught the slightest movement to his right and dived into the world.

First thing Cloak noticed was that this world had gigantic trees.  Redwoods were a small species compared to some of these behemoths, and there was redwoods here.  Must be the realm called Florest.  Cloak looked around . . . he was on the outskirts of a village of green-haired Florester humans, young and old.  He quickly stalked away, when he was startled a few yards away when a firabbit (a brown rabbit with crinkled leaf-like ears) dashed out in front of his path.  Cloak shoved his surprise away, and proceeded onward, at an increased pace.

Cloak strode for what seemed like forever, only to be taken by surprise again by a flock of scared birdodendron (small brownish-green bird with rhododendron leaves for wings), squawking in a quite disconcertingly way.  Cloak came to realize that in this realm, the line between plant and animal has been blurred.  It happened again from his left after a few feet.

Suddenly, another creature leaped out at him -- a vineleone, a leonine creature with a mass of vines instead of a mane.  Cloak was roughly the same size as the creature -- which meant nothing, as Cloak was confident that he could dispatch the vineleone with little trouble.  But it was still an obstacle that gave Malice more time!!  More time to get . . . whatever she's getting!!

"I haven't any time to deal with you!!" Cloak snapped at the creature.  "Shoo!!"

To his surprise, the vineleone did run away from him.  But it did not take Cloak long to realize just why he did run from him.  It was not because of Cloak, as his Earthsight was detecting impact tremors . . . footsteps.  Footsteps from a very large creature.  Just a bit larger than Dino when she's in her full size.  He turned to see what could have been a tyrannosaurus rex, except its arms were green and definitely vegetable, and it had thorn-like spikes from the crest of its head, down it's back, over the haunches of it's rear legs, and down to its tail tip.  It was known as a fernnosaurus rex, a rare Florester creature.

"Oh, I really don't have time for this schtick," Cloak snarled.

The fernnosaurus roared -- a roar sounding exactly like the roar of the T. rex in "Jurassic Park".  Cloak wasn't impressed.  But when it shot one of it's arm down, nearly catching his cloak, then he was grudgingly impressed, as the fernnosaurus "reeled" in its arm, which had become rather vine-ish.

"Nice trick, beast," Cloak said, "I'll give you that.  But I have more serious matters to contend with."

Using his mastery over the Wood element, Cloak bent two of the large trees across the fernnosaurus's path.  Then he entangled them in two more trees.  He was confident the beast could not jump over it -- weighing seven tons can be a drawback in that department.  Elephants are the largest land animals in the Prime Universe -- and they cannot jump at all.  Granted that's because how their feet are . . .  Cloak ran to catch up with Malice, hearing the fernnosaurs roaring and screaming in rage.

Hey, pal, Cloak thought bitterly, I did you a favor.  I'd just go to your hips . . . or just blast my way out of your belly.  Now . . . where's . . . oh, there she is!

Cloak had used Earthsight to locate her.  But the fernnosaurus delayed him too much!  Malice had unearthed . . . another jewel?  It was green with leaf imprints in it.  What on Earth was she going to use those for?

"'Bout time, Elements Master," she said, exchanging the taunting tone for one of deepest disgust and loathing, "you're really bad at this, you know."

"I'll stop you." Cloak said, hating the cliched nature of it.

"Oh, really?" she said, then swirled her cloak and vanished.  Cloak was only a second behind her this time.

[Blazing Angel]

She's visiting all the sonic realms for some reason...CHAOS CONTROL!

[Cloak]

Actually all of them are ones I created while in high school, based off the types in Pokemon, so . . . wait, were you referencing something I missed?

Anyway, I'd thought I do this, just for clarification, if any is needed.

Pyrosun = Pyro + sun
Atlanhydrias = Atlantis + -hydrias
Florest = Flora + Forest

Probably a bit obvious.

CHAPTER SEVEN:
Don't Bug Me!

Cloak arrived back in the Fractured Nexus, noting again its vast emptiness.  Briefly wondering just why Malice wants all these jewels -- before reminding himself she's after the Forbidden Power.  He saw a ripple in one of the portals, and leaped into it without a second thought or glance.

