Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a Prosimetrum
{A Pink Necromancer Prosimetrum, featuring The City of Slushies and The Desert of Planet Diona}
— {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 27}

Author’s Note for those not familiar with the series:

• There are 5 inhabited planets now in 3999. Vesonta, used to be Earth, and is the ice age planet where MOST of the series is set. Quaraun is the wealthiest merchant in the solar system, and owns a fleet of ships that travel all over Vesonta. But he also owns a fleet of ships that travel between planets.

• This story is set on the desert planet Diona, which in the 20th century was formerly known as Venus.

• The comet hit several planets, not just Earth’s moon, and shifted all the orbits around, causing 5 of the 9 planets to now be habitable.

• Diona used to be Venus, and is still EXTREMELY harsh and largely inhabitable, but also due to various experiments done over the centuries with trying to build bio dome cities, they’ve made it livable in bio domes, but there are the dinosaurs, and huge “Subnautica-like” Leviathans type desert creatures and water creatures.

• There are “Star Wars like” sand people type communities in various locations and some places it is safe to live outside of the bio-domes.

• But over all this is a very harsh, very hostile, very monster instead desert planet, ad Quaraun is one of the few merchants crazy enough to travel away from the safety of the bio domes into the deserts to bring supplies to the desert communities.

• Most people on this planet use gems as currency, as gems of many types are plentiful on this planet. Most gems are of the semiprecious tumbled palm stone type. The people do not differentiate types other then by colour (red stone, blue stone, white stone, ect) so items are priced such as “3 black stones” or “5 pink stones” etc.

• Quaraun rides a Deinonychus raptor (black scales with brown and yellow feathers) and BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn ride some as well.

• GhoulSpawn loves this planet, as it is the home planet of The Diontite Scientists, and ArchDemon Checka (the greatest scientist of all time) lives in one of the bio-dome cities on this planet.

• This planet is also home to The City of the Slushies, which is a place BoomFuzzy likes visiting (the Slushie Cult lives there and they only had 6 rainbow flavours of slushy to worship, BoomFuzzy gave them the 7th — black licorice- and so they declared him The God of Slushies)

AKA The story is set on Planet Diona, and is part of The City of Slushies series…and anyone coming into the series starting with this story, would be very confused with out the above details from the novels.

Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a Prosimetrum
{A Pink Necromancer Prosimetrum, featuring The City of Slushies and The Desert of Planet Diona}
— {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 27}

The black-scaled Deinonychus raptors clawed their way across the blistering sands, their brown-and-yellow feathers fluttering in the searing wind.

Quaraun adjusted his shimmering pink silk robe, perched high on his mount, his jellyfish silver hair whipping behind him. His mechanical gold hands gripped the reins lightly, while his cane rested in its custom holster along the raptor’s flank.

“Glinta, stop fiddling with that contraption,” Quaraun barked, his blue eyes narrowing.

“I’m not fiddling! I’m documenting! This planet is a treasure trove of knowledge!”

GhoulSpawn’s cloven hooves clattered against the rocky trail as he pulled his own raptor closer, walking in front of it.

“You can ogle fossils later,” Quaraun retorted. “We must reach the oasis before nightfall. You know how dangerous it is to travel Diona at night.”

Behind them, BoomFuzzy’s raptor snorted, its talons kicking up sand.

“Ah, Love, let the lad marvel. This planet’s a playground o’ mysteries.”

“Unicorn,” Quaraun snapped. “The mysteries of this planet are irrelevant unless they turn a profit. I am here to sell my wares, not indulge childish curiosities.”

The desert stretched endlessly around them, punctuated by skeletal remains of colossal dinosaurs. These reanimated beasts roamed the sands aimlessly, their hollow sockets glowing faintly with necromantic energy. Each one bore Quaraun’s sigils carved into its ancient bones, a mark of their servitude to The Pink Necromancer.

One such skeletal titan — a towering brontosaurus — trudged alongside the group, its hollowed ribcage groaning under the weight of its own unholy existence.

“Majestic,” GhoulSpawn muttered, jotting notes into a battered journal.

Quaraun rolled his eyes, but BoomFuzz ylaughed.

“Let him enjoy the sights. Not every day ye see yer boyfriend’s pets prancing about.”

Quaraun ignored him.

“I need to write something before we arrive. The Diontites value intellectual exchanges. A poem should suffice.”

BoomFuzz yraised a brow, smirking.

“Ye do know we’re headin’ to Slushie City first? Hardly a place fer poetry.”

“I don’t care.”

The group paused at a shaded rock formation, where Quaraun dismounted and pulled a small journal from his pack. His hands trembled faintly, the heat oppressive even for him. Resting against the sandstone, he began to write.

