MOTHER 3 Novelization Volume 2

The cloth had given everyone quite a start. I hope Hinawa was all right. I offered my services to check the cliff. It would seem to the untrained eye to be perfectly unscaleable, but, being a master thief, I knew otherwise. I tied a yellow handkerchief to Boney’s neck, and giving him a sniff of the man’s socks, I sent Boney off to find my son Duster.
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I ran as fast as possible in the pouring rain, almost hitting that Lisa lady. I had a purpose: to find Old Man Wess’ kid, Duster, I think his name is, and bring him back to Master Flint, so they can investigate the cloth piece I sniffed out. Pausing for a bit to let the children scratch me behind the ears, I finally arrived at Duster and Wess’ cottage, which was east of the square. Even at my barks, the lazy man did not wake. I was forced to carry him by his scruff half the way, until he woke up and realized he was being dragged through the mud by a chocolate lab. When he stood, it came to me it looked as if he had soiled himself. If dogs could laugh, that’s what I’d be doing right now.
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I ran as fast as my disabled leg let me go, which was still pretty fast, to Flint. My time had come.
When I reached the area, I scanned the cliffside for a good place to put them. I found a perfect spot. I gathered my breath, and began to use the technique I’d studied for years on end: the Wall Staple. It held my weight, so I figured I had pulled the technique off. Flint and Boney climbed up, and we proceeded to head north. I saw it first. It was a caribou, but there were metal plates attached to it and it was hooked up to an odd machine. There were also people in pig masks pressing buttons. They spotted us, and before I could say “Die, you villainous idiots!”, they activated the odd caribou, and it charged us head on.
The caribou’s long, jagged metal antlers dug into Flint’s ribcage, and sent him flying. The poor man hit the side of a cliff, and collapsed. This, of course, made me very angry. I threw my Wall Staples at the fiend, hoping one would penetrate flesh. One did scrape open the metal, leaving wires exposed. But even better, the thing was trapped. Boney ran forward and at my command, began tearing at the wires. Luckily, I think he hit the power cord, and I ran forward and grabbed him, before retreating to a safe distance.
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“Lucas? Claus?”
I opened my eyes. I was on the shore of the river. My leap of faith must have missed the deadly rocks and instead took us into the not nearly as deadly, but still uncomfortable, river. I had to hand it to me, I was lucky. Still rather traumatized, however, at my mother’s apparent death, I didn’t express these feelings. Lucas was still out like a light, and I’m worried he’s drowned.
The figures seemed to understand how I was feeling, and said,
“It’s okay. Your brother’s fine, Claus.”
Whew. What a relief.
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The chimaera exploded just as I got far enough away to not be harmed. I applied a bandage (made from my shirt) to Flint’s wounds, and waited. After a wait of five minutes, where a hungry Boney had consumed all the beef jerky, Flint came to. After picking something up off the ground, he rushed north. I followed.
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Joe and I are resting after a hard day’s work of lighting that stupid forest on fire and making that caribou awesomer. He asked me if I had any plans for when we finally started this place over. I told him I was going to oversee the clayman factory in Gohba. He envied me. “Brown,” he said, “you’re going somewhere. After this is all over, they’ll make you a white.” 
“Nah,” I said, “White’s only for people who eliminate a Target, donate $50 or more, or have four of your avatars used.”
“How much’ve you donated?”
“About $25.”
“You’re gettin’ there, dude.”
Just then, three guys burst in (actually, two guys bust in, one of ‘em was a dog), and we ran to the ship.
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They escaped for now. Duster, Boney and I decided to return and report our findings. We saw that the trees that were blocking the northern path were cleared, and since no one was here, I decided to go that way. 
When I approached, I saw Tessie leaning over two small, shivering forms. Wait…
LUCAS?! CLAUS?!
“Dad!” They both shouted, throwing themselves at me. Lucas was crying, whether in grief or happiness I don’t know. Tessie made us all Innit Tea, and told me how they found my kids washed up in the river.
Just then, Bronson came dashing out of the north and puffed, “Flint! I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first…?”