When he landed, first thing Cloak noticed was the muggy humity.  He was in some sort of worldwide jungle.  The trees, abnormally tall, but not as much as in Florest, were burned with thick, green, furry-looking vines.  This must be the jungle realm of Hyvect*.  Cloak found he did not like the humity much here, but he would brave it, just to get to Malice.  Surely, being a Tazmanian devil-form Realm Walker, she would have a problem or two with this place.

Cloak stalked around the jungle floor, which he noticed felt oddly dry and firm beneath his feet.  He looked up and to his right where he noticed a Hyvectoid human village, where they possess a dazzling array of eye colors and all sported olive green hair.  There was a young child giggling and playing with a six-legged dog with ant antennae, eyes and mandibles -- a poochant.  This village was also notable because it only had adults and prepubescent children.  This puzzled Cloak for a minute, before he saw a couple pale white coccoons through a window of a habitation.  Cloak postulated, as he moved on, that the children of this realm don't go through puberty, they pupate.  They must emerged from the coccoons as young adults . . . possibly five or so years later.

Cloak moved onwards, taking an inwardly interested view.  It was so distracting, so many different creatures!  In addition to the normal-sized ones, there were even giant flytraps and pitcher plants!  Big enough to easily eat a human or two.  It would be an awful way to go, but still fascinating.  Strange birds with butterfly wings -- lepidoavia, he thought.

Cloak shook his head violently, focusing on his mission.  He climbed up a large tree, which he didn't do very well, even using his mastery over the Wood element to assist him.  Tigers aren't particularly skillful climbers, and he was no exception.  But he managed it, and found, that the branches were large and sturdy enough to support his weight, but he decided to be lazy.  He formed an energy disc beneath his feet and glided, with some difficulty through the jungle.

He occasionally noticed some scorpioraptors (velocioraptor-like creatures with three pairs of foreclaws, raptor jaws, and a scorpion tail) that appeared to be following him.  They seemed to be able to adhere to surfaces rather unlike Spider-Man.  Perhaps Hyvectoid humans considered scorpioraptors a threat, Cloak did not.  He kept proceeding further, hoping to locate Malice.

Then one of the scorpioraptors, which Cloak was tempted to name Rachel**, jumped out right in front of him, and he executed a barrel roll on his disc.  Afterwards, Cloak blinked in shock.  Not because of the ambush, but because he didn't think that he could do a barrel roll on these energy discs.

"Well, enough of that foolishness," Cloak muttered to himself.

Then he accidentally breaks the disc, and falls, landing on his backside.

"I should expect such a pathetic entrance from you, boy," a voice said, snidely.  Cloak turned and realized that Malice was right behind him, she was holding a translucent jewel in her hand.  Cloak made to take it from her, and he successfully obtained it.

"Oh no.  Now what ever will I do." Malice said, blandly, with a monotone voice.

"What?"

She laughed, "It's useless to me, fool."

Then she swirled her cloak and vanished.  Cloak cursed a Realm Walker curse, as the scorpioraptors were catching up with him.  But then he just swirled his cloak and left Hyvect.

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*Hyvect = Hyve (hive) + insect

**After the Animorph, obviously.

[Cloak]

I know some of you don't go to the Bored Board, where I've already announced this, but this thread may go on hiatus and I may disappear for a while, due to family drama.

I don't know when I can post the next chapter, the one after this short one.

CHAPTER EIGHT:
And The Thunder Rolls . . .

Cloak appeared in the Fractured Nexus void.  He was starting to get really irked by Malice.  He scanned the portals, discounting the portals to Pyrosun, Hyvect, Atlanhydrias, and Florest.  He saw a fraction of a cloak whip into one, and follows it without a question.

He glanced around this realm, and saw high mountains, and electrical storms predominated the sky.  This must be Thundelectro.  Of course, he realized that he was in a Thundelectroan human city.  Like the other realms, they possessed a vast array of eye colors, and everyone possessed blonde hair.  He noticed that a group of preadolescent kids were literally playing with electricity.  Then he remembered that electrokinetics here were called electromagi, and it was somewhat magical in nature.  Not all Thundelectroan humans were electromagi, though they all had potential to be.

