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Burning sands and blustering winds were all that greeted the great moving castle upon entering this strange new world. Storms of dirt and dust screamed around the towers and turrets of the castle tearing and ripping at the stone. For minutes sand and grit continuously trounced the brown/black walls, to the point of almost knocking over the precariously balanced edifice. Mechanical legs strained against the force of the storm. Swaying back and forth almost to the point of toppling, the castle stopped in its tracks and lowered to the ground. Had anyone been watching this strange sight, they might have admired the peculiar grace at which the shaitan and castle danced.
Out of a small almost unnoticeable door emerged a young man with blond hair dressed in a tan and white suit that nearly mimicked the color of the sand. The storm having no conscience descended upon the man. It swelled and swirled, twisted and writhed around him. With an intricate gesture of his hand the young man was surrounded by a shield of wind of his own creation.
"That wasn't nice. I wouldn't want anything to happen to this suit let alone my home," laughed the man lightly.
Arms stretched out wide, eyes glowing with power, the man inhaled deeply. Moments later he exhaled a great gale force wind that surrounded not only him but his entire castle protecting the area from the storm. Moments later the sandstorm passed and the wind shield was relaxed.
"What a strange new world I have come upon," remarked the man with almost a child like grin.
Upon re-entering the castle and shutting the small doorway, the castle reared up and continued its travels deeper into the desert.
Tags:
howl, bluebeard
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No sooner did the door shut behind Howl, did he emit an ear piercing shriek. This was enough to send Sophie and Michael clamoring down the stairs practically tripping over one another to see what was wrong. Calcifer knowing Howl all too well, didn't pay him much mind and went back to concentrating on keeping the castle moving.
"Howl, whats wrong?" said Sophie in a concerned voice.
"My suit! Just look at it, its ruined! I thought I had put up my wind shield fast enough. Now its filthy. Do you know how difficult it is to get this sort of magical fabric cleaned?! Near impossible thats how."
With that exclamation the room started to grow frighteningly dark. Shadows from every corner of the room be them human or object stood straight up as if hearing Howls lament. They began to approach Howl and by proxy Sophie. As they moved closer they began to circle the pair, increasing in speed with each revolution. Sophie, still not used to such things but having an iron resolve screamed "GET OVER IT HOWL!" and smacked the pathetic looking wizard right across the face.
With that slap the shadows began to slow and eventually come to a halt. After a few moments they all rejoined the objects or humans to which they belonged.
"You hit me! I can't believe you hit me!" squeaked Howl.
"You deserved it. You know I care for you deeply but you have to understand certain things don't require such...melodrama. Plus magical or not there is no stain that I can't make disappear."
"Howl, Sophie, Calcifer over here. There is someone out in the desert walking behind the castle." Michael yelled, voice filled with excitement.
Sure enough upon looking out the window, Howl and Sophie saw a peculiarly dressed man with an even more peculiarly colored sand covered beard.
"Calcifer, stop and lower the castle. We may be receiving a guest." Howl commanded with even more boyish excitement than Michael. As per his order the castle stopped and lowered to the ground.
"Wait a moment Howl. Be careful, we barely know where we are let alone if this person is friendly or not."
Sophie's words fell on deaf ears as Howl was already bounding out of the castle back into the sandy desert. With a grand wave of his arm he beckoned the man closer to the castle.
"Hello stranger. Please come closer, rest your feet and tell me of your travels through this wonderous albeit hot and sand filled land we have come upon."
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Following Bluebeard into the castle, Howl closed the door gently behind them. Directly in front of them was a small stone staircase leading up to a cozy great room. This one room seemed to an amalgamation of four or five distinctly different rooms.
Off to the direct right was a very quaint looking beige tiled sink area with pots and pans hanging from the ceiling. In front of the sink was a girl of some 18 summers with fiery red hair washing some plates. "Hello" she said with a smile that was wary yet still inviting.
