Magi-Nation Lore

"Legend of the Twelve Regions - Orothe "
Fists of Rayje, Part 9
By Edward Bolme

"Here y'go, Blu!" said Bria cheerfully as she handed him a bundle carefully wrapped in seaweed. "Keep it safe!"

"What's this, lassie?" Blu asked.

"It's the last scroll out there," said Bria, gesturing to the surface. "At least, so far as I know. Whall's going to try to get me Kybar's Scroll, and that shouldn't be a problem, so that thing right there is the last set of words from the old times, the last words I needed to complete my set."

"Which scroll is it?" asked Blu, unwrapping the seaweed.

"NO! DON'T!" yelled Bria, but a flash of flame and a huge cloud of bubbles utterly obscured Blu from sight.

"AAAARRRRRRGH!" yelled the salty old caretaker. Bria noticed that even when yelling in shock and surprise, he rolled his Rs.

"Ooopsie," said Bria. "I'll just leave you to put that away... safely." Then she hurriedly swam off before Blu's temper grew even hotter than the flaming scroll.

"Now then," mused Bria, once she was at a safe distance from the Vault. "What else can I collect? The scrolls were tough, so maybe something easier. A smaller set of items, and preferably one that can all be found in the same place. Hmm..."

She tapped her lips and thought for a long time.