The Adventures of Theophilus Thistle

by David Partelow

  Inside the carriage, the two emissaries sat comfortably, each handling the journey by sharp contrast. On one side of the seats, a magnolia flower sat contentedly as he watched his traveling companion. On the other side, a pink lotus flower fidgeted nervously as she focused on the view outside. This nervousness was clearly amusement to the magnolia flower, for this was a journey he had made countless times in the past.

  “You are certainly filled with more restless energy than I have ever seen from you before, Calla,” said Mondoor, the magnolia. “Is the realization of our destination hitting you fully at last?”

  Taking her eyes from the window, Calla offered Mondoor a polite smile. “I am sorry, Mondoor. Many things have me full of the jitters today,” she said as her shoulders sank. “My last venture out of Alethia did not bode so well, and now we are off to a vast stronghold of elves and the unknown. I am afraid I will not be up to the task.”

  Mondoor regarded Calla for some time with amusement still peppering his face. Every bit of the magnolia shimmered regally, from the care he placed in his petals to the diplomatic garments he wore. It was quite clear that the flower was born for this line of work. “I have the utmost confidence in you, Calla. I would have not bid for you to accompany me had I felt you would not be able to handle it. Alethia needs your voice and Lunamorn needs to hear of your perils and the treachery you have endured. The safety of our lands needs to be bolstered, for we too are a part of the Saelen Kingdom,” he said.

  Calla turned again to the window as her mind filled with the image of a courageous weed. “I feel we have been afforded much safety as of late thanks to the valor of a weed and his friends,” she offered.

  Mondoor chuckled politely. “Yes. Theophilus Thistle has been a boon to our people. But he is but one weed, and this is not his burden to bear. We must place our faith and our protection into more…capable and qualified hands,” he said.

  Calla turned her head swiftly, quick to defend her friend. “Theophilus is quite capable. If more plants held half his courage, perhaps we would not have found ourselves in such peril to begin with,” she countered.

  At this, Mondoor nodded calmly. “Of course, Calla. And I mean no disrespect. But not even the great Theophilus Thistle can do this alone. And he should not have to. His exploits have galvanized us to action and for that I am grateful. But he too deserves a life outside of protecting our borders.”

  A flash of pain washed over Calla as she thought on those words. For a moment she entertained such a life for Theophilus and could not help but imagine herself next to him. “I suppose you are right,” she replied.

  Mondoor leaned forward, offering sympathy with his features. “You have a fire in you and it is bolstered by your emotions. You need to hold on to that, Calla, but you also need to learn how to harness it. We shall win over the regent of Lunamorn with calculated passion. I need you to tell your story with it, but not be consumed by such things, do you understand?”

  Calla nodded softly. “Yes, Mondoor. I understand, and for all of Alethia, I will be ready,” she said.

  Mondoor extended his right hand, taking Calla’s hand with it. “You will do wonderfully, Calla. I have faith in you. Perhaps while we are there, we can enjoy a respite together,” he said.

  Calla looked at him again. He was a gorgeous flower, made even more so by the smile he now offered her. In that moment she was reminded that her story was not the only reason he had asked her on this trip. The notion, and the guilt it brought up within her, made her cheeks fuse with red. “Maybe, we can,” she said softly.

  Mondoor nodded as he squeezed her hand again. “I certainly hope so. I know you have feelings for Alethia’s new hero, but his life is not yours, Calla. You are a flower and you are meant on your own path. What you are doing now is crucial, and something I hope you grow to love. And perhaps with time, you can even grow to see me in the same light,” he said.

  Calla blushed further. “I don’t know what to say, Mondoor,” she breathed.

  Mondoor slowly let go of her hand as he leaned back again in his seat. “You need not offer any words right now. I just needed you to know again of my affection toward you. You are an amazing beauty, Calla. And while your passion shall move mountains, it has already stirred my heart. I will be patient with you and I hope in the end that you see that a union between us would be a splendid one,” he said.

