Book 2: Chapter 2 (1/2)
Lindyss hummed as she sat in a rocking chair, crocheting with a ball of black yarn by her feet. A bat was forming on the ends of her crocheting hooks. Around her, dozens of stuffed bats lay on her dresser, bed, table, and floor. There was even a wool dragon attached to the ceiling. As she was putting the finishing touches on her bat, the floor shook and knocked her out of her chair. Screams entered the room through her open window as she sat up and brushed her brown hair out of her face. A sigh escaped from her lips as her door swung open and a skeleton appeared.
“Unholy Misstr—“
“Is it Grimmy?” Lindyss asked. The skeleton froze mid-greeting before jerking its head up and down, bones rattling. Lindyss smoothed out her red dress as she walked out of the room. “I told him to stop entering Konigreich like that.” The skeleton watched its master leave before shrugging and entering a nearby closet.
Outside, Lindyss saw Grimmy sitting on top of her newly-founded church of the damned. Her skeletons and religious followers decided to vote on the name of their religion, and the winning entry was Damnedism. What started off as a joke on her part became a continental phenomenon because the results were visible. With Grimmy’s help, Lindyss had set up a holy altar that converted dead bodies into zombies or skeletons—depending on the state of their corpses—that retained their memories from when they were still alive.
“Ah,” Grimmy said, shifting his weight on top of the church, causing tiles to rain down on the populace below. Lindyss noticed a section of the church had collapsed and her skeletons were already working on repairing it. “There you are.” Grimmy leaned forward and plucked Lindyss off the ground before she could say a word. His wings flapped, causing the skeletons on the ground to fall over, and the duo soared into the air.
“Grimmy,” Lindyss said as she was placed on top of the dragon’s forehead. “I’m a very busy person, you know? You can’t just kidnap me every time you’re bored. This is the fifth time this week, and the week only started three days ago.”
Grimmy snorted. “I know what you do in that tower of yours—crocheting little bats and a mini-me all day,” he said. Lindyss smacked his scales, causing him to burst out into laughter. “And I’m not kidnapping you because I’m bored. I’ve come to fulfill a promise.”
“Huh?” Lindyss’ brow furrowed. “Which one?”
“Eastern continent,” Grimmy said. “You finished integrating that holy warrior soul, right? Leila and I are flying over to visit her family. You’re my plus-one.”
Lindyss fell silent. “I don’t think you understand how a plus-one works,” she said as her eye twitched. “Are you sure you didn’t mean third wheel?”
“You two-legged creatures and your words,” Grimmy said and snorted. “I’m bringing you along. Feel honored.”
Lindyss rolled her eyes. “Yes, O mighty one,” she said. “Honored is definitely the feeling I’m experiencing right now. But didn’t you say you weren’t planning on leaving the continent any time soon?”
“Well,” Grimmy said as he flew through a cloud, causing Lindyss’ dress to dampen and cling to her body. “I was staying to make sure Nova didn’t bully Vur too much. Turns out Vur didn’t need my help. Nova accepted him after he caught a meteor.”
“So that’s what that was,” Lindyss said as she furrowed her brow. “I had a feeling it had to do with Vur. Where is he now?”
“He should’ve teleported to Fuselage with Tafel,” Grimmy said and paused as he stroked his chin, “but Sera seemed pretty mad about something. I thought she’d be happier considering Vur’s not a fledgling anymore.”