The sun splits the heavens, a blade of gold,
Pink silk wilts, no longer bold.
My cane sinks into lifeless dust,
This cracked land betrays my trust.
Even shadows burn under its hold.

Thirst mocks the depths of my resolve,
The desert’s riddles I cannot solve.
No rain, no dew, no mercy bestowed,
Heat whispers secrets, stories untold,
A ceaseless puzzle to absolve.

Unicorn’s touch, a balm, a grace,
His shadow shields my weary face.
A flask, cool salvation in his hand,
His love, an oasis in this sand,
Comfort blooms in this barren place.

Dinosaur bones rise, spectres of yore,
Bleached by sun, they demand more.
Skeleton armies claw the sky,
Ancient echoes refuse to die,
Forgotten wars on this fossil-strewn floor.

Fingers tremble, tracing runes in dirt,
Symbols born of pain and hurt.
A spell to call the stormy flood,
To wash this plain in lifeblood,
To end the drought’s enduring flirt.

My cane glimmers with spectral light,
The Rainbow Wand aids the fight.
Spirits linger, summoned by chance,
A macabre, hypnotic desert dance,
Power thrums beneath the night.

Silver hair whips, jellyfish strands,
Whispering warnings of shifting sands.
Ghostly ichor clings to my touch,
Their memories echo, a haunting crutch,
Knowledge grim from ancient lands.

Glinta’s laughter cuts the haze,
A sheep’s defiance, wild and crazed.
Clumsy feet kick up the dust,
His science fails, but earn my trust,
A humour bright in this parched maze.

This land of heat conceals its pain,
Its beauty waits beneath the strain.
Crimson skies and endless gold,
A place of tales and secrets bold,
Its splendor calls me to remain.

Unicorn hums, his voice a song,
A melody to push us along.
His food, a feast in times of strife,
His love, the anchor to my life,
His magic steady, his presence strong.

The desert sings a silent hymn,
Of life that lingers, always dim.
A cactus blooms in barren rock,
A miracle defying time’s clock,
Beauty persists, though chances slim.

I etch these words in shifting sand,
My thoughts, a diary for this land.
Let the wind take my regrets,
Carried far to where the sun sets,
The desert knows, it understands.

Parched dreams on a withered plain,
Rain is fleeting, love will remain.
For in this hell, we forge our bond,
A timeless tie, a magic beyond,
My heart endures the strain.

He closed the journal and stood, his cane tapping softly against the rock as he approached his raptor.

“Let’s move. The oasis is two hours away. If I am late, there will be penalties.”

The sun dipped lower, casting the desert in long, distorted shadows. The glowing lights of a bio-dome city appeared on the horizon, its translucent shell shimmering with rainbow colours.

Slushie City.

Glinta clapped excitedly.

“Finally! I’m dying to see those flavour statues again. Black licorice — the pinnacle of flavour science!”

Quaraun ignored him, eyes fixed on the dome. He had no interest in their cultish devotion to frozen beverages but indulged BoomFuzzy’s attachment to this ridiculous place.

BoomFuzzy grinned broadly.

“Ah, Love, ye always know how tae pick the strangest stops.”

“We are not stopping. I have business with ArchDemon Checka. And he lives in the most remote biome on this planet,” Quaraun said coldly. “Unicorn, if you wish to bask in your absurd cult’s adoration, do it quickly. We have weeks of travel ahead of us.”

The group rode toward the city gates, skeletal dinosaurs trailing behind, their hollowed moans rising in the desert wind. As they approached, the cultists swarmed, crying out in reverence to their “Slushie God.”

Quaraun sighed heavily, already dreading the theatrics.

“Next time,” he muttered. “I am travelling alone.”

Unicorn smirked, his grey dreadlocks catching the wind.

“Aye, Love, but ye’d miss me too much.”

Quaraun glared at him, but his lips twitched into a faint smile.

“Let’s do what we came here for.”

Later that night, after selling their wares…

Moonlight filtered through the pink silk tent, casting soft, rosy hues over the piles of colourful gems scattered across the carpet.

Quaraun lounged amidst the cushions, his cane leaning against a nearby chest. His long silver hair shimmered like liquid mercury as he examined a smooth, blue stone through a jeweller’s loupe.

BoomFuzzy reclined on a low divan, swirling a goblet of absinthe.

“Three green stones fer that silk scarf,” he mused aloud. “Too cheap, if ye ask me.”

“Green stones are common here,” Quaraun replied without looking up, his voice tinged with mild irritation. “And that silk scarf was plain. We save the embroidered ones for richer markets.”

Across from them, Glinta sorted stones by colour, muttering to himself.

“Red, orange, yellow… Fascinating. The variety of semi-precious minerals on this planet is staggering. I must take notes.”