“Which do you want to hear first?” Bronson asked. “How about the good news? Well, we… found a Drago Fang. It’d make a great weapon. An the bad news, is … where we found it. Flint, where we… found the fang… we found it… it was… pierced through your wife’s heart.”
Dear Lord, no! Why would Drago do that?! He wouldn’t! Flint was broken. He fell to his knees, and started to cry. Claus and Lucas were sobbing miserably as well, but I couldn’t shake the feeling they already knew. Tessie approached Flint in a vain effort to console him. Flint shook her off, and knocked Abbot a good one with a stick Flint had pulled from the fire. Another poor villager was knocked silly when he tried to grab Flint from behind. Poor Lucas and Claus, to see this right after losing their mother… Fortunately, the rest of the townsfolk were spared when Lighter hit Flint in the head with his 2×4.
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My head felt like it had imploded. I was in the…
Tazmily Jail? I guess I’m the first one to land myself in here. I feel awful about what I did. Sorry, Abbot. If my head wasn’t messed up, I’d remember who else to apologize to. After about two minutes, Claus came in and told me to eat an apple, even the core. I did so. There was a nail file in the core. Ow. I think my mouth is bleeding. Nevertheless, I unlocked the door and walked out. I walked to my wife’s grave. Lucas was there, as well as my (late) wife’s father, Alec. When I talked to him, he asked Lucas where Claus went. Lucas, well…
was pretty obvious about it. Claus apparently took my homemade knife, and went to Drago Plateau to avenge Hinawa. Well, that was basically suicide, especially since Drago was mad. We had to go save him before it was too late.
I decided before I met Alec att his mountain cabin, I should get the Drago Fang from Bronson, in case a need for it arises. He was wary of me, I could hear it in his voice. But nonetheless he gave me the fang. When I did not strike him with it, he relaxed much more than he had been doing. I got out of there and headed north through the forest. The journey was without incedent until I came to the river. Too fast to swim in, too deep to wade through. And there’s no bridge. Of all things, a frog offerred to create a bridge. He croaked, and four frogs spaced themselves jumping distance from each other. I leapt across. I made my way up Mt. Oriander, coming to a stop at Alec’s Cabin. He welcomed me inside for a small amount of time to rest from the climb. Then, we made our way south, with Alec leading the way.
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I led Flint through the mountains until we came to a house. This house was odd in the fact hat it was in the shape of a giant pink shell. Flint seemed absolutely dumbfounded, but I knew stranger things awaited inside.
Magypsies. Neither man or woman, they protect the island. There are seven: Aeolia, Phrygia, Mixolydia, and… that’s all I can remember. But no matter. We went inside. They appeared to be missing one. I inquired to Claus’ location, and they told me he went off to Drago’s plateau. Flint and I left. He started to the cave behind the cabin. Making our way through the cave, Flint leading and me giving directions, we arrived in the sunlight.
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Alec and I made our way up the narrow slope, fighting bald eagles and Titanys. We came about half way when we saw Drago’s kid. It was playing with a blue shoe. Claus’ blue shoe. It spotted us and ran off. We continued our climb. We reached the top, and saw Drago wasn’t there.
Or… was he? The earth rumbled as the humongous creature stepped out from a rock formation. He roared and charged us.
The Drago attacked with his tail. I dodged, and swung my fang. It was a direct hit to the gut. Unfortunately, however, the fang shattered. I threw a pyrotechnic known as a Sprinting Bomb into the hole created by the fang. The Drago took heavy damage and shot out fire. Ouch. I threw a Running Bomb (basically a lower-octane Sprinting Bomb) in the hole. He shot out fire again. Alec was muttering about a pain in his lower back.
I threw the fang shards in the hole. The Drago exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere, including into me.
It was only a minor blast, however, and the Drago remained living. I took the shards (which had been expelled by the explosion) and closed in to finish the job. But something was in the way. Drago’s kid hit me back with its tail. Alec told me not to kill the Drago, because I’d only be putting it through what it put Claus and Lucas. Speaking of which, where is Claus? He’s not around.