Alfred's+Second+LInk

Laurella, Petunia, and Begonia began their search for Gregory. They left the fairy kingdom and traversed beyond its walls, all the way through the Crystal Forest. There was, however, still no sign of Gregory no matter how much they called is name. Little did the party know that they were nearing the radius of the large purple cloud-anomaly. As explained by the fairy king earlier, the appearance of a large purple cloud represents the coming of a major crisis for the world. And there it was, floating; colossal, massive, and gloomy, stretching for many miles. Closer inspection revealed that it even contained thunderstorms and rain. By now the search party was wet with drizzle, and the temperature dropped from a comfortable, sunny day to a chilling downpour. Laurella shivered and hoped that Gregory was still safe. Suddenly, Laurella heard the sounds of drumming. At first it was faint, but it still had the sounds of an intense beat. She wondered if it was the cold causing her to hallucinate, but the fairies seemed to be hearing it too. Eventually, they approached a clearing, and they could not believe what was before their eyes. There were hundreds of greasy men with chiseled abdomens, each with the strength to rip apart tree trunks. While looking at their faces, it was impossible to ignore their exceptionally large biceps; they were most likely larger than Laurella’s puny twelve year old body. Several of these men were pounding on massive drums, each twice the height of the fearsome beings themselves. Despite the extremely cold temperature, the men were wearing nothing but a cloth that wrapped around their waist. As they pounded away on the drums, the rhythm of the drums synchronized with that of the rain pounding on their backs. Occasionally a streak of lightning would light up the darkened sky and their faces, revealing determined faces lit with a fire of passion that burned deeply within their souls. It was a war rally, and these men were warriors preparing for battle. Upon seeing Laurella and the fairies, they stopped. “Who goes there?” asked the strongest of the warriors in a deep, booming voice. The other men turned their heads in curiosity, and the drumming ceased. “My name is Laurella,” she meekly replied. “I’m here to find my missing friend, Gregory. These are my fairy friends, Petunia and Begonia.” The Strongest boomed. “WHAT? Fairies, you say? Fairies are one of the main enemies of the gnomes.” “Gnomes?” the human girl inquired. “But you look nothing like the gnomes I know of.” “Gnomes are a faction that has been in hiding for many generations,” the Strongest replied. “We have been training for this day when we can finally defeat the fairies and the elves. We are the strongest of the strong, for each man we lose he will take five hundred with him. We will conquer the world! Hoo RAH!” “This is bad,” Petunia exclaimed. She turned to Begonia for advice, but Begonia was not listening for she was staring at the warriors with awe. Her eyes twinkled with a strange light. “This is SO COOL!” Begonia exclaimed. “Would you like to join our ranks?” asked the Strongest. “It will take all that is man to defeat the fairies.” Begonia instantly agreed. Petunia, however, pleaded otherwise. “Begonia! Don’t do it!” But it was too late. Begonia began feeling great surges of power welling up from within her. Her petite fairy arms grew tenfold and became biceps of pure destruction. As this was happening, her long, flowing hair instantly transformed into a viciously spiky black Mohawk, like when the ancient Mohicans needed to intimidate their foes. Begonia’s chest and abdomen also became muscular and chiseled; a wall of flesh that could withstand the strongest of blows. Instead of wearing her feminine fairy dress, Begonia now sported a black vest with death spikes protruding from it and a buckle with a human skull on it. Slung around her shoulder was a belt of M27 bullets, and on her should was a guard with a spike. No longer possessing a smooth and slim face, it was now grizzly and wore black, menacing tattoos. Covering her ears and lips was an abundance of earrings of different shapes and designs, and completing the new Begonia was an extremely detailed tattoo of a dragon that extended from her chest to her arms. “I am all that is man,” exclaimed Begonia feeling extremely manly with her deep, warrior-like voice. The chilly rain that poured from above no longer affected her; the cold feeling was now replaced by a burning, hot passion. "You traitor..!" Petunia began, but she was interrupted by the warriors. “Now that we have added a new warrior to our ranks, it is time to commence the revival of the gnomes!” rallied the Strongest. With an army behind him, he led as the gnomes destroyed both the fairies and the elves. Laurella and Gregory were never seen again.