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Poor Girl, Rich Talent – by Megan
“Latroy, wake up. It is time.”
“Time for what?” Latroy sat up, rubbing her eyes. “And at this unholy hour! The sun has not even risen yet. I am not in the mood for playing around. Get back to sleep.
“Dearest, I would never joke with you. The trip? Do you remember? We are going to visit Cosh.”
Latroy sat puzzled for a moment. She looked at her husband, Vonroy, and nodded. “Aaaahhhh. I remember now. But why do we have to leave? I never wanted to go on this trek in the first place.”
Vonroy’s voice remained low and firm. “We must go now. This has been discussed. Your traveling gear has been laid out as well. It would be a shame to see such an expensive outfit go unused.”
Latroy, being a very frugal woman, couldn’t bear to see anything go to waste. “Oh, alright then. Have it your way.”
“I will make sure we have the proper provisions for our journey while you get dressed. Remember, this is not one of your tea parties. You do not need to look glamorous.”
Vonroy walked into the kitchen. He occupied himself by filling their canteens with water and their knapsacks with nourishment and camping supplies. Just as he was rolling up the map, his wife emerged from their bedchambers. Latroy looked very much ready for adventure head to toe. Everywhere but her face. She wore a scowl fowl enough to scare away any creature who was looking for an easy snack.
Latroy let out a long sigh. “Are we going or not? I want to get this over with.”
Minutes later, the young couple stood on the border of their majestic city. “Goodbye, Shasrave. I hope we meet again.” Latroy waved goodbye as they slowly made their way farther and farther away from home.
Vonroy and Latroy Hweebar spent one whole month just trying to get out of the woods. They spent many long days hiking through the forest. At times it seemed that they would never find their way to the house of Cosh, but then they saw the desert. This desert stretched for miles and miles as far as the eye could see. A vast expanse of sand with shrubs dotting the landscape was all this wilderness appeared to be. Vonroy never stopped. With his complaining wife tagging along, he marched straight into the wasteland.
For two months the Hweebars travelled through the dry landscape. This new biome was even worse than the first. The next was no better. A noxious swamp rudely greeted their eyes – and noses. Vonroy still didn’t stop, though. He wouldn’t stop until he was able to fly.
During the final two months of their expedition, Vonroy and Latroy climbed cliff faces and scaled mounains. The area was prone to storms, and the Hweebars had to take shelter very often. On the morning of the seventh month in their journey, they spotted it: Cosh’s estate.
The rustic mansion was neatly nestled in the crook of two mountain peaks. A long, winding staircase made its way up from the path to the front door. Latroy pulled her greasy black hair away from her face. “At last, we’ve arrived.”
Vonroy and Latroy made their way up the staircase hand-in-hand. When they reached the top, Vonroy pounded on the door with his fist. The twenty-foot-tall doors swung open on their hinges as if controlled by magic. The couple carfully stepped through the threshhold.
What they found when they entered was not quite what they expected. Being a wizard, Cosh should have had a cauldron sitting in the middle of the room surrounded by potions. Instead, his mansion contained a massive parlor with two equally massive staircases in the corners leading to a second floor. Vonroy started up one of the staircases and beckoned for his wife to follow. Once they reached the top, the Hweebars entered a long, winding corridor.
The walls were uniquely decorated throughout the hallway. Early on, potion recipes and spell incantations were plastered on these walls. Farther down the corridor, portraits of Cosh’s ancestors were hung at precarious angles. It seemed as though the works of art were observing their every step.
A bone-chilling voice drifted down the hall. “Who goes there?”
The color drained from Latroy’s face. What was this new discovery? Who could the voice possibly belong to?
“I said who goes there? Who dares to enter the house of the mighty Cosh without invitation?”
Vonroy could tell by the look on his wife’s face that she wasn’t saying anything. Well, he thought. I am the man of the house, and Latroy is not helping me at all, so I suppose I will have to take care of this myself.
“U-u-um…” Vonroy’s tongue stumbled. “We were never informed of the need for an invitation. We simply wanted to ask a favor of you!”
This time, a different voice rang through the halls. “Ha! I was just joking with you!” A pale, wrinkled old man with a long, white beard emerged from the shadows and walked toward them. “Come this way, and then tell me what you want,” the wizard motioned for them to follow.
Vonroy focused on the sway of Cosh’s robe against the hardwood floor as he and his wife were lead through the manor. The trio entered a room, and Cosh motioned for them to sit down.
“So…,” Cosh said. “Mr. – what did you say your name was?”
“I never did,” Vonroy replied. “But my name is Vonroy. Vonroy Hweebar.” He pointed at his wife. “This is my wife, Latroy.”
“Oh, I see,” Cosh replied with the nod of his head. “So, Mr. Hweebar, what favor have you come to ask of me?”
“If… Could you perhaps?”
“Spit it out boy!” Cosh exclaimed.
“I want to fly.”
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