Loki felt pain. It wasn’t pain from his neck wound or pain from being tied up. It was mental pain and it was excruciating. It was as if someone was tearing at his mind, piece by piece, forcing its way in. Resistance was futile. Loki gave in and mist flooded into hid brain, hungry for power.
Apollo and Opal headed back to Quartz. Kat rushed to them speechless with shock and worry. Apollo fell to his knees and howled as he relived his mistakes. The trees shrieked in unison as the sky began to turn an unhealthy black colour.
“It’s back,” whispered Kat ominously as mists began to pour through the streets. Lockdown bells clanged with urgency. The once bustling streets turned silent as the city fell into a panic. It was as if death had come to town.
Mists surrounded the shadow men as they chanted in the night, a voice once pure, now edged with venom joined in. It seemed Loki had found a new purpose.
“What’s happening?” cried Opal, her hazelnut brown eyes twinkling with ignorance.
“It’s Mistplague. The first case started about ten years ago when a Sorcerer found an ebony black stone lying next to him when he woke up. By touching it, he became corrupt and the mists began to spread.” Kat said, tears flooding her eyes,
“That doesn’t seem too bad,” exclaimed Opal.
“Anyone that comes in contact with the mists has a 1 in 10 chance of contracting it. They turn into mindless slaves following the bidding of whoever has the stone.” Kat continued.
“They don’t die until we find the man with the stone… it’s impossible … we are all going to die!”
The shadow men marched across seas and beaches, not stopping. Their goal was obvious, Quartz had to fall!