  At this, Calla merely nodded and said nothing more. She returned her attention to the window and let the steady sounds of the moving carriage soothe her thoughts. Calla held absolutely no inkling as to what to do. She knew doing the right thing for her people was paramount, but somehow, she felt a ring of truth in the words of Theophilus and it haunted her just then. She was at a crossroad in her life, for which she had no idea which direction to take.

  And so, Calla watched the passing scenery, trying to lose herself in such views. Soon her mind settled once more, free of the burdens of her heart, even as strong feelings lingered. Letting her eyes immerse her in the trail, she at first did not see the shadows descend upon the carriage. And when she did, and her eyes widened, it was much too late.

  A powerful force struck the side of the carriage, sending it hurtling off the road. The floral steeds whinnied their dismay as Calla and Mondoor screamed in surprise. Crashing on the ground, the carriage rolled three times before coming to a rest on its side. Calla instantly felt the pain of the impact as she lay jumbled with Mondoor within the overturned carriage.

  As Calla tried to focus, she could hear sounds of a skirmish outside. The royal guards protecting the carriage were now engaged with an unknown enemy. She could hear their individual cries as they were struck down. Sinister laughs filled the air as the resistance against the enemy waned. Soon the fight was over and all that were left were the triumphant cheers of the enemy.

  Shaking his head clear, Mondoor looked upon Calla urgently. “Calla, are you alright?”

  She nodded bravely. “I am uninjured,” she said.

  Mondoor nodded as he worked himself out of their entanglement. “Then let us be free of this carriage,” he said as he climbed to open the carriage door above them.

  With the door open, Mondoor crawled out before he extended a hand to Calla. She took it and the magnolia flower lifted her easily. The two came to rest on the carriage as they looked about at a chilling scene. Around them, the royal guards were all felled or had surrendered. They were now being rounded up by imps and goblins as weeds kept watch of them with readied weapons. With the numbers present, there was nothing the guard could have done. It was almost as if the ruffians were waiting for them.

  At last, Mondoor stood, looking angrily at the attackers. “What is the meaning of this outrage? We are but a peaceful convoy en route to Lunamorn. I demand that you release us at once and let us be on our way,” he barked.

  Laughter filled the air at his words. The enemies present now clustered around the broken carriage, grinning wickedly at Calla and Mondoor. The magnolia emissary tried to hold his ground, but he was no warrior. When words and diplomacy failed, he had nothing left to offer. Calla tried to be ready for anything, looking about for perhaps a means of escape.

  Mondoor tried once more. “Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement. If it is riches you wish for, or information, there must be a bargain that we can come to,” he offered.

  At this, a sinister response returned to Mondoor. “Your words have no power here, Mondoor. Strength is the only wealth you could offer and in this you have nothing.”

  At the sound of that voice, Calla shivered. The imps and orcs soon made way as a flower emerged from their ranks. The grimness and scars he possessed only fueled the anger upon the snapdragon’s face. The flower looked at Mondoor and Calla triumphantly as both recognized him instantly.

  “Lennix,” whispered Calla.

  Lennix offered a bow. “One in the same and at your service,” he said mockingly.

  Mondoor was beside himself. “But, how could you? I have heard tales of you
r misdeeds, but even I would never have imagined you stooping so low into depravity,” he said.

  Lennix laughed at this. “Depravity? I call it sheer illumination,” he offered as he motioned to his comrades. “With my brethren here, we are more powerful and proactive than Alethia could ever be. I have simply seen a wonderful light, and that light was shown to me through darkness. And before it is all said and done, you too will see the truth,” he said before smiling at the pink lotus flower. “Greetings, Calla. We meet again at last.”

  Calla turned her head from him. “Save your breath, for words from you are wasted on me,” she countered immediately.

  Lennix nodded at this. “Very well,” he said as he raised his voice to his brethren. “Round them up. We make way for the citadel once.”

  Before she was picked up harshly and stuffed in a bag, Calla called out to Lennix defiantly. “Theophilus Thistle stopped you once. He will do it again,” she said.