“You will take nothing,” Quaraun snapped, holding the blue gem closer to his loupe. His mechanical gold fingers traced the smooth surface, searching for imperfections.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes narrowing.

BoomFuzzy tilted his head.

“What’s caught yer fancy, Love?”

“This is not quartz or lapis,” Quaraun murmured, lowering the loupe. He held the gem to the candlelight. Its azure depths shimmered with a brilliance that set it apart from the other stones. “This is a sapphire.”

BoomFuzzy sat up, his grey dreadlocks falling over his shoulder.

“A sapphire? Well now, that’s a rare find on this rock. Valuable, aye?”

Quaraun nodded, his expression contemplative.

“Extremely. And this one is flawless. Whoever paid us with this did not know its worth.”

“Lucky us,” BoomFuzzy said with a mischievous grin.

Quaraun’s lips curved faintly, his blue eyes glinting.

“Luck is irrelevant. Skill is what brought this to me.”

“Skill or no, enchant it,” BoomFuzzy urged.

Quaraun hesitated, his fingers tracing the stone’s edge.

“Why?”

“Protection.” BoomFuzzy’s grin faded into a serious expression. “This planet’s riddled with danger. Ye can’t be too careful, JellyElf.”

Glinta looked up from his sorting.

“He’s not wrong. The Diontites are fascinating, but not all their experiments are stable. You don’t want to encounter a rogue construct unprepared.”

Quaraun sighed, closing his eyes as he whispered an incantation. His golden fingers glowed faintly as he imbued the gem with protective magic. The sapphire pulsed, its blue light intensifying before settling into a soft, steady glow.

“It is done,” Quaraun said, setting the enchanted gem aside. “A charm for shielding.”

BoomFuzzy leaned back, his smirk returning.

“Good. Ye’re precious cargo, Love.”

Quaraun rolled his eyes, but his tone softened.

“As are you, Unicorn. Now, let us finish sorting these stones before dawn.”

Quaraun sat cross-legged, his hands moving delicately through the remaining pile of gems. The sapphire, now faintly glowing with protective magic, rested on a small silk cloth beside him. The candlelight flickered as BoomFuzzy leaned closer, his dreadlocks brushing the cushions.

“More sapphires?” BoomFuzzy teased, peering toward Quaraun’s sorting.

“Only one,” Quaraun replied, his voice curt. “And that is rare enough.”

Glinta yawned, sprawling onto a heap of cushions.

“I still think we should catalogue every stone scientifically. The chemical properties — ”

“Unnecessary,” Quaraun interrupted. “I identify them by sight. It is faster. And more accurate.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled.

“Ghouly, ye know our JellyElf isn’t interested in science. He’s about magic. Pretty, shiny magic. Ya go catelouge all ya want. Just don’t bug him with it. Ya come tell me all about it after and I’ll quietly ignore ya with open ears.”

Quaraun ignored them, picking up another stone. The rhythmic sorting soothed him, though his mind drifted to the sapphire. Its depths stirred thoughts of the ocean on his home planet, the endless blue skies before the comet shattered the moon.

A pang of longing tugged at him, sharp as broken glass.

Setting the gem aside, Quaraun retrieved his journal. The others fell quiet as he uncorked an ink bottle, his gold fingers clumsier than he liked when gripping the quill. He dipped it carefully, letting his emotions spill out in verse.

Sapphire’s cool gleam caught,
Light imprisoned in a stone —
Ethereal blue.

Bound within sapphire’s glow,
Memories of oceans deep.
Moonlight fractured, shadows grow,
Dreams of skies I cannot keep,
Forever lost, forever whole.

Night’s tender whisper,
Starlight dances on the gem —
A silent beacon.

A tempest rages unseen,
Within the sapphire’s core.
Its silent beauty serene,
Yet beyond, chaos roars,
A cosmos locked, pristine.

Desert winds howl loud,
Blue stone hums a gentle song —
Peace amidst the storm.

Diona’s sands may rise,
Bones and ash beneath our feet.
Yet in the sapphire’s skies,
Lives the endless, azure beat —
The heart of Earth’s lost cries.

Time flows crystalline,
Moments caught in frozen light —
Lies within the gem.

Shattered moons still reflect,
The sapphire’s glistening fire.
Its perfect shape, imperfect,
Speaks of longing and desire,
For things we don’t expect.

Fingers trace the cold,
Blue depths hiding fragile truths —
Secrets in the dark.

Its surface holds a song,
A melody soft and slow.
Though the journey may be long,
This stone will always show,
What’s right, what’s truly wrong.

Breath of ancient tides,
Locked within the azure fire —
Mysteries untold.

Though stars may fall to ash,
And deserts eat the sky,
This sapphire’s quiet flash,
Will hold what once passed by —
A hope that may not crash.

