Fritz: A Fictional Narrative
Fritz scrambled to his feet, fighting the tremors in the ground and stumbled back to Moya. "Guess that wasn’t a good idea, huh?"
"You could say that. I think you either need to kill him, or leave him alone. Anything in between gets you this."
The Grivvatte roared in pain as his body pushed up and out in every direction. His eyes bulged larger and threatened to pop from his lumpy skull, and his teeth grew to sabers. The hair that had been patchy on the Lesser version, grew wild and tangled, sticking out and dragging on the ground. By the time the change finished, the Grivvatte had quadrupled in size. He snapped and spit and raged, his whipping tail popping the heads off all the flowers in reach. A storm brewed around him that grew the …show more content…
Not far behind they heard The Grivvatte, and the storm still raged, but something was different. Scrambling to grab her staff and get to her feet, Moya looked around.
"The forest -– " She yelled to Fritz over the wind. "It isn’t moving!"
Fritz looked around as well, realizing Moya was right. The unbridled panic had stopped. "What about the map?"
The two huddled close to block the wind. Sure enough, the images on the map remained steady, and they could see, just to their left, something on the map that suggested a cave of some sort. "Ansuz!" Called Moya.
The crow landed on her shoulder and looked where she pointed on the map. Then he took to the air and the two ran after him.
The Grivvatte was near, but apparently wasn’t sure where they’d gone. Moya hoped the stillness of the forest confused him.
Finally Moya saw it. A large hole in the base of a tree. "There!" She needed just a little time to …show more content…
"Listen and tell me what you think -- 'No up without down, no day without night, force against force might not make right.'"
Fritz raised his head. "No up without down, no day without night?"
"Force against force might not make right." She felt the energy building inside her. As though she'd swallowed a handful of candy pop rocks.
"What is it?"
"I think it’s how we beat the giant crabby monster."
"Really?"
"I think so. It’s here in the spell book. Counter-Fury, it’s called." The Grivvatte roared louder outside, the wind whipping in circles. He was closer.
"Well," Fritz got to his feet and started walking in small circles. "Might makes right is a common saying…"
"But this says ‘might not make right’."
"Exactly. Force against force might not make right. So, going head to head probably isn’t the way to go."
"Well, I think we proved that with the Lesser version."
"And the beginning…" Fritz scratched his head.
"No up without down."
"Right. What do up and down have to do with this thing? Or day and night?"
Moya and Fritz stared at each other as if the answer was written on the other’s forehead. "They’re opposites!" They both
"You could say that. I think you either need to kill him, or leave him alone. Anything in between gets you this."
The Grivvatte roared in pain as his body pushed up and out in every direction. His eyes bulged larger and threatened to pop from his lumpy skull, and his teeth grew to sabers. The hair that had been patchy on the Lesser version, grew wild and tangled, sticking out and dragging on the ground. By the time the change finished, the Grivvatte had quadrupled in size. He snapped and spit and raged, his whipping tail popping the heads off all the flowers in reach. A storm brewed around him that grew the …show more content…
Not far behind they heard The Grivvatte, and the storm still raged, but something was different. Scrambling to grab her staff and get to her feet, Moya looked around.
"The forest -– " She yelled to Fritz over the wind. "It isn’t moving!"
Fritz looked around as well, realizing Moya was right. The unbridled panic had stopped. "What about the map?"
The two huddled close to block the wind. Sure enough, the images on the map remained steady, and they could see, just to their left, something on the map that suggested a cave of some sort. "Ansuz!" Called Moya.
The crow landed on her shoulder and looked where she pointed on the map. Then he took to the air and the two ran after him.
The Grivvatte was near, but apparently wasn’t sure where they’d gone. Moya hoped the stillness of the forest confused him.
Finally Moya saw it. A large hole in the base of a tree. "There!" She needed just a little time to …show more content…
"Listen and tell me what you think -- 'No up without down, no day without night, force against force might not make right.'"
Fritz raised his head. "No up without down, no day without night?"
"Force against force might not make right." She felt the energy building inside her. As though she'd swallowed a handful of candy pop rocks.
"What is it?"
"I think it’s how we beat the giant crabby monster."
"Really?"
"I think so. It’s here in the spell book. Counter-Fury, it’s called." The Grivvatte roared louder outside, the wind whipping in circles. He was closer.
"Well," Fritz got to his feet and started walking in small circles. "Might makes right is a common saying…"
"But this says ‘might not make right’."
"Exactly. Force against force might not make right. So, going head to head probably isn’t the way to go."
"Well, I think we proved that with the Lesser version."
"And the beginning…" Fritz scratched his head.
"No up without down."
"Right. What do up and down have to do with this thing? Or day and night?"
Moya and Fritz stared at each other as if the answer was written on the other’s forehead. "They’re opposites!" They both