Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 18 = Back on the road
Disclaimer: Although all
characters here are of my own invention, the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos,
etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
“Ohh…
oww… my head…”
Marcus
rolled onto his back and tried to open his eyes. His head was pounding, and he
squinted his eyes shut again as sunlight streamed in through the window. He sat
up groggily, holding his head in his hands, but a wave of dizziness made him
fall back to the bed again.
“Hangover?”
Came Manny’s voice from somewhere to his right.
“Shut
up…” Marcus replied, groaning as his stomach churned.
Manny
gave him a light pat on the back. “Need anything?” He asked.
After
groaning a second time, Marcus sat up again, holding his stomach. “I think I’m
gonna be sick…”
“Well
don’t be sick on me, man. We’re on the ground floor; just open that window
right next to you.”
Marcus
got on his knees and leaned over, opening the window latch with one hand, before
pushing it open as far as he could and leaning out of it. The fresh air made
him a little less hot, but it didn’t do much for his nausea, and Manny kept his
left hand on Marcus’s back as the brown Yoshi retched repeatedly.
“Be
careful there, Marcus; don’t dissolve the window ledge.”
“Shut
up, Ma-… urgh….”
Several
minutes later Marcus stopped groaning, and Manny took a glass, filled it with
water, and brought it back to his friend. Marcus wiped the vomit from around
his lips, before taking the proffered drink and washing his mouth out.
“You
just had to get smashed last night,
didn’t you?”
“I
said… shut up…”
“Welcome
to seventeen years. It only gets worse here on out.”
After
meeting up with Xenly and Laen, the group had breakfast in the lobby they had
arrived in the day before, though Marcus didn’t exactly seem keen to eat much.
After paying for the food Manny led the group out of the inn, and back along
the road.
The
sun was shining brilliantly, and not a cloud hung in the sky. Laen took her
leather mantle off and carried it in her arms as the day progressed, but the
endless miles of road made the travel very tedious, though eventually they
reached a fork in the road just outside a forest. One path went around it while
the other went straight through, but only a small stump of wood remained in the
ground to ever signify that there had been a signpost.
“Well…”
Manny suggested, “Should we flip a coin?”
“Heads
the forest, tails… not the forest.” Xenly said.
“What?”
Marcus cried, as his blue friend began to take a coin out of his saddlebags.
“This is an important decision… we can’t just decide on the flip of a coin
whether or not to take a perilous route or a longer yet probably safer one!
We…”
Many
hours later, under the shaded path leading through the woods, the trio of
Yoshies and their elven companion were walking along, with a furious Marcus in
the lead.
“I
can’t believe we tossed a coin.” He muttered.
“Was
there any better way to do it?” Manny asked.
“Well…
that’s not the point. The point is that this forest could be filled with all
kinds of horrible, unspeakable nasty things that we’ve never even imagined
might exist…”
The
group abruptly went silent as a branch snapped, but Laen coughed and muttered,
“Sorry…”, before they continued on. As they proceeded into the forest, Marcus
was sure he could hear noises up ahead, but Manny denied hearing them, as did
the others, until a sudden, hoarse cry came to them from up ahead, whereupon
they stopped dead in their tracks and went to the edge of the path.
From
out of the woods in front of them they could hear heavy footsteps and a hissing
sound emanating from the tide of shouts that followed it. A Koopa in a green
shell came running forward from the forest, looking behind it, oblivious to the
four travellers up ahead of it. When it turned forward and saw them, it came
screeching to a halt and was almost immediately faced by the combined wrath of
the three Yoshies.
The
Koopa growled and cursed them in the Koopa language, pivoting on its feet to
deflect attacks off of its impenetrable shell. The swords and Marcus’s flail
balls merely bounced off the calcified outer shell, doing nothing more than
making light scratches in the greenish colour. Marcus called out for the others
to step back, and immediately all three of them ceased their attack on the
Koopa, who turned and looked behind it, following the gaze of the Yoshies.
Behind
it were even more Yoshies, but they certainly weren’t like any ones Marcus had
ever seen before; their normally white chests seemed somewhat tanned, showing a
definite orange colour. They carried simple weapons like spears made from wood
and small knives, but wore neither saddles nor boots, instead donning various
items of jewellery, and one near the front had a cloak. The talons on the ends
of their feet were dull and slightly dark, and, Marcus noticed with a start,
every last one of them had bright red eye outlines like his.
