The Golden Dragon Keys
🌸🦄🌸 {A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🌸🦄🌸

The Golden Dragon Keys

🌸{A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🦄🌸

The dismal fog hung thick and low over the frozen coastline, a suffocating blanket that muffled all sound. The jagged cliffs loomed overheard, as the beam of Black Tower Lighthouse swept by. The shattered moon casting an eerie glow across the smooth polished, snow-covered beach rocks.

Snow drifted below the fractured moon’s glow, settling over the trailing hems of The Pink Necromancer’s pink silk robes. He stared up at the moon, his beloved moon, crumbling in the sky, slowly moving closer to the planet, threatening to kill them all.

There was no stopping the descent of the moon.

And no escape from the doomed planet.

These thoughts tormented the old Elf’s mind daily.

The Pink Necromancer, the Moon Elf named Quaraun, trudged forward, his twelve foot long silver hair flowing behind him, his cane sinking into the deep snow, each step slow and deliberate, as he hobbled beside BoomFuzzy, the cold gnawing at his lame leg.

BoomFuzzy moved beside him, his hands brushing the edges of his black and purple tartan, alert to every sound.

GhoulSpawn followed nervously, keeping close behind them, his cloven hooves crunching in the snow. He was new to this world. Spit out here by a random feral portal.

It was Earth.

But not Earth.

And it terrified him.

GhoulSpawn was a Sheep-Demon from 1978. Previously from a Hell Dimension. A random feral portal had sent him to Earth’s 1950’s Maine when he was still a small child, so he barely remembered the flaming planet of molten lava that was his birthplace, and considered Earth’s Maine coast to be his home.

But one day while working on a food truck in Pepperell Square, in 1978, yet another random feral portal appeared, and swallowed him up before he could escape, and spit him out here, in Maine’s 40th century ice age future, where Humans were nearly extinct, and Faeries ruled the world.

In the year 2525 the Comet Swift Tuttle had crashed into the moon, after barrelling through several other planets in the solar system. Only five planets remained, a dust from the comet and the shattered moon had blocked out the sun for over two thousand years, plunging Earth into a nightmare of snow and darkness, which was only now starting to dissipate. Plants were beginning to grow. Humans were cautiously emerging from their bunkers, and all cities, countries, and governments of the Earth’s 20th century were completely gone.

In their place, a one world order: The UnSeelie Court, a deranged twisted gang of bloodthirsty malevolent Faeries, lead by the infamous Scottish Phooka turned Lich, King Gwallmaiic, known to those closest to him, as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, and his court Necromancer, evil Moon Elf, named Quaraun.

GhoulSpawn had fallen out of the portal, and landed quite literally in Quaraun’s bed. The Pink Necromancer and his Lich King husband took a liking to the frightened Sheep-Demon and now three years later, GhoulSpawn was the live-in lover to the world’s most feared and most evil due of global dominating dictator wizards.

GhoulSpawn, now an apprentice of The Pink Necromancer and BoomFuzzy, was fast rising in reputation as the world’s third most powerful wizard, and being a Demon, it was greatly feared his powers would one day surpass even The Pink Necromancer’s.

In Maine’s dystopian 40th century ice age, where the Faeries ruled the Earth and the moon was fractured — UnDead Lobsters were a serious problem.

“Something is watching us,” Quaraun whispered, his blue eyes narrowing as he scanned the mist.

BoomFuzzy’s fingers tightened around his ceremonial obsidian blade, his long grey dreadlocks swaying against the purple tartan draped over his shoulders.

“Aye, me Love. I can feel it, too. Lurking like a ghost in th’ fog,” was BoomFuzzy’s reply.

“Is it lobsters?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“Ain’t no UnDead Lobsters,” BoomFuzzy replied. “Nay. Not scittering enough. No clicking and clacking of varmicious claws. No. Be something else.”

“Something is out there,” Quaraun said, as he tightened his grip on the rainbow-hued wand in his free hand.

Suddenly, the silence shattered with a high-pitched screech.

Before either BoomFuzzy or GhoulSpawn could respond, a flash of gold emerged from the fog and darted through the air.

A small dragon-like creature with shimmering scales and gleaming claws, snapping its jaws.

The golden lizard hissed, lunging at Quaraun with alarming speed.

Quaraun reacted instinctively, raising his wand, ready to cast a spell, but BoomFuzzy was faster.

“Careful, JellyElf!” BoomFuzzy shouted, stepping in front of Quaraun as the creature lunged.

The Faerie King’s ruby hilted black obsidian blade dagger sliced through the air, cutting through the shimmering creature.

The lizard screeched, its body twisting and writhing. The creature let out a keening wail, but no blood spurted from its wounds.

The lizard dissolved in midair, dissipating into a swirling cloud of golden smoke.

Quaraun coughed, waving a gold-plated prosthetic hand to clear the air. The strange fog settled, and where the beast had been moments before, a pair of gleaming keys now lay in the snow.

“What just happened?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“An illusion,” Quaraun said flatly, his perfectly pointed nose wrinkling in irritation.

