'HELP!' The urgent message came from Autumn's good friend Jakob. She was surprised. What could make a grandmaster ice like Jake call for help? She wondered. Only one way to find out. She thought and ported. When she arrived in The Crystal Grove she saw what was wrong: three icy spiders and one Lava Weaver had grabbed Jake into battle.
'Thanks,' He said as he frantically cast a Tower Shield. Looking around at the spells already cast Autumn saw one of the major problems: Ice Shields. The Lava Weaver had cast them on itself AND the Ice Layers, adding to the Resist a shield. As she glanced down she saw that Jake's health ran down to 1200/2700. quickly she passed, then passed again.
'What the heck do you think your doing?' Jake asked. 'DO SOMETHING! HEAL ME OR ATTACK!'
'Thats what I'm trying to do.' she responded and gave a whistle. All of a sudden a field of strawberries grew up in the middle of the battle, among them a Satyr cheerfully playing his Reed Pipes. ' Hey Autumn!' it said as it waved, 'how you doing?'
Autumn grinned at her friend Grover. 'Good but I'd like it if ya got on 'N' healed 'im,'
'sure thing.' A all of a sudden the tune on the Reed Pipes changed. And as Grover began dancing, Autumn noted that his curly hair barely concealed his Satyr's Horns. And she bagan to sing to the tune of the Reed Pipes:
'i met a maid that went a-milking or a-milking so she said. this maid her name was dolly clothed in a gown of red, sing how-da-do and how-da-do and how-da-do again ....'
After the battle was over Autumn raced to the side. She threw down her broom and began climbing the Crystals. Jakob stared at her for a minute then shrugged and flew up to join her looking at the rocks.
That was when she lost it.
THATS IT! she thought bitterly, I'M NOT STANDING FOR THOSE STUPID WINGS ANY LONGER! She quickly raced down the Crystals, mounted her broom and took off.
autumn, knowing this was ashleys way of greeting her favorite balance student smiled back and plucked the flower, before tucking it into her hair.
but this time as she walked toward the front she saw something she had never seen before. there was a man working at the forge. as she drew nearer she examined him and his work.
the man was short, (or did he simply hunch over his work?) with autumn was surprised to see a long grey beard, huge muscles, a crippled leg held in a brace and an eye like Merle Ambrose's.
the mans work was a long, narrow, purple-and-gold sword. it was beautiful and autumns breath caught slightly as the man held it up, examining it, shining in the light.