Charlie the Great White Horse and the Journey to Egypt
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~Chapter 1~
The Chest of Secrets
"It's nice to have you back?old friend."
"It's been a long time since I, felt the comfort of your evil powers."
"Evil belongs to me once more!" garbled Squint-Eye Pete as he popped his crazy evil eyeball back into its black empty socket, with his long chilly fingers.
For three long weeks, Squint had been without his crutch, and best friend. The reviled evil eye had finally found its way back to its Dark Master...never to be lost again.
"Now how do I get out of this stench filled, reeking old bear cave, down the mountainside and into Santa's Village?" mumbled Squint as he fumbled about in the darkened cave.
Squint-Eye Pete had made it to safety, out of the cold, dark waters of the Great Lake that night during the struggle, for the famed Cimmaron Cutter by floating on a piece of wreckage though out the fury of the great storm. Only by luck and determination, had he survived the night.
Temporarily defeated; but not beaten.
After a perilous struggle he finally had washed ashore where, Apollo and Jupiter had swam to their salvation (at the base of the "Table Rock Lighthouse") on the farthest northern shore of the Great Lake.
After a few days of rest and plotting, Pete was off again, stalking his prey. Day and night, he tracked Apollo and Jupiter by their hoof prints in the snow. Pete trundled onward with hatred for his victims in his blackened heart, throughout the greater: wide, open lands of Canada, the Boreal Forest, through the Arctic Tundra fields, and eventually to the base of the Dark Mountain. Then upwards he climbed until he finally reached the southern Nanaluk Passage, and into the den of, Growlar the Ancient Cave Bear.
Pete had survived the long arduous journey northward by using Mr. Beamer's maps, and the mystical compass that he had stolen, only days before from Louis. Eventually when the road became too difficult to navigate, the night too dark to see through, or because of inclement weather, Pete found comfort and direction by using the powers of the magic bell that he had ripped off Louis's neck, while entangled with him, on the deck of the Cimmaron Cutter.
His desire for absolute and total power was once again contorting his mind, and within the grasp of his spidery fingers.
Now all that lay before him was, to pass over the highest part the Ingnok Mountains, then a quick decent, down the other side, into Santa's Village. Only a day or more away, and Pete would be once again, searching for his revenge.
No one gets the drop on Squint-Eye Pete, and certainly not some scrawny little red-haired kid, thought Pete as he quickly exited the bear cave, only stopping for a minute to contemplate the great battle that must have ensued within its depths. There were cracked bones, torn fur and blood strew about the rocky cave floor. The cooking-fire was still aglow, at the rear of the cave, and a scarred cauldron full of spiced stew leisurely simmered, waiting for the last of its missing ingredients to be placed inside...little Louis. After one last gander around the cave, Pete was off again, through the shattered Polar Gates and into the faint daylight of the northern side of the cave.