Cloak sneaked out into the forest, as he saw minute thunderbirds nestling beneath the eaves of a house.  He dashed around the forests behind the city, stopping occasionally to sniff the air.  He had Malice's scent, and he was afraid of letting it go cold.  He received a shock when an large ampiguanodon (an iguandonoid creature with electrified "thumb" spikes, glowing eyes, and a livewire tail) crosses his path, but he knew well enough that ampiguanodons are herbivorous.  He leaped over the lumbering beast, which startled it enough to swing it's tail, just missing Cloak.  Then it charged at Cloak, who thought, oh, perfect, THIS I have time for.

But, after a few yards, the ampiguanodon gave up or lost interest.  Cloak wasn't entirely sure which, but it mattered very little.  Cloak was quickly becoming accustom to the rolling thunder and the striking lightning, but that didn't mean he liked it.  Cloak looked to his right, and saw an unusually pale girl with wispy hair, and her head bowed, limbs limp.  Cloak, quite forgetting his mission, thought this was highly odd.

Cloak began to slowly approach the girl, who's head snapped up and began to motion and gesture in a beckoning manner.  Cloak, being a cat, was curious about this.  He approached but even more cautiously.  If he had used Earthsight, he might have realized what was going on . . . but it was like he was mesmerized, mesmerized with sheer curiosity.  Cloak approached closer . . . and closer . . . and closer still . . .

The girl's face briefly took on a supernatural grin before going slack, and being flung aside as a monstrous beast lunged forward, which Cloak easily sidestepped.  But his cloak had brushed against the creature.  The creature appeared to be like a rhinoceros beetle, but it's horns possessed six flailing, wire-like tentacles.  Cloak cursed himself for being so stupid.  It was a wire-horn beetle -- they would take a poor victim, impale those wire tentacles, tie into their nervous systems, and then are able to control and even speak with the freshly-dead victim.  They have to change these grotesque lures every so often, but Thundelectroan humans make up a bulk of their diet.

Cloak blasted the beast with a powerful pulse of air.  It just knocked the beast off its feet and onto it's back.  It was having trouble righting itself, but Cloak would be long gone then.  Cloak glanced at the girl it used as lure, she must have just been made into a lure, because she didn't seem all that deteriorated.  Cloak could not help but feel a twinge of sympathy and grief for the girl, though he had never truly met her.

As if to put the thought out of his head, he plowed onward.  He was striving to forget that, but, in the end, he never would.  He stormed onward, looking for Malice, discovering her nearly at the peak of one of the tallest mountains.  Cloak, using his energy disc, easily scaled the mountain, and found that the air wasn't as thin as he'd thought it would be at the top.

But he found that, once again, he was too late.  Malice was clutching a jewel that had lightning bolt-shape within it.  Malice was smirking, as if she were merely waiting for him to show up simply so she could gloat some more.

"Poor widdle kitty cat," she sneered.

Suddenly, lighting hit the area between the two.  Malice didn't look alarmed or concerned at all.  Must be nice have such complete and total confidence.  Cloak wouldn't know -- every decision he's ever made he always had serious doubts about.  Lightning struck the same spot again -- so much for that addage . . . okay, so it was a millimeter off.

"Give it up, child," she laughed gaily, "you'll never beat me."

"I've done it before," Cloak countered menacingly.  Suddenly, lightning struck at Cloak, but he stuck his right index and middle fingers at it, forced it down to his arm, down to his stomach, across his stomach, and out the other arm, via the same two fingers, at Malice.  But Malice had already swirled her cloak and had vanished.  Cloak cursed loudly, and swirled his cloak as well.

[DinosaurNothlit]

That's sad to hear.  I hope the situation gets resolved quickly.  Family drama is never fun.

[Cloak]

No, it's not.  And I've had far more than my fair share of it.

And I'm posting a chapter in the previous post.  Maybe it will prove to be cathartic.

[Blazing Angel]

Thunderelectroan... .

[Cloak]

What?

Yeah, it's Thunder+ electro-.

[Gaz]

Love the new chapters. Good luck with the crazy stuff.