BoomFuzzy chuckled darkly, wiping the blade of his dagger on the hem of his tartan.

“Aye, thought it felt a wee bit too easy. Also, it dropped something. I heard a clink on the rocks.”

BoomFuzzy leaned down, his hands groping carefully over the ground until he touched the cold metal keys. He held them up, turning them over between his fingers.

“Well, now… what d’ye make of this, Love? A trick, or somethin’ more?”

Quaraun reached for the keys, studying them with his usual precision. His gold prosthetic fingers felt the weight and intricate carvings.

“Keys. Gold keys. How odd.”

“Keys to what, do you suppose?”

“Keys?” GhoulSpawn asked, adjusting his glasses as he peered over BoomFuzzy’s shoulder. “What do they open?”

“No idea,” Quaraun said, his mechanical gold prosthetic fingers brushing over the intricate carvings. “But they go to something important. Or such an illusion would not have been guarding them.”

GhoulSpawn frowned, looking around the desolate, snow-covered wasteland.

“We don’t even know where to look.”

“I wonder…” Quaraun’s voice trailed off, his mind already turning through countless possibilities. He slipped the keys into his robe pocket. “Could be anything. A chest, perhaps? It would have to be a small casket. A door? No. Too small for a door. A jewellery box? Perhaps a grimoire? If a dragon illusion was guarding the keys, that would indicate a mage. So likely a sealed book of spells, would be my guess. Gold keys? Gold dragon? A gold plated book perhaps? Whatever it is, it does not matter. We do not have the faintest idea where to find it.”

GhoulSpawn, standing slightly behind them, adjusted his orange robes nervously. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his green velvet coat.

“I wish we knew where to find the — ,” he muttered absentmindedly.

“No!” Quaraun cried out immediately.

“Damn you, Goat!” BoomFuzzy scolded.

As soon as the words left his mouth, something thumped against GhoulSpawn’s head, startling a bleat-like sound from him.

“I’m a Sheep! Ow! What the — ?”

A scroll had appeared from nowhere, plummeting out of the misty sky and landing squarely on GhoulSpawn’s head. The rolled-up scroll dropped into the snow at his hooves. He scrambled to pick it up, unrolling it, then scanning it with his wide yellow pleco-eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” Quaraun yelled at GhoulSpawn. “You know I am a Wizard of the Di’Jinn Order!”

“I’m sorry. I forgot. I’m not used to your world yet, you know?”

“You’ve been here for three years. That is plenty of time to get used to the fact that you can not utter the word ‘I wish’ in the presence of a Di’Jinn wizard, which I happen to be!”

BoomFuzzy’s laugh boomed through the fog.

“Aye, Goat! Ya should know better than to use th’ word wish around our bloody bumbling Jinn here!”

Quaraun glared at BoomFuzzy.

“You take that back” Quaraun snarled, as he pressed his wand to BoomFuzzy’s nose.

“Or what? I’m the Necromancer who trained you, remember? You think you can do battle against the world’s most powerful Lich King? Ain’t nothing you can do what I can’t counter and do better. Plus I don’t need no wand. I HAVE enough control of my spells to rely on words alone.”

“I am not a bumbling wizard.”

“Then cast a spell without yar blooming wand AND get it right!”

Quaraun huffed and stuffed his wand back in its sheath on his belt.

“It’s a map…” GhoulSpawn said, scanning the cryptic markings etched into the parchment. “I — I think it’s showing the location of the treasure chest or whatever that goes with these keys.”

Quaraun snatched the scroll from GhoulSpawn’s hands, ignoring his startled yelp. He scrutinized the map with his sharp eyes, tracing the unfamiliar symbols and paths. A grin curled on his thin pink glitter painted lips.

“Well then, Glinta… it seems your careless wishing has just given us the next step.”

Quaraun handed the map to BoomFuzzy, who ran his fingers along the edges of the parchment, committing the details to memory.

“Careful what ye wish for, Goat,” BoomFuzzy said with a chuckle. “Sometimes the universe answers.”

“I’m a Sheep.”

“You’re whatever I say you are,” the Lich King snarled. “This is MY domain. My word is law.”

GhoulSpawn’s face flushed nervously, his fingers brushing over the horns on his head.

“I can’t believe I did that again. I keep forgetting Quaraun’s wish magic doesn’t care about intentions or require him to actually do anything to trigger it.”

“Clearly, the fates have other plans for us.” Quaraun’s voice was dry, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he tucked the scroll into his robes with the keys. “Let us return to Black Tower and decipher this scroll before another illusion decides to ambush us.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled again, slipping his arm around Quaraun’s waist as he leaned in close, his breath warm against the Elf’s neck.

“Lead th’ way, Love,” BoomFuzzy said. “Let’s see what treasures await us.”

The fog thickened around them as they set off, the eerie stillness of the cold coastline giving way to the soft crunch of snow beneath their feet, climbing back up the cliffs of Noodle Beach, to settle down for the night in their lighthouse home and study these strange objects they had found on this night’s evening stroll.

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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