Morpheus, Magnus, and Beletrix had finally made it to Blackwell's Lair. The Africans in the village below took up alot of time. Blackwell was destroying their minds and making them demented. The Africans didn't even remember the name of their village.
The walk up the side of this mountain wasn't that easy. The winds had picked up and it felt like it was trying to blow them off. Morpheus was startled when suddenly a dragon flew out of a cave of this volcanic mountain.
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"I believe that's where we enter," Morpheus said. He waited as the dragon flew away. He looked around. Off on a distant mountain he could see the demon stallion and his counterpart, the mare. Fortunatly they haven't seen them. "We should hurry," Morpheus said, "Before we are seen."
The three moved their way quickly along the mountain side and entered the cave.
The cave grew brighter the farther they went inside. It began to glow orange. When they finally reached a cliff, they looked around at the huge chamber it lead them to. The opening was at least a mile across. This was a huge mountain. Morpheus looked down expecting to see lava, but instead, saw an island floating over the active lave. In the center of the island was Blackwell's Castle.
"What a setup," Magnus said.
"Yeah," Beletrix marveled. "He even has a little demon village around that castle."
Morpheus nodded. "I'm going to use my psionic energy to take us directly to the castle." He looked at them ever so seriously. "Are you ready?"
They both nodded together.
Morpheus closed his eyes and spread his arms. The three of them began to float. They moved over the edge of the cliff. Their bodies floated directly over the castle. Morpheus opened his eyes and looked down. He slowed began to lower them. The ground came upon them fast. They came to a stand still three feet over the ground. Morpheus then lowered them gently.
Beletrix and Magnus looked around.
"Ok, so what do we do?" Beletrix asked.
They were startled when they heard Blackwell's demonic laughter.
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