Gemstone of the past,
Echoes of the future’s glow —
Timeless sapphire’s gaze.

The scratching of the quill ceased. Quaraun closed the journal, his expression unreadable.

“What did ye write?” BoomFuzzy asked, resting his chin in his hand.

“Nothing that concerns you,” Quaraun replied softly, tucking the journal away.

Glinta sat up, his curiosity piqued.

“It’s poetry, isn’t it? You always get that brooding look when you write poetry.”

Quaraun’s lips twitched in annoyance, though his voice remained calm.

“I said it is nothing that concerns you.”

BoomFuzzy grinned slyly.

“Ah, he’s moody tonight. Leave him be, Ghouly. Our JellyElf’s thoughts run deeper than the sea.”

Quaraun rose abruptly, clutching the enchanted sapphire.

“Enough chatter. We must rest. The journey to the oasis is long, and I have no desire to waste time dallying here.”

BoomFuzzy raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

GhoulSpawn shrugged and returned to his cushion pile.

As the trio settled for the night, the faint glow of the sapphire pulsed steadily, casting ethereal blue light over the tent.

Outside, the Desert of Diona hummed with life — creatures stirring in the shadows, the distant howl of sand-borne winds.

Quaraun lay awake, the sapphire cradled in his hands, his mind turning over the verses he’d written.

Tomorrow, the desert would test them again.

For tonight, the enchanted gem’s light warded off the encroaching darkness.

In the stillness, the Elf wondered if even magic could protect the fragile beauty of existence.

The next day…

The morning sun blazed mercilessly over the Desert of Diona, the vast dunes rolling endlessly in every direction.

The trio rode their raptors, the beasts’ claws clacking softly against the hardened salt flats beneath the sand. Heat shimmered in waves, distorting the horizon.

Quaraun sat tall, his pink silk robes billowing in the breeze stirred by the Deinonychus’s steady pace. He leaned heavily on the saddle horn, his lame leg stiff and aching from hours of riding.

“We stop,” he announced abruptly.

BoomFuzzy, lounging comfortably on his feathered raptor, chuckled.

“Already, Love? Ye barely last a morning.”

Quaraun shot him a sharp glare, his prehensile silver hair flicking in irritation.

“Some of us are not supernatural entities immune to heat and exhaustion, Unicorn.”

GhoulSpawn trotted up beside them, his green coat flapping around his wiry frame.

“There’s a flat stretch up ahead. Plenty of shade beneath those ancient bones.”

A massive, bleached dinosaur skeleton loomed in the distance, its ribcage a makeshift canopy carved by wind and time.

They dismounted beneath the towering remains, the cool shade a blessed relief from the relentless sun.

BoomFuzzy unpacked their provisions, producing a small portable stove and a variety of jars.

Quaraun slumped onto a silk cushion spread across the sand, watching with lazy interest as BoomFuzzy worked.

“Salted caramel custard,” BoomFuzzy declared, his long dreadlocks swaying as he poured the golden mixture into bowls. “Nothin’ better fer a hot day.”

“How is custard meant to help with heat?” GhoulSpawn asked, scratching his horned head.

“It doesnae,” BoomFuzzy replied with a grin.

Quaraun accepted the bowl, its rich, sugary aroma wafting up to him. He hesitated, testing the warmth with one gold-tipped finger before bringing the sticky caramel to his lips. His blue eyes widened, lighting up with childlike glee.

“Magnificent,” he whispered.

BoomFuzzy leaned back with a satisfied smirk.

“Made it fer ye, JellyElf.”

GhoulSpawn chuckled, scooping custard into his mouth with reckless enthusiasm.

“Sugar addict.”

Quaraun ignored him, savouring every luscious bite. The custard melted on his tongue, the interplay of salt and sweet perfection.

The planet’s sun blazed overhead, casting harsh light, but the tent’s interior remained cool and welcoming.

As the trio lingered in the cool shade, BoomFuzzy strummed a soft tune on a lute, his gravelly voice weaving a Scottish melody.

Quaraun leaned back, resting his head on a pile of silk cushions, and watched the raptors grazing lazily nearby.

The gentle rhythm of their rest lulled him into a dreamy state. The distant sound of wind sweeping the dunes whispered secrets of the desert, and Quaraun found himself inspired to compose once more.

Salt met sweet embrace,
Caramel wept golden tears —
Decadence consumed.

Beneath the desert’s glare,
A treat of molten gold.
Time suspended, unaware,
As flavours sweet and bold
Wove spells into the air.

Custard’s golden glow,
A balm for the weary heart —
Desert’s sweet solace.

The salted tang of life,
The caramel’s gentle sting.
Both in balance, joy and strife,
Dances in the offering —
A respite from the strife.

