Ties That Bind -- Chapter 3
More of the story. I hope you are enjoying it. Reviews are always appreciated. :lionosmile: Chapter 3 In the black pyramid, Mumm-Ra collected the ingredients he would need to conjure the hex he had found in his book. He smirked as he mixed the eye of newt, a unicorn’s hair, a quarter cup of Berbil joint oil, and cartilage from the Black Widow Shark, into the bubbling waters of his large cauldron. These ingredients would start the ball rolling for the destruction of the ThunderCats. “These ingredients will create the perfect concoction to make Lion-O trip and fall from that high pedestal that his comrades put him on.” The mummy watched the components dissolve and the water turn a strange green color and begin to froth. “Rise from your prison, my bringer of death! Rise to do my bidding!” Mumm-Ra commanded. From the foam rose a small creature. Ma-Mutt growled and barked at the thing. To anyone else, they may have thought the ancient evil one had lost his marbles. Before him sat a kitten, which looked as cute as could be. “Gorlock, what are you doing in that disgusting form? Address me as you are normally. Be proud of what you are.” Mumm-Ra ordered. With one shake of his body the creature become more fearsome. It grew to stand seven feet tall with broad arm and chest muscles, with course brown fur. Sharp claws and fangs emerged on the end of a long dog-like snout. “Ah there you are. No isn’t that better?” The ever-living source of evil wondered. “Better. Now what is it you require, my master?” The creature asked. “I want you to destroy the ThunderCats. Humiliate their leader and then bring me his head on a stick.” Mumm-Ra ordered. “Any particular way you want this deed done?” Gorlock inquired. “I want the others to hate him and publicly denounce him before you finish the job, they started.” The mummy told him. “Sounds difficult but then I do enjoy a good challenge.” The shape-shifter smirked. “Go then and do your worst.” Mumm-Ra said. With a nod, Gorlock spread his arms and transformed into a great eagle. With speed and agility, the evil creature flew out of the pyramid. “So it begins.” Mumm-Ra laughed his evil laugh and headed for his sarcophagus for a well-earned nap. At Cat’s Lair, the cubs had been put down for a nap and the adults gathered in the counsel room. There were some plans to iron out for the usual big Christmas party that the ThunderCats held each year. “So what exactly is left to take car of? Lion-O and Ben-Gali promised to a get a tree tomorrow and Tygra and I have brought the decorations out of storage. Snarf has already ordered the food he needs for the feast. Snarfer has the lights and decorations for the outside of the Lair going. The girls are decorating the inside of the ballroom.” Panthro said. “Yes, what is there left to do?” Cheetara wondered. “Two things still need to be done. One is who’s turn is it to play Santa?” Pumyra asked. “I did it last year.” Lion-O said. “I did it the year before.” Tygra spoke up. “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s my turn again?” Ben-Gali gave an over-exaggerated sigh. “Oh no, it isn’t your turn. It’s Panthro’s.” WilyKat said. The panther grimaced. He hated playing Santa. “That’s right it is.” A smirk crossed Lion-O’s face. The panther rolled his eyes and said, “Yes, its my turn. Now what was the other thing we needed to discuss?” Using the quick change of subject, he hoped that the others wouldn’t poke fun at him. “The other item is completely unrelated to the party.” Pumyra told the group. “Oh really? Could it have something to do with the whispering that was going on earlier?” Lion-O wondered. This made the puma blush but she continued as her husband squeezed her hand, “Ben-Gali and I are going to have another cub.” At this the room erupted in congratulations. To Be Continued…