  “Wait!” Lennix commanded. The imp holding Calla stopped and lowered her down so that Lennix could look her in the eyes. “My dear Calla, I am truly hoping that he tries. Because before this is over, before you meet your fate, it will be my absolute pleasure to inform you that he will be waiting for you in the Dream,” he said.

  Lennix then motioned again as he turned away from the flowers. Calla and Mondoor were stuffed in a bag with the others before they were rushed away. She could smell the familiar stench of an imp bag, remembering painfully the first time she was held captive in one. Mondoor reached for her hand and she held it gratefully. And in that moment, she was torn, for she wished Theophilus would find her again and yet she also feared greatly for his life.

  Chapter Six

  A Painful Crossroad

  With burdened steps, Theophilus Thistle made his long journey back toward the Great Market alone. The little weed was anxious to rejoin his friends, yet broken-hearted at the choice Calla made. Many times, Theophilus had imagined such a trip with her by his side, and now the disappointment weighed heavily upon his heart and spirit. Such feelings were made worse by the fact that he knew deeply in his heart that Calla was not happy.

  Theophilus adjusted his pack as he continued his pace. He had walked a good distance from Alethia, but still had a long stretch to go. The journey had always been easier with the company of friends or upon the back of his fox pal Renard. The thought of it currently made the little weed feel more alone than ever.

  Unable to break the contemplation, Theophilus went over his conversation with Calla for the hundredth time, wondering if there was something he could have done to sway her. Certainly, he wanted her with him, but it was the flower's happiness that was most important to the little weed. Walking in solitude toward the market, Theophilus felt truly powerless to do anything to remedy the situation. Calla was off toward Lunamorn and he was headed entirely in the opposite direction, not knowing when and where they would meet again.

  Seeking distraction, Theophilus let his eyes embrace the surrounding wilderness. The little weed had been forever changed by his adventures. He craved to see more and more of the world, for he now realized how little he had seen from Bunda-Bas and Alethia. Theophilus tried to keep his focus on such desire, yet his mind and heart continued to return to thoughts of Calla. The little weed kicked himself as he compelled himself forward.

  How is it possible I find your frustration pleasurable and cumbersome at the same time?

  Theophilus paused before looking over his shoulder at the wand resting upon his back like a staff. "I do not recall anyone giving you permission to feel anything at all over my misfortunes, Digus," he said aloud. He could use his thoughts to reply to the wand, but felt he needed the words spoken to help ease the loneliness he now felt.

  A ripple of annoyance traveled through his thoughts as Digus responded. It is only fair, especially after fitting me with a strap so that you may lug me about as you now do. I have no say in such matters and for that, you will endure my grievances. I am a renowned wand of some fame and I have been relegated to a walking stick.

  Theophilus grinned at this. "I have merely broadened the horizon of your usefulness. Pray I don't add pot stirrer to the list," he said.

  Noted, replied Digus dismally. I am simply stating I deserve more than this.

  "Do not tempt me," said Theophilus as he growled at the wand. "Now quiet yourself for the time being. I wish to be alone with my thoughts."

  She made her choice, Theophilus. And now you must accept that course just as I must accept mine.

  "Perhaps," replied Theophilus as he clenched his fists. "But it is not something I want to hear at this moment."

  Very well, said Digus, wisely remaining silent.

  Theophilus breathed relief, relishing the silence once more. It is not that Digus was not valid in his point, for he may very well be powerless to sway Calla. But right now, the little weed was swelling with emotions and he would rather not take it out upon a magical wand, regardless of its attitude. Though the little weed had to admit the thought of stirring a stew with Digus was greatly appealing.

  Stop thinking it, rumbled Digus. Theophilus chuckled and left it alone for the moment.

  With his thoughts again upon the wilderness and road before him, Theophilus noticed a mounted rider heading toward him at great speed. The horse the rider rode upon was gracefully swift, and soon Theophilus realized the rider was a Ranger. And then Theophilus discovered that he knew the rider. Upon seeing the little weed, the Ranger urged his horse to slow down before hopping off deftly and kneeling before Theophilus.