Golden hues collide,
Salt and sugar’s tender war —
Harmony prevails.

In shade, the world slows down,
Each bite a fleeting dream.
No crown, no king, no frown,
Just the simple, sticky gleam
Of custard’s amber crown.

Custard’s quiet charm,
Melts the edges of the world —
Soft, serene delight.

The desert sings of death,
Yet life is found in taste.
A sweetly stolen breath,
From moments we embrace,
Where joy fills every depth.

Life’s a fleeting feast,
Moments savoured, then they fade —
Like caramel’s kiss.

BoomFuzzy’s voice interrupted Quaraun’s musings.

“That’s a new look, Love. Ye wear contentment well.”

Quaraun closed his notebook, a faint smile lingering.

“You inspire it.”

GhoulSpawn yawned, stretching under the skeletal canopy.

“Are we moving soon, or do we live here now?”

Quaraun raised a hand, his tone imperious but teasing.

“Another hour. Let us linger in this rare oasis.”

BoomFuzzy leaned back, his lute cradled like a child.

“Anything for me wee JellyElf.”

And so they rested, the weight of the desert day lightened by their shared moment of sweetness.

Morning quickly passed and soon the blazen heat of high noon was upon them.

The pink silk tent fluttered in the warm breeze of Diona’s late afternoon. Outside, the planet’s sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays that painted the dunes in hues of amber and ochre.

Inside, the trio lounged in their small oasis of luxury.

A gentle hum filled the tent — not music, but the soothing cadence of GhoulSpawn’s rambling about tectonic shifts and planetary orbits, half directed at BoomFuzzy, who muttered noncommittal replies while dicing dried fruit for a stew.

Setting the stew aside to simmer, BoomFuzzy sat cross-legged on a thick pink rug, weaving strips of dried kelp into a basket. His grey dreadlocks, threaded with purple clouties, swayed as he hummed a lilting tune, leaving GhoulSpawn talking to himself.

GhoulSpawn leaned against a crate, fiddling with a curious device he had scavenged from one of the Diona traders, muttering to himself in rambling scientific jargon.

Quaraun sat apart, his golden hands carefully sorting through the gems they had earned from the day’s sales.

The small piles of polished stones reflected the candlelight, creating pools of vibrant colour on the silk carpets. Amethysts and aquamarines, garnets and peridots — each pile spoke of the planet’s abundant riches. But one stone, set aside from the rest, drew Quaraun’s attention.

It was a citrine, its honeyed glow unlike any he had seen before.

It glowed faintly in the shadows, its warm, golden hue distinct among the cooler blues and greens.

Quaraun picked it up carefully, holding it to the light streaming through the tent flap.

“This one…” he murmured, his voice thoughtful.

He held it up, turning it slowly between his fingers. The gem caught the fading light of the suns, sending warm, golden sparks across the tent’s walls.

BoomFuzzy glanced up.

“Ah, ye found yerself a treasure, eh, Love?”

Quaraun nodded, his gaze fixed on the stone.

“It is the sun, captured and crystallized.”

GhoulSpawn rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a poet. It’s just a rock.”

BoomFuzzy smirked.

“Nae just a rock, Goat. That’s a stone of power.”

Quaraun tilted his head, intrigued.

“What power does it hold?”

BoomFuzzy abandoned his weaving and crawled closer, his long tail trailing behind him. He took the citrine in his hands, his fingers brushing against Quaraun’s.

“Warmth. Energy. Positivity. A stone o’ joy, it is. Keeps the dark away.”

Quaraun frowned, his thoughts drifting to the many shadows he carried.

“Could it, truly?”

BoomFuzzy kissed his cheek.

“Aye. But it only works if ye believe.”

Quaraun turned the gem between his fingers.

“Citrine. The colour of sunlight. It is the sun trapped in a stone.”

GhoulSpawn peeked up from his contraption, eyebrows raised.

“Sunlight trapped in stone? That’s poetic. Also wildly inaccurate.”

Ignoring him, Quaraun set the citrine aside. He reached for his jeweller’s loupe, examining the gem closely. The faint internal glow seemed alive, a flicker of something ancient and powerful.

Golden flames encased,
Whispers of forgotten suns —
Dreams in stone endure.

Light filtered through the citrine, a fractured memory encased in its depths.

Quaraun’s hands cradled the gem like a fragile bird.

“Does it hold the echoes of a star?”

BoomFuzzy tilted his head, dreadlocks spilling like shadows over his shoulders.

“Perhaps it holds the sun’s tears. Trapped in amber.”

Quaraun watched the Phooka return to his task, the citrine still glowing in his palm. He felt compelled to understand its magic, its essence.

Amber light concealed,
Time’s eternal warmth encased —
Secrets of the sun.