Directly in front of that, along the same wall was a large fireplace with a fire that seemed to diminish only as long as Bluebeard was watching it. The instant he would look away the fire roared back to life. "Calcifer, now you stop that and be nice to our guest." Chided Howl. With that the fire blazed a little brighter and what looked like eyes and mouth appeared. "Yes, Howl." said the fire sheepishly.
Past the fireplace was a staircase leading up to the left. At the bottom of the staircase was a closed door. To the right in the room was a long wooden table with a few plates and glasses. Further to the right was a workbench and numerous bookshelves laden with vials, books, and various objects of all shapes and sizes. At the desk was a young man of roughly 15 years, scribbling some notes with a quill into one of the books. "Hello, my name is Michael" said the young man quickly before returning to his writing.
"Welcome to my humble home, Monsieur...I don't believe I caught your name? I however am The Great Wizard Howl. That is my fiancee Sophie, my for some reason shy fire demon Calcifer and my young apprentice Michael." With a wave of his hand two of the chairs that were at the table with the plates slid over to the fireplace. With a second almost unseen gesture and a few whispered words the plain wooden chairs expanded and stretched and became covered in a deep red fabric. Where once there were kitchen chairs there were now plushly covered deep red velvet armchairs.
"Please do sit and put up your feet and regale us with your adventures, in where did you say Mehrdadstan?!" beamed Howl with eyes alight.
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"Two steps ehhh?" Howl said one eyebrow slightly raised inquiringly. "You seem to have mastered the boots quite nicely Senor BlueBeard. After I created them it was more of a shot in the dark each time I used them. I've since learned my own wares" Howl remarked. "I agree two steps should put us right at the gate, provided they have one. Any further and we might risk landing on an unsuspecting person. Oh! As for mischief, I think you and I can arrange something special for this city."
Two steps and miles later Howl and Bluebeard landed lightly in front of a giant city, much to the surprise of the people entering and exiting the gate. After the initial shock of the landing wore off, the people seemed quite indifferent toward the pair and went on with their business as if nothing had happened.
"What a rather pathetic reaction." Howl said slightly perturbed. "One would hope that two people bounding out of the sky would illicit more emotion. This may just prove to be quite an interesting city." Howl remarked curiosity dripping from his words.
Howl looked at himself and then at Bluebeard noticing how disheveled they both looked from their brief yet far journey. With a flourish of his hands and a few words under his breath Howl cast a simple transmutation spell. His suit seemed to shrink in places and grow in others. From one breast to two, from nothing to tails, from small to large lapels, and from no tie to a cravat of an ice blue. A creeping black started to slowly ebb its way around his newly formed suit. It was as if he spilled an ink well all down his person and it was slowly seeping in. A moment later Howl stood there clad in a beautiful black suit wearing an ice blue cravat. With another whispered word, his hair mirrored the color of the suit while his eyes the cravat. Around him the air was suffused with the scent of vanilla and jasmine.
"Thats much better!" remarked Howl as he inspected himself. "As for you my friend." Howl said looking right at Bluebeard. No sooner did he lay his eyes on his companion than Bluebeards clothes also begin to shift and reform. After a moment or so where once stood a windblown still somewhat sandy Pirate Captain stood a man appointed in a beautiful dark blue suit with silver brocade and a white ruffled shirt. The coat coming down to his knees flared out ever so slightly. Out of each sleeve the shirt extended ending in a delicate silken ruffle. Atop his head a hat befitting an admiral appeared sporting a plume of the same shade as his beard and suit. The air around him now smelling of sandalwood, and bergamot.
"I apologize Senor Bluebeard if I have overstepped my bounds. I certainly hope I have not. I felt it might befit a great wizard and a Pirate of the stature to which I believe you are to slough off our traveling clothes in favor of something more appropriate to our standing." Said Howl smiling mischievously. "If the suit isn't to your approval I can make it whatever you would prefer." Howl smirked.
"Whenever you are ready, shall we enter and see what this city holds for us and what we hold for it."
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"A Captain! Fantastic! I knew you had an air of bearing and authority about you." Howl Beamed excitedly.