  "Theophilus Thistle, I am relieved to find you well," said the Ranger.

  Instantly, Theophilus remembered his wits as he knelt before the Ranger. "Captain Corym Shael! It is a pleasant surprise and honor to see you again!"

  Captain Shael's dark features stole away the joy the little weed held at seeing the elf. "I wish that our reunion was a more pleasant one. I unfortunately set bad news before you," he said.

  Theophilus rose again fully, placing his hands on his hips. "What is it, captain?" he asked.

  Captain Shael cut right to the quick. "You and your friends are in great danger, Theophilus. I fear that the evil that descended upon Alethia and Bunda-Bas was but a glimpse of the treachery afoot. Norrex's influence was far greater than any of us imagined."

  Theophilus nearly stumbled, for a realization hit him deeply. "He has escaped justice then," he whispered.

  Captain Shael nodded. "I am afraid so. My men and I were attacked as we transported the prisoner and were easily overwhelmed. Norrex indeed has strong allies and they are all bolstered by the evil that is Moreg."

  At the utterance of Moreg's name, Theophilus could almost feel the taint riding on the wind. "How bad is it, captain?" he asked.

  Captain Shael's face hid nothing in his response. "I believe it to be worse than we can imagine, yet I can offer no proof to galvanize the Rangers to the cause and not for lack of trying. I am here alone to help you face this threat, for you are now a target for revenge," he said as he motioned to his horse. "Come with me, Theophilus. We must alert Alethia of this danger."

  As Captain Shael swiftly returned to his horse, Theophilus pointed toward the market. "We should acquire my friends. Elor and Marin would be of great help in this dark hour," he said.

  "The stone troll and imp?" asked the captain. At this Theophilus nodded before Captain Shael spoke again. "I was at the market, Theophilus. Your friends are not there. I am afraid they may have already been taken."

  Theophilus wasted no more time, rushing forward and leaping on to Captain Shael's horse and setting himself down before the Ranger. "Then let us linger no longer and see if we can head off this villainy once and for all," he said before Captain Shael urged his steed back the way that Theophilus had come.

  At Captain Shael’s behest the majestic animal immediately responded, sending the two comrades swiftly forward. Theophilus held tightly, as the horse was fast indeed. He wished to enjoy such a sensation, but th
e current news offered to him had stripped away any such pleasure. His thoughts remained upon the captain’s news and the safety of his friends.

  Trying to ease some of his growing concerns, Theophilus broke the silence. “Captain Shael, why aren’t the Rangers giving this matter more diligence?” he asked.

  Without turning, Theophilus could tell that the captain’s face was grim as he responded. “They have stated there are other matters far more pressing. And some claim that my own account of the depth of this treachery is exaggerated. But I feel it is worse than simply that,” he said.

  At this, Theophilus did turn. “You mean treachery in the ranks,” he said.

  Captain Shael nodded. “Yes, I do. It pains me to even consider it, but there may be one of the Rangers who is in league with Norrex and his minions. Yet without proof, I am powerless to challenge the council or make such claims. All I can do now is focus on Norrex and hope that we can unveil the reach of his influence and stop him once and for all,” he said.

  After consideration, Theophilus responded. “You have put your position as a Ranger in jeopardy for this,” he offered.

  “Yes,” said Captain Shael. “But if I did not face this threat, if I chose to turn my back on the horrors that Norrex shall cause, then I do not deserve to be a Ranger in the first place.” At this, Theophilus nodded but said no more.

  The Ranger and little weed made excellent time traversing the Great Road. Theophilus was again recognizing the outskirts of the approaching forests that indicated they were drawing near again to Alethia. Yet Theophilus could not help but think of Elor and Marin as he worried over their safety. This train of thought immediately forced him to fret over Calla as well. If the flower was venturing on the roads to Lunamorn, then she too could be in peril.