The Wonks, The Deep Gate, and The Prince

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Deep in the Wonkawood, Carsandra and her friend entered the cave. The tunnel was slick with mold and fungi, and the bottom was simply smooth stone, stretching for miles around them. Entering the tunnel could see the many other tunnels that branched off from the main tunnel, one lead to a cave that reeked of death, one lead to a farming place, and one lead to the side entrance. Paddling down to the main cave, several makeshift homes were constructed, with several Wonks going about their daily lives. However some Wonks had supplies piled near the doors of their homes, and an air of tension was so thick, a butter knife could have cut it. She turned to look at her companion.

 

“So, do you want to talk to the Wonk by the river, or the Wonks by the fireplace?” She asked him.

 

“By the fireplace.” He said, moving forth to cross the now muddy giant cave floor, heading toward the fireplace. She followed, her hand gripping her staff as she used it for support against the muddy terrain. Reaching the fireplace, a group of Wonks, around five in total, discussed in low tones. On approaching, the other Wonks did not break from their conversation, and only one Wonk looked up at them. “Greetings...fellow frog people! May I know yer name, pal?” Her friend said, smiling, to which she inwardly facepalmed.

 

“Mi am Croek, dah cheiftan of dah wonkz, sure is a lotz of you folkz, comin’ round since the big gate opened.”

 

“I see...why did the gate open? I haven’t heard from this until the moment you started to trade.”

 

She paddled forth, giving the Wonk Cheiftan a drug, and once he took it, his frog lips pursed. “Wuz da act of some folkz, not sure who, some Descendentz.” She stepped back, to which Croek looked at her quizzingly, “Wuz is dis?”

 

“It’s a smoking drug,” she replied, a smile straining on her face, as she was worried he would be offended, “It’s in my culture, I apologize if the gift is...unsuited for Wonks.”

 

“Mi peepz, I see. Is fine. Mi will share with the other wonkz, too much for mi alonz’s!” Croek laughed, to which another Wonk whispered in his ear. Croek responded with a classic “Ribbit.”

 

“So how did ya’ll start existing, if you don’t mind me asking? Just curious.” Her friend said.

 

Croek shrugged, “Mi half nu idea, maeself, do latz, do you know how you started to exist?”

 

“GOD created everything as told in the Holy Books...oh, I just answered myself.”

 

Croek shrugged, “Mi understand. Feel a lot like that, things got haf su busy since da deff of Krumpt.”

 

“May I ask, why is there other Wonks with their supplies out?”

 

“Wi is colonizing! Now that Krumpt iz ded, we can go out...and go low-key, mi want tu get all dah ladeez’n’tadpoles out, in case dis..Sep-tem-brr, fella is bad.”

 

“May I ask your thoughts on September?”

 

“Mi not know too much about im, weez not go into da place, too spooky. Mekko doesn’t like it either.”

 

“I see, that’s all the questions I had.”

 

Her friend nodded “Aye, we should be getting back to Belitiviz.”

 

“Latz...say you are from Beltiviz place, yah?”

 

“Aye we are.”

 

“Cod latz, could ask your cheif, if we culd establish, enkl..enclave there?”

 

“I’ll speak with Sabo.” Her friend said, to which he turned and started to head off with Carsandra. “Stay safe pals! If ya’ll need help, send us a bird or something!”

 

Once finishing talking to the Cheiftan, her friend and she paddled inside the September Prince’s cave. Instantly on entering, she felt droosy, like she hadn’t gotten quite enough sleep last night. The spell made her yawn tiredly, but her friend seemed boundless with energy. On reaching the lisp of the Prince’s cave, she saw an entire animal population asleep. Aside from the nature itself. The first thing that drew her eyes was the coffin itself, twined together by Livingwood. The entire coffin was a gleamed amber shell, that even in the cave shone brightly. Whatever awaited inside the coffin, was hidden by the frozen amber that encased him.

 

Below his coffin lay a testimony that only a few would remember, a gleaming gold pond. Gold waves lay still at the bottom, not broken by anything. To the front, was a Dark Elf Druid, along with a white haired Elf.

 

“Are those you’re companions?” The white haired elf spoke, raising her eyebrow, to which the Druid swiftly turned, looking at them.

 

“No, I’ve never seen them in my life.”

 

“Ah, I was bringing my acquaintance of mine with me so he could see the place.” She answered swiftly.

 

“My Prince allows those in for the pursuit of knowledge…” She suddenly winced, rubbing her head with a hand, “You’re free to go look in the libraries.”

 

She nodded, heading first to the right with her friend. The first library had six book, all of which she borrowed one copy. Next, she came across a sleeping wyvern. “We can go pet it, if you’d like?”

 

“Heck no, I’d rather not my ass get brunt.”

 

She chuckled, heading around the cave. As she stepped by some Livingwood, it shuddered, moving away from her. She frowned, but continued on to see all the other animals sleeping. The crushing grogginess was getting her, but still, she traveled until she reached the final library, and gathered six more books. Once gathered, her friend and she exited the cave, and the WonkaWoods village, moving past the crowd that had assembled in the cave. The grogginess lifted as they exited, and she smiled, tomes in hand, edger to start learning more knowledge.