Quaraun held the citrine aloft, its glow casting golden ripples across the silk-lined tent. BoomFuzzy crouched nearby, his face reflecting the gem’s radiant hue.

The Phooka’s ever-playful demeanour softened as he studied the stone.

“It feels alive,” Quaraun murmured, his voice like silk unraveling in the wind. “Like it holds a memory.”

BoomFuzzy nodded.

“Aye, Love. It’s an echo of something ancient.”

Golden ember burns,
Captured sunlight warms the soul —
Night cannot prevail.

Quaraun turned the haiku over in his mind, the words carving themselves into his thoughts as he stared at the citrine. He placed the stone gently on the table before him, his blue eyes narrowing as he reached for his Rainbow Wand.

BoomFuzzy raised an eyebrow.

“Ye plannin’ to enchant it, JellyElf?”

“I plan to understand it,” Quaraun replied, his voice low.

He began to chant softly, his words a musical incantation in an ancient Elven tongue. The Rainbow Wand shimmered in his hand, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the room.

“I think it is enchanted,” Quaraun said, his eyes narrowing.

BoomFuzzy’s lips twitched into a sly grin.

“Or perhaps ye enchanted yerself staring at it.”

“Unicorn,” Quaraun said sharply, not looking up. “I am serious.”

The Phooka abandoned his task, crawling over to examine the stone. His hands, though rough, handled it with the same reverence as Quaraun’s delicate gold prosthetics.

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy murmured. “This wee thing’s no ordinary stone. It’s old magic. Fae magic.”

GhoulSpawn snorted.

“On Diona? That’s doubtful. This planet wasn’t habitable until the comet hit.”

BoomFuzzy shot him a glare.

“Ye ken nothing about magic, Goat.”

Fae secrets linger,
Whispering through ancient light —
Citrine’s muted song.

Quaraun leaned back, resting his cane against the table.

“If it is Fae magic, we must be cautious. Such power can corrupt.”

BoomFuzzy laughed.

“Power only corrupts those weak enough to let it.” He tossed the stone lightly in his hand. “But this? It’s not dark. Feels… warm. Protective. Besides. I am a Fearie.”

“Perhaps it can shield us,” Quaraun mused. “The dangers on Diona grow with every step we take.”

“Perhaps it’s worth more sold to the right buyer,” GhoulSpawn suggested, rubbing his hands together. “I mean, look at it — it’s practically glowing. Someone would pay ten stones of any colour for it!”

Memory lingers,
Threads of sunlight frozen still —
Whispering echoes.

The citrine pulsed faintly, warming the Elf’s palm.

GhoulSpawn leaned closer, squinting at it with his usual scientific curiosity.

“Could it be compressed solar energy?” GhoulSpawn theorized aloud. “Captured photons crystallized through natural alchemy?”

BoomFuzzy barked a laugh.

“It’s no’ a battery, Goat. It’s magic.”

GhoulSpawn rolled his eyes, grumbling.

“Science and magic aren’t mutually exclusive.”

Greed masks wisdom’s voice,
Golden light tempts fragile hearts —
Power blinds the weak.

Quaraun ignored GhoulSpawn, his thoughts drifting. The citrine felt alive in his hand, its warmth seeping into his palm. It stirred something deep within him, an urge to craft, to create.

He reached for his Rainbow Wand, the vibrant wood cool in his hand.

“I will test it,” he said softly.

BoomFuzzy cocked his head.

“Test it how?”

“By unlocking its secrets. If it truly holds magic, we must understand it before deciding its fate.”

GhoulSpawn groaned.

“Does everything have to be a ritual with you two?”

BoomFuzzy grinned.

“Yes. Now hush, Goat.”

“I’m a Sheep.”

“Shut ya sheepy trap.”

Ritual begins,
Mystic threads of light unwind —
Truth within unfolds.

Quaraun chanted under his breath, his melodic words flowing like water over stone. The citrine pulsed, its light growing stronger with each word. The air in the tent grew warmer, the faint scent of honey and wildflowers filling the space.

The gemstone lifted from his palm, hovering in the air between them. A soft hum emanated from it, the vibrations soothing yet powerful.

BoomFuzzy watched, his usually playful expression replaced by quiet reverence.

“It’s a ward,” he whispered. “A guardian’s stone.”

The citrine settled back into Quaraun’s palm, its glow softening.

“A gift from the Fae,” Quaraun murmured.

“Just forgetting I King of the Fea, eh?” BoomFuzzy said.

Guardian stone hums,
Silent sentinel of light —
Shadows fall away.

GhoulSpawn scratched his head.

“So… what does it do?”

“It protects,” BoomFuzzy said. “Keeps darkness at bay.”

Quaraun nodded.

