“If this smells like what I think
it smells like, we’re gonna wish we were running up on a wild elephant,”
Piccolo said. I could tell just how
concerned Piccolo was about whatever was coming out way. There wasn’t an ounce of lightheartedness in
his voice like there would be any other time.
All of the grey hairs on his back and tail made him look almost like a
hedgehog, standing at full attention ready for a general’s command. In an instant, sky blue flames erupted from
Piccolo’s body, consuming him into a cocoon of swirling fire. The fireball exploded outward in all directions,
engulfing everything in its path, including me.
The fire wasn’t hot though, it wasn’t any temperature as weird as it may
seem. These flames were byproducts of
what I would call Piccolo’s spiritual pressure; it’s what would be called ki or
chi in the Far East back home.
After several seconds, blinded and
confused, the raging blue vortex shattered like a rock through a glass window
pane. The remnants lit the tree trunks,
brush, and vines it touched, burning like a candle. Before me stood a transformed Piccolo, a new
form I had just seen for the first time three days ago during one of our
training exercises. He had been reborn
as an ice blue crystalline lion, with his mane and paws made of the same flames
that once spun around us. He was bigger
than a normal lion would be, about three times as much, and steam spout forth
from his nostril with every breath. In
that moment, and to this day, I am still rendered speechless anytime I have the
privilege of witnessing one of my friend’s most majestic forms.
My awe was broken much like the
trees in front of us had started to bend and snap by the force that was
approaching us. It sounded like a
bulldozer was trying to make its way through the forest when suddenly
everything fell hushed. Both Piccolo and
I darted our eyes from floor to canopy and all around trying to figure out
where this force might pop out at. Just
then, we heard a tiniest bell jingle and one of the most high pitched meows I’ve
ever heard. We looked down to the path
ahead and there to our surprise stood a baby kitten, no bigger than the palm of
my hand. It was all white, with a pink
nose, black tipped ears, and stone cold blue eyes that I felt like could read
my soul. It let out another one of its
high pitched whining meows and I felt at peace all at once.
“Aww, it’s just a baby
kitten! It’s not going to hurt us,” I said. Without even thinking about it, I started my
way toward the little adorable fluff ball, arms outstretched like a mummy
straight out of an Egyptian crypt.
“No, Adam! Don’t fall for it, it’s
not real!” Piccolo shouted, this time not in telepathy.
I don’t know what happened, and it’s
hard for me to explain it, but when I started moving towards that little kitten
was not my doing. I was “compelled,” as
I would later find out, by this thing.
With Piccolo’s words I paused in my tracks, like a gear getting stuck in
a machine. At that same time, the little
kitten let out another meow, but this time it was much deeper and
distorted. It’s eyes had become a full
on black and this black vapor looked like it was spilling out of where the cat
stood.
I started backtracking, slowly taking one step
after the other trying not to disturb the cat when it exploded in a cloud of
black vapors, much like what Piccolo had just gone through with the blue
fire.
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