Megamind - Wicked 18
The eighteenth chapter of my Megamind and Wicked cross
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter One
Minion had been released from his servitude under Norman. While he cared very much for Norman, it had become increasingly more difficult to care for the boy in recent years with his decreasing mental state. Personally Minion did not believe him still fit to run a country, only a few years ago he had been a decent leader … now he was a tyrant. He couldn’t believe how much Norman had changed … using his religion as an excuse for his misdeeds … it was simply dreadful.
Minion searched for someone now … someone whom he had needed to know of their well-being. Someone he hadn’t been allowed to leave to see because of the resentment Norman still harbored for him. Granted, Megamind had left his brother without so much as a good bye, but Minion couldn’t share in the apparent hatred the boy had developed.
This was Madam Melanie’s first born child; this was the boy he had helped to raise since birth. The young misshapen blue child he had grown to love … it had been too long since he had seen him. From what he had heard around Oz, he was making quite a nuisance of himself … it seemed Madam Melanie’s sons had a talent at this.
Upon reaching the Emerald City, he searched for him only to find that he hadn’t been seen in over a year. That was incredibly disappointing and halted his search for a short time. However, he soon heard a rumor in a shady part of town about someone coming from the Western Gillikin Forest, in a church of some kind. Apparently they had spent some time recovering from an illness and had seen a strange blue man there who had been helping care for the sick and injured.
Megamind had never been the most religious of souls when Minion had known him, times could change of course. Yet after spending so much time with Norman he was almost hoping for his more relaxed opinions on such matters … Norman wasn’t any normal religious person … he was a complete nutcase! No … no, Minion scolded himself, he shouldn’t think of any of his masters that way … no matter what they had become.
He followed the trail to the Gillikin church to speak with someone. He had found a rather nice nun who, after learning his connection to Megamind, had explained the circumstances of his stay there. Apparently he had been taken to church several months ago by a member of the church who had been visiting the city. He had recovered from some sort of trauma and since he had become quite well after a short time but the nuns refused to let him leave, he had begun helping out with those who needed help.
The nun then told Minion that he had left by carriage several months ago to travel towards Kiamo Ko, the capital of The Vinkus. There was a wrong he had been responsible and it was his duty to apologize for it to those affected. However, not many carriages traveled this time of year, in fact only one more would come by before the Vinkus would have to be shut down for the winter.
Minion stayed in the church for the week awaiting the carriages arrival before departing to Kiamo Ko. Whatever it was Megamind blamed himself for, Minion was sure it was not truly his fault and he would support him. He passed by many villages on his way to Kiamo Ko, so many tribes and dancing and bonfires. Many sites in the Vinkus that were simply spectacular to his eyes.
It took many weeks of travel for the carriage to finally arrive at Kiamo Ko, since Minion was not the only passenger he had to bribe the driver to stop here. Since apparently rumor had begun to spread, in the carriage business at least, of the Wicked Warlock of the West residing in Kiamo Ko. Minion sighed at the title that had been given to Megamind, why was it that both brothers he himself had helped raise were now known as Wicked Warlocks?
He tried not to think of it as something he could have done wrong … after all, Madame Melanie hadn’t turned out too bad before … Not now, Minion, pull yourself together! He held his head up; he had been spending too much time alone with only his own thoughts for company. He traveled towards the old castle he had been told the Wicked Warlock had made home.
He was surprised to be greeted by guards; they seemed to be natives, probably citizens of the capital. He introduced himself as simply “an old friend of the warlock” before he was lead up many staircases, including a rickety old spiral one that led to the tallest tower. He had been announced before he was allowed to enter so that the Warlock could prepare.
The old castle not only had a few of these native guards in it, but was also filled with strange machinations. Minion supposed that made sense, Megamind had always been exceedingly well at creating things of this nature. Many strange flying ones with blue tops were whizzing about and there were also many old things that seemed to have been abandoned over time.
When the door opened he saw the slender figure turned away from him, still clothed completely in black with a high collar and a long cloak. He smiled as he heard Megamind begin to talk in what he probably considered a threatening voice, “Who dares to enter into the castle of the powerful, the infamous, the devilishly handsome,” he turned around slowly, swaying his cloak as though to make himself intimidating. Then his eyes widened as a smile spread across his face, “Minion!” He ran over and threw his arms around Minion, just staying like that for a minute, as though nothing else mattered. Like everything had been taken away and the surprise of seeing someone who had once cared for him meant more than the world.