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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1171268
a young man falls into the hand of a powerful sorceress
This choice: pretend that he's Tickle Me Elmo  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Tickle Me... Elmo?

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"A what?" Ena said, an eyebrow raised quizically.

Gale's laughter died in her throat, and her mind raced. "Oh, uh, 'tis but the name of a minor spirit that I have conjured in the past, and upon which I have visited torments for my amusement!"

"Oh? And why have you not mentioned this 'Tykulmi'elmoh' before now? Did you think that you could pull daemons from the ether without our queen's permission?"

"I suppose that Queen Deirdre gave her full blessing to this experiment though, did she?" Gale countered.

"Ha, you have me there, sister. But once she sees the results of my experiment, she will be overjoyed. Think, legions of enemy soldiers reduced to mere pets at our feet!" She raised Kendall in one hand as if to emphasise her point, the gentlest of squeezes wringing a grimace from the shrunken man. "In fact, I go to display my findings forthwith! Care to join me?"

"Uh, you go ahead. I would not wish to distract at all from the moment of your triumph."

"Have it your way. When next we meet, I shall be elevated above all others!"

Cackling like a witch, Ena closed the door behind her, and Gale slumped against a pillar. That had been close. She had to be more careful with what she said, so as not to give herself away. Thus far she'd been very careful about not using future knowledge, but she was getting careless if she was making pop-culture references before medieval bumpkins!

She examined herself in Ena's mirror, half expecting it to spring to life like something from Snow White. But no, it merely showed her her own face, her elegantly coiffeured-hair keeping its shape. It still seemed odd to be seeing herself without the glasses, but that would definitely be a giveaway to the fact that she had travelled hundreds of years back in time.

That was a secret she had to keep. None of these primitive screw-heads could know of her true origins, lest it ruin the chances of accomplishing her mission.
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