“And more. I believe it amplifies magic. With this, our spells will be stronger, more precise.”

“Then we keep it,” BoomFuzzy declared.

GhoulSpawn shrugged.

“Fine by me. But if someone offers twenty stones, I’m saying yes.”

BoomFuzzy snorted, ruffling GhoulSpawn’s hair.

“Ye’re hopeless.”

In shadows it shines,
Golden shield against the night —
Fae blessings endure.

As the sun set over Diona, the citrine’s glow illuminated the tent, a quiet reminder of the ancient power they carried. Quaraun placed the stone carefully in a silk pouch, tucking it away with the same reverence one might reserve for a precious relic.

Tomorrow, they would face Diona’s treacherous terrain again. But tonight, within the soft folds of their pink silk sanctuary, the citrine’s light kept them safe.

In fragile hands held,
Citrine hums eternal warmth —
Light’s immortal gift.

The citrine responded almost instantly. Its golden light grew brighter, spreading warmth throughout the tent. The air felt alive, buzzing with a comforting energy that seemed to wrap itself around the trio.

GhoulSpawn stopped tinkering, his eyes wide.

“What… what’s happening?”

BoomFuzzy grinned.

“The stone’s wakin’ up.”

Quaraun’s chant ended abruptly, and he fell back against the cushions, the Rainbow Wand slipping from his fingers. The citrine now shone like a miniature sun, its warmth chasing away the chill that crept into the desert nights.

BoomFuzzy crawled over, concern flickering in his expression.

“Love, are ye alright?”

Quaraun nodded, his breath shallow.

“It is… powerful. Too much for me, perhaps.”

“Nonsense,” BoomFuzzy said, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Ye did good. Look at what ye’ve created.”

Quaraun glanced at the citrine, its glow filling the tent with an almost tangible joy. For the first time in what felt like centuries, he felt lighter, unburdened.

GhoulSpawn, still cautious, poked at the stone with a stick.

“So, what now? Do we sell it? Keep it?”

BoomFuzzy laughed, a deep, hearty sound that filled the tent.

“We keep it, Goat. This here’s more than just a stone now. It’s protection. A piece o’ the sun to guard us in the dark.”

Quaraun allowed himself a small smile.

“It is beautiful.”

“Like you,” BoomFuzzy said, planting a kiss on his forehead.

The trio settled back into their tasks, the citrine’s warm glow a comforting presence.

Outside, the desert wind howled, but inside, the pink silk tent was a sanctuary of light and warmth.

The citrine, now enchanted, pulsed gently on the table — a reminder that even in the darkest corners of the universe, the sun’s light could always be carried within.

Golden warmth aglow,
Captured sun in crystal glass —
Hope within the dark.

Citrine gleamed softly,
A fractured flame in his palm.
Quaraun traced its edges,
Gold reflecting endless dreams,
A light against shadow’s grasp.

Sunlight’s child preserved,
Burnished gold of ancient days —
Gemstone of bright hope.

“Unicorn, it sings.”
Quaraun whispered, enthralled.
BoomFuzzy smirked wide.
“JellyElf, ye hear things.”
He passed GhoulSpawn another gem.

Golden threads entwine,
Veins of sunlit memory —
Whispers trapped in stone.

“It is alive, I know it.”
Quaraun lifted the citrine.
“Magic lives in its heart.”
GhoulSpawn peered over.
“Or just silicon and heat.”

Citrine’s heart aglow,
Whispers of a brighter world —
Shards of splintered suns.

Quaraun closed his eyes,
Fingers dancing over crystal.
“Let me summon its spirit.”
BoomFuzzy sighed, bemused.
“A trickster born, aye ye are.”

Golden stone agleam,
A song sung in silent light —
Hope’s eternal flame.

The spell wove softly,
A subtle hum in the air.
Citrine grew warmer, brighter.
“See?” Quaraun smiled smugly.
GhoulSpawn scoffed, unimpressed.

Light eternal bound,
Prisoned sun in amber glow —
Hope carved into stone.

BoomFuzzy took the gem,
Twisting it in nimble hands.
“Aye, it’s magic, Love.”
He grinned at Quaraun.
“Still won’t cook yer supper.”

Citrine whispers songs,
Memories of brighter days —
Dreams of warmth restored.

Later that night…

The pink silk tent glowed faintly in the oppressive desert night, a beacon of warmth and fragility amidst Diona’s hostile expanse.

Outside, the sand stretched endlessly beneath a sky heavy with muted stars, the remnants of storms long past scarring the land. Inside, the trio sat cross-legged on thick cushions, surrounded by the clutter of their trade: bolts of Quaraun’s exquisite pink silk, finely blown glass, and polished pottery now exchanged for glimmering gemstones of every hue.