[Cloak]

Thanks, Gazzy.  I love writing this as much as you reading it . . . hence why I have ideas up to Book XLII (that's 42, in Roman numerals, I think).

I'll try to post another chapter -- I had to go out walking today, and my feet still hurt.  Although there's an amusing "band" situation, where the sun tanned part of them, and didn't touch the other, the parts that were covered from the binding bands on my sandals.  But that's off-topic.

So, another chapter . . .

CHAPTER NINE:
Sand, It's Everywhere, Get Used to It*

Cloak tried to curb his frustration, but it was getting harder and harder to do that.  He looked for the portal that Malice would have leaped into.  But, of course, Cloak was a fraction too late to catch her.  He just HAD to redirect that lightning.  That gave her a lead . . . just then Cloak noticed a ripple to his right, so, without thinking or hesitating, he jumped into it.

He blinked for just a moment or two, then he looked around.  This realm appeared to be nothing but cliffs, canyons, crevices and desert sands.  This must be the realm Terraseismo.  Cloak saw that there appeared to be large birds in the distance.  They appeared to be ostrich-like in terms of size, shape and mentality.  But their feet looked ill-formed and grainy, as if caked with sand.  Cloak did not approach them, these sostriches.  If they're anything like ostriches, and they are, they can become very . . . ornery.  Cloak formed his energy disc, and stood on it.  This alerted one of the sostriches, but all it did was **** its head at an angle, as if trying to figure out how close Cloak was or what Cloak was doing.  Eventually, it lost interest and went about it's own business.

Cloak descended quietly and stealthily into the crevice, where he noticed that some brown-haired Terraseismoan humans had made a little village.  The appeared very much like humans in the Prime Universe, in terms of dress and mannerisms.  But Cloak strayed away from the village . . . as the crevice was larger than it appeared atop the sandy desert.

There was a loud crash and suddenly a large creature burst into Cloak's path!  It was the size of a badger-mole**, only bearing a resemblance to an ordinary mole from the Prime Universe, except for a drill bit-like nasal horn and forepaws like an excavator.  This molearth glared blearily at Cloak with its rather disproportionate, minute eyes.  Molearths are fundamentally blind.  It took a quick sniff, while Cloak stood motionless with detached interest, and then the molearth burrowed back into the wall, back on it's merry subterranean way.

Cloak pressed onward, following Malice's putrid scent.  He came upon a large crater area were the razorback ankylosaurs were feeding on scruffy-looking plant life.  While bearing an uncanny resemblance to Prime Universe's extinct ankylosaurs, these creatures' armor did not consist merely spike on the side and a club-tipped tail.  The tips of their tail resembled a flail or a mace, while they had six or seven rows of razor-sharp spikes on their back -- they moved and jostled themselves too much for Cloak to get an accurate count.

But then a most mournful sound reached his ears.  He saw one . . . and Cloak was horrified.  It was severely injured, that was for sure.  The gore and mess were too much to describe accurately.  Not that Cloak would ever want to.  But one thing was clear, this poor beast was dying, and the injuries were definitely Realm Walker-inflicted.  Cloak knew that it had to be Malice.  Perhaps it was because the backs of the creatures gave rise to memories of his friend, Dino, (though she's vastly different from these creatures) Cloak felt much aggrieved.

No more, Cloak decided. This insanity has to stop.

Cloak charged forward, and, similarly the molearth he saw previous, burrowed into the rock wall, using his mastery of Earth to basically swim through it.  Any earthbender would have been proud of the technique.  He was covering major ground, he thought, though he could not smell Malice's scent anymore.  So, he burst out of the wall, with a dramatic and flourishing exit.

He was surprised when he saw Malice right before him.  She was shocked, too, but only for a moment.  With a sinister smirk and a playful "Good-bye!", she vanished.  Cloak snarled a feline growl, then he noticed that she had dropped the jewel.  But it was transparent, as if just glass.  Cloak swirled his cloak and followed her.


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*Know what this is a reference to?  Watch the third Aladdin movie if you don't know.

**Yep, that's an "Avatar: the Last Airbender" reference.