“Ferals!”
he muttered, trying to piece everything together. He could understand now why
their ‘disguise’ outside Lince could have been easily seen through, but what
was with their eyes? He was sure he didn’t have feral ancestry as far back as
he knew, since ferals never left the safety of the feral community. Maybe it
was a coincidence or freak mutation?
The
Koopa, trapped between the motionless group of ferals and the four travellers,
chose to try and break through the latter, pouncing on Manny before the
startled eyes of the ferals. Xenly and Marcus came to his rescue, swinging
their weapons as the Koopa to make him leave Manny alone, and once Manny was
free of the Koopa, Marcus pressed an attack against it, pushing it into the gap
in the road between the groups.
He
managed to stun it with a blow to its unprotected chest, before leaping into
the air and coming down on top of it, knocking it to the ground. With one foot
on the Koopa’s shell, he kicked the back of the Koopa where its tail protruded
from the shell, propelling it forward and out of the shell onto the grassy
verge next to the path.
As
the Koopa leapt to its feet, Marcus kickflipped the shell upwards, before
snatching it out of the air with his tongue. Dodging a running swipe made by
the Koopa, Marcus spat the shell back at the Koopa, knocking it over and
stunning it momentarily.
Some
kind of instinct had completely taken over Marcus now as Xenly and Manny
watched him, somewhat bewildered. After kicking the fallen Koopa once more to
check it was stunned, Marcus grabbed it around the waist with his tongue,
before pulling the whole thing into his mouth, and swallowing heavily.
Manny
winced. “Oooh, that’s going to hurt…” he muttered to Xenly, who mumbled in
agreement. The ferals and Marcus’s friends could see him gritting his teeth,
straining, before he clutched at his slightly bulged gut and moaned in pain.
Xenly
shook her head in despair. “Yoshies should never try to swallow anything that
large before they’re at least twenty. He could seriously injure himself.”
“Yeah,”
Manny added, “Smaller things, maybe, but a whole Koopa? He’s crazy.”
Marcus
moaned in pain as he doubled over, and put his hands out to hold his weight as
his intestines churned. It took several minutes before he finally laid the egg,
whereupon he collapsed to the ground and gasped for breath. Manny and the
others came to help him, but there was a raucous chorus of laughter from the
ferals, which Marcus tried to ignore.
“Those
city Yoshies are ever weaker than we thought!” he heard one shout in old Yoshi.
“I mean, how many times do you see an egg get laid with blood all over it?”
Blood? Marcus thought, and he pushed himself up so that he could look over
his shoulder. Sure enough, the egg was liberally coated with bright red blood,
and Marcus could feel sharp pains all throughout his body.
“You
idiot.” Manny muttered as he grabbed Marcus’s legs so that he and Xenly could
carry him. Marcus groaned and replied, “Yeah, thanks, there’s no injury so bad
you can’t feel stupid about it too.”
“That…
was… sickening…” Laen muttered. “Is there supposed to be that much blood?”
“Nope.”
Xenly muttered, holding Marcus’s hands and heaving him up off the ground.
“Let’s just hope these ferals will still help us…”
Manny
called out to them in Yoshian, “Fellow Yoshies! Is there any chance that you
could help us?”
“None,”
came the reply, “At least until we stop laughing…”
A
female feral came out from the group and came towards them, suppressing
chuckles. Her wrists were adorned with gold bracelets, and a few of her fingers
with silver rings, her coloured skin was bright red, and her chest was
prominently tainted orange. She walked up to Marcus, suspended in midair thanks
to his friends, and looked him closely in the eyes, studying them for a moment,
before putting her left hand on his nose.
“He
has our eyes!” she called back. “Maybe we should help him!”
The
laughter died down, and a feral Yoshi under a light cloak came forward, also
studied Marcus’s eyes, and wiped sweat from his nose while he thought. He asked
Marcus if he could walk, and after Manny let his legs down, he discovered that
he could so long as Xenly held him up. The feral, apparently a leader of some
sort, beckoned to them and said, “Come, travellers… tonight we shall grant you
our hospitality if you would care to share some of your stories with us. Our
village is not far; just follow my lead…”
He
began to walk off and lead the group of ferals, closely followed by Manny and
Laen, with Xenly and the injured Marcus bringing up the rear. The red feral
female grabbed the Koopa shell from where it lay, and Marcus asked Xenly to
stop for a moment while he reached out with his free hand and grabbed the egg
he had laid, wiping the blood off on the soles of his shoes, before placing it
gently in his saddlebags with his other things. He didn’t know if it would do
any good, but he figured he might as well take it after all the pain he had just
gone through…
To
be continued…