Guys... I've decided on something... I'm not really much of a TV show writer. I've decided to make Wikia Warriors into a book. Here's a little sneak peek, eh?
Hiltor removed his hood, revealing his face. It was... it was...
“Blitonon.” Poseidon breathed. “What... what are you –”
Hiltor - Blitonon - didn't say anything. He simply laughed. There was no humor, only evil.
“You're a Wikia Warrior!” Poseidon shouted. “You're a friend!”
Blitonon let out another laugh. He raised his hand and Poseidon dropped to his knees. His irises were tinted red, and full of fear.
“What have you done with him?” Petana demanded, running up to Poseidon.
“Do you really want to know?” Hiltor asked, and Petana collapsed over her brother.
“Do you see them, Petana?” Poseidon asked his sister fearfully.
“They’re everywhere.” Petana said, as if she and Poseidon were seeing something the others weren’t.
“You have no right to do this!” Inferninus shouted, getting in the way between Hiltor and the royal siblings.
“No right...” Hiltor laughed. “That is funny. I have right to do whatever I want.”
With a single flick of his hand, Inferninus, like Poseidon and Petana, fell to the floor and started writhing in agony.
The Wikia Warriors took a step back and began to murmur. It was clear that their friend was not their friend any more. Hiltor had completely taken over Blitonon’s body.
“If one more dares to rebel against me, you will suffer the same fate as these three.” Hiltor said, stepping over Inferninus’ body like he was nothing.
Cadmus looked at the bodies on the floor. “What are you showing them?”
“I show them what is to be feared.” Hiltor said, pacing around Inferninus. “They should’ve seen it sooner.”
“You’re eviler than the trolls, Hiltor.”
“After this, you still believe the trolls are the enemy. You are wrong.” Hiltor said.
Cadmus breathed one word in Dragontongue.
From the bushes, Scorcher leapt on Hiltor, tightening her long slender tail around Hiltor’s body.
“What is this?” Hiltor asked, struggling to get free from the dragon’s bonds.
“You don’t deserve to live, Hiltor.” Cadmus whispered, pulling out a gleaming silver knife. “And if Blitonon dies with you, so be it.” He brought the knife down on Hiltor.
So? What do you think? Good, right?