After some thought Howl looked toward the west, saw various being of all shapes and sizes moving in that direction and exclaimed "I do believe that way should take us toward the center of city." With that Howl accompanied by Bluebeard (who's inimitable sense of distance and direction seemed to agree with Howls assessment) started to enter deeper into the City of Camlann.
Shortly thereafter the pair wandered into what looked like a rather bustling marketplace. There were shops all along either side of what looked like a main thoroughfare. Spices, perfumes, vegetables, fruits, clothing, jewelry, anything one could imagine magical or mundane seemed to be at at least one of the stands.
"This is perfect! I should be able to find most of what I need right here." Howl said enthusiastically. "With these ingredients, my magics and you of course we might be able to return some or all of the memory you've lost. I only have one issue. I still don't have the currency of the realm. I would ask a loan if it suited you Captain."
"One more thing. Having spoken with some of the shopkeepers, I have been recommended an Inn/Tavern of sorts called "The Dancing Djinn". From what I hear it has quite the reputation. I suggest we head there. Some dinner, drink and debauchery are called for before such a serious spell...Wait what is that? Could it be?"
Having stopped in mid-sentence and mid-thought Howl just stood there staring. With a rather perplexed look on his face, he turned from side to side scanning the marketplace as if looking for something, someone.
Almost breathlessly Howl whispered "Is it even possible?"
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Hook stood perfectly still as one of the would be muggers advanced upon him, "shouldn't have gotten involved cripple, we're desperate men who've done evil things" sneered his opponent.
"Oh, evil things?" Hook asked ironically, "Ha, you think your selves villains then, prepare ot meet thy doom at the hands of true scoundrel"
"alright then pretty, you really want this?
Hook grinned maliciously before drawing his sword. Then with a flourish he raised his gleaming iron hook ,"oh indeed sir, humor the hook!"
the man dashed at hook with his weapon, only to find himself doubled over in pain. Hook withdrew the now bleeding iron talon from his assailants gut, who dropped to the floor without a sound. Hook removed a silk handkerchief from his pocket and began to clean the filthy blood off of his hook.
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Blue did want to say something, perhaps only to express his gratitude but a troubling image kept coming back to him, an image that didn't seem that it should be so very important.
Standing on the deck of his ship and sailing the wide sea after the murder of his first wife (which was not by his hands, opposing to popular legend) the sky seemed infinitely vast. Little sparks of hopeful light from the stars burning above him were the only comfort for his broken heart, that and the empty jug of grog he'd just finished. The swill he'd swallowed was nothing compared to the lonely beauty of night and he sought his solace here, on the deck alone having sent all his other hands to their bunks.
It was then that a peculiar meteor shower began, all coming from one spot in the sky, bits of burning streaking out across the inky blackness of night. One such meteor arched out and approached him at fierce speed. He didn't believe what he was seeing was happening and he didn't think to get out of the way.
The meteor, which was in fact a broken shard of the devil's mirror pierced his flesh and entered his heart, lodging there with fierce magic. He felt an icy cold spread over and the pain and sorrow of Mercedes' passing was suddenly lifted with a stillness, a kind of calm he had never possessed in all his life.
He knew his purpose. He must marry again and if his new wife were to betray him he must punish her. Again and again, to teach them not to betray, as he should have done with Mercedes, that foolish silly woman.
He blinked. He wasn't on the deck of his ship. He was looking over at Howl and trying to decipher the meaning of this memory, lost to him even before his entrance in Pentamerone. He smiled, a little manically. I was chosen. I was given a mission. And I have fulfilled it to the very letter.
"Thank you," he said to Howl as he rose from his spot on the floor, wiping his clothing for the minimal amount of dust he'd collected from the pentagram. "It's all become very clear to me," he added. He was oddly satisfied and the lack of guilt over the murder of his wives came into stunning clarity. I am an instrument of God, he thought proudly. And they were merely foolish children who needed proper education. I must find her and teach her.
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