Quaraun, leaning heavily on his cane, studied the citrine again. Its golden light seemed alive under his scrutiny, pulsing faintly in rhythm with his murmured spells.

“It feels different,” he mused, turning it in his prosthetic hand. “More than just stone. It has absorbed something.”

BoomFuzzy sprawled beside him, a lazy grin curling across his face. He was sharpening his obsidian daggers against each other, their eerie, black glint catching the candlelight.

“Aye, JellyElf, ye always think a rock’s got secrets. Maybe it does this time. Maybe it doesn’t.” His tail flicked idly as he added. “Either way, ye’re still feedin’ me supper soon.”

GhoulSpawn rummaged through their growing pile of gemstones, muttering.

“This planet’s people have no appreciation for categorization. ‘Five yellow stones’ — this could be quartz, citrine, or even something radioactive.” He stopped to sip his Moxie, then shot a glance at the Elf. “You sure this is worth risking our necks out here?”

Quaraun ignored him, his focus entirely on the citrine. His long silver hair fell over his shoulder as he traced faint runes in the sand before him, whispering. BoomFuzzy looked up sharply.

“Careful, Love. This ain’t a place to invite stray spirits.”

Before Quaraun could respond, a low, resonant sound rumbled through the ground beneath them. The sand shifted slightly, trembling. The tent’s poles creaked ominously.

GhoulSpawn froze, his drink forgotten in mid-air.

“That… was big.”

BoomFuzzy set down his daggers and leaned forward, ears twitching.

“A leviathan,” he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Close, too.”

Quaraun stiffened.

“Which type?”

“Could be a sand wyrm,” BoomFuzzy replied. “Could be worse. Either way, it’s best if it doesn’t notice us.”

The ground shook again, this time more violently.

Outside, a faint, guttural wail echoed across the dunes, rising and falling like a dirge. It grew louder, a haunting vibration that seemed to come from all directions at once.

GhoulSpawn scrambled to his feet, almost knocking over their makeshift cooking pot.

“We should leave. Now.”

BoomFuzzy grabbed his tail before he could dash out.

“Sit down, Goat. Movin’ in a panic’ll only make it sniff us out faster.”

Quaraun remained unnervingly calm, still holding the citrine. Its glow intensified, the golden light flooding the tent as he chanted under his breath. The tent fabric rippled as if responding to the gemstone’s light.

“If it attacks, I can ward it off,” he said, though his voice betrayed a flicker of doubt.

BoomFuzzy laughed, low and quiet.

“Aye, and ye’d only anger it in the process. Not all problems can be fixed with magic, Love.”

Outside, the wailing stopped abruptly, replaced by silence so deep it seemed to press against their ears.

The trio exchanged uneasy glances. Even the ambient hum of the desert creatures had faded.

Quaraun clutched the citrine tighter, his prosthetic hand clicking faintly against its surface.

Suddenly, the silence shattered as something massive slammed against the ground, not far from their camp. Sand cascaded down the tent’s walls, and the poles groaned under the force.

BoomFuzzy sprang to his feet, daggers in hand, and positioned himself near the tent flap.

GhoulSpawn scrambled to Quaraun’s side, gripping his arm.

“What’s the plan?” GhoulSpawn hissed.

“Wait,” Quaraun commanded, his voice sharp. “Do not make a sound.”

Another slam.

This time, closer.

The leviathan’s shadow passed over the tent, blotting out even the faint starlight. Quaraun pressed the glowing citrine to his forehead, closing his eyes.

The air around them seemed to shift, growing heavier. His chanting grew louder, filling the space with an ancient cadence.

Leviathan’s roar,
Desert breaks beneath its weight —
Silent death arrives.

The tent shuddered.
Quaraun’s magic expanded outward.
A shield of warmth surrounded them,
Invisible yet palpable,
The leviathan hesitated above.

Golden gem protects,
A sunlit barrier strong —
Hope amidst the fear.

BoomFuzzy lowered his daggers,
Watching the shadows recede.
The creature bellowed again,
But no strike came.
Quaraun’s spell was holding.

Winds howl through the night,
Sandstorm rises in the dark —
Nature guards her own.

The leviathan’s guttural cry faded into the distance as the ground trembled with its retreat.

When the vibrations finally ceased, Quaraun opened his eyes, letting the citrine fall into his lap. His face was pale, his breaths ragged.

“It is gone,” he whispered.

BoomFuzzy sat down heavily beside him, sheathing his daggers.

“Yer insane, JellyElf. But damned if it didn’t work.”

GhoulSpawn peered cautiously out of the tent flap.

“No sign of it. But let’s not stay here.”

Quaraun nodded weakly, his hand still trembling around the citrine.

“We move at dawn. This place is not safe anymore.”

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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