Story Telling - Unexpectedly Talk Animals (Conclusion)

This was the beginning of a time when they ALL felt excitement, curiosity, and uneasiness, but mostly fear, because what they saw along the way up that mountain left them confused and utterly heartfelt for those who were suffering. Sam and Buster rode a horse together, Devon led the way with his own horse plus all their supplies and goods, and Madi and Veronica were in the back spotting every once in a while to see if they were being followed. Altogether, they were a tight and well-kept group. Veronica was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that it was less than two weeks ago when they were "randomly" picked for the important journey to attend the meeting in Newmeadow. She also couldn't believe all the things that had happened along the way, including all the surprising changes of events and twists which intervened with their initial designation for the traverse. And now the five of them were climbing up the most feared mountain the history of their very lives. The temperature declined from the normal 60 degrees F to a whopping -20 degrees F. Nobody could really figure out where the base of the mountain actually started, but they could tell due to the weather that they were getting somewhere. At first, the clan travelled horseback on steep, seemingly untouched grounds. "The horses are thirsty," said Samuel, petting the rough hair of his horse rapidly (probably as an exercise for getting warm). "Yes. How did you know?" asked Buster who was sitting right behind the youngest boy. "I can sense it," shrugged Sam. "Oh man, do we have another mysteriously unknown gifted part of our group?" Madi groaned laughingly. But her laugh was carried away by an eerie howling sound and wind which forced the horses of the group to halt. "Woah, what was that?!" Devon tried to yell over the wind. The others understood him but did not--could not--answer. BB immediately dismounted his horse, motioning for Sam and the others to stay and try to calm their beasts. It appeared that Bagshot was trying to talk to his horse and, indeed, he was. Suddenly they all saw a bright flash of light burst into the sky from the direction of the tower. Buster's horse whinnied. Then, just as soon has BB climbed it again, it took off in a sprint with the others following it! The boys were having trouble and the girls were naturals at riding but it did not matter because the horses led them to shelter quickly. The animals were leading not only in the correct direction but they also knew exactly what path to take. The five humans were surprised to find themselves on the outskirts of a strong cottage after five minutes of the horses' moving. Everyone got down and huddled together while inquiring Bagshot about his actions once again. "That noise we heard was most likely a Whisperer," said BB. "But what exactly IS a Whisperer?" asked Sam in a loud voice. "From my understanding they are sparse and quite abstract," butted in Madi. Buster was still thinking about how to explain. "True. I think I know," said Devon. "They were created by some sorcerer in Darkpass and contained to a certain level, but they soon multiplied and now they are intelligent creatures: hard to catch and dangerously influential." "Yeah. As far as I know they are the ones behind the destroying of crops and livestock," said Buster, but he didn't have to say more because the door of the cottage opened abruptly and a man screamed at them to "hurry inside!". They all were pleased to feel warmth once again. "Ahem...welcome...er, who might you be," asked the man. He had a beard which looked to be uncut for at least a decade, a tunic wrapped tightly around so there was barely any skin showing, and a pair of heavy boots with laces up to his knees. "We are stranded travelers. and we need your help," said Devon, half lying so the man would take pity and half quickly revealing the truth. "And we want to know who YOU are," Veronica put in. Silence. "Well, I usually keep my identity a secret, but I think most everyone knows who I am by now. My name is Edward Copperton the First." The group gasped in unison, recognizing his last name. "I am...I am told that I am your ancestor...they say I'm not actually Bagshot but Copperton..." stuttered Buster. "Interesting." For a moment all you could hear was that eerie howling again. "In fact, you are quite right. I have been watching you all this time." "What? How?!" breathed BB. "It is my magic mixed with the fact I am your great grandfather," explained Mr. Copperton. "Why is all this happening?" asked Devon. "Long story short, you are all here for a reason that the Elders of your civilization created." started the Magician. "They know nothing about the so called mysterious happenings yet their decisions are influenced to the greater good, by my sorcery. My Whisperers who are dispersed among this entire country, are the ones controlling this mess. You see, I am the owner of Darkpass itself. The Whisperers are made of the young animals of Darkpass and I ration my powers to them so they can work for my purposes." The group was amazed. "Why are you letting all these evil things happen right now? ...Sir?" asked Sam, confused still yet perfectly annoyed. Copperton turned abruptly to stare at the little boy. "This is what you do not know. Your government is corrupt and there are so many secrets beyond the Elders' comprehension. They are fooling you to think I am the evil, but in essence, they are the evil ones. "Truthfully, I have been waiting for you, Bagshot, to come for a long, long time. You all have a lot to learn and your futures are yet to be determined. But for now you can make yourselves at home here, where you can be sheltered from the forces of wrong doings in the real world." ---- THE END ~or~ To be continued ?! Thank you for reading voters! Thank you for your participation, opponent! :D