Tag: Elite Force of Britain

It is said that the travellers come,
Armed with fragons, lies and some
With intent looks upon their faces
They search for hidden hiding places

View’d from a distant observation point
These visitors, a leader do they appoint
To venture far and wider still
To ensure their fragons have free will

They wander aimlessly, searching all
Finding nothing as darkness falls
The lands they search are dark, unsafe
Home to many demons and wraiths

Finally, a clearing they do find
Amidst a range of hills that bind
The fields in which the fragons play
Before the travellers rest for the day

When morning comes and the fragons sleep
The travellers attempt to leave their keep
And head away from their prison land
But the island has other things planned

First they meet the witches three
Who give to them a simple plea
To reach the tower and clear the hex
And restore the life of Ganthenex

So, Ganthenex, the Demon of all demons, returns. Obviously, this has to end with a…

To Be Continued…!

And so it will, and will be seen
Throughout the night of
Hallowe’en!

This part actually ends this rather long run of The Superhero Diaries for this year. As mentioned above, the team will be back on Hallowe’en for this year’s Special; and then they will return sometime next year… or will they?

The skies were full yesterday, Wednesday. Wyverns soared and swooped and screeched as they found themselves free. The ‘mythical’ creatures had been released from their own domain by an other-worldly race known as the ‘Flatnotes’, according to Psychic Sue of the Elite Force of Britain.

“The Flatnotes have been trying to gain access to our world for some time now,” explains Psychic Sue, “but we are ensuring to keep them behind the dimensional barrier. The thing is, from time to time, they can ‘reach through’ the barrier, usually by icy hands grabbing unsuspecting passersby. This is only the second time they have actually been able to send something physical through the barrier, and the first time on such a huge scale.

“The wyverns themselves are harmless, and are enjoying their freedom here, but they do appear to be frightening and so we must herd them together to prevent widespread panic. There is a small island that is large enough to house these dragon-like creatures, which is currently in the Mediterranean. I say currently, as the island of Middlehaven has a tendency to travel. A couple of years ago, it appeared south of the Isle of Man. Anything on the island can never leave, unless mystically allowed to do so, so it will be ideal for these creatures. There are people who live on the island, mystics themselves who have advised us that they are prepared and willing to look after these misplaced animals.

“They already look after a herd of pterodactyls so should have no problems with another species. Our task is rounding them all up and getting them onto the island.”

All of the Elite Force of Britain was out trying to gather the creatures together, using a blended and herbal sleeping potion created by Sia Klath, the teams’ newest member. It took over six hours to round up every creature, the last one proving to be the most difficult to catch as it seemed to be playing with the heroes.

“That is exactly what it was doing,” Psychic Sue explains, “It was a juvenile, and had incredible fun trying to outsmart us. We caught him in the end, though, as he eventually realised he was vastly out-numbered. We always try our best when on a mission, no matter how exhausted we feel.”

Shortly after the interview, Psychic Sue and a few other members of the EFB left with the wyverns to venture to Middlehaven Isle.

My Dear EFB Colleagues,

I’m writing this today as a means of an apology. An apology owing to the fact that, as it stands right now, I haven’t had the chance to say good-bye; although that good-bye is in this form.

As you know, due to my powers being imbued upon me by Hera and the other Olympian Gods and Goddesses themselves, I can live a lot longer than most mere mortals. In fact, I am immortal myself, only every five hundred years or so, I have to undergo a metamorphosis, and become, in essence, a different person.

I am still me, with all my memories and abilities, but to you I will look like someone completely different.

Please do not be afraid.

This is the price for having these abilities, and I am willing to pay it.

I will be absent for a short time whilst the metamorphosis takes place, so it is advisable to leave me to it whilst it occurs. If I’m disturbed, nothing major will happen, apart from the process being slowed down a little, and I’d rather get straight back to work as soon as I can.

As I have said, I will still have my memories, and will remember each and every one of you, but I know how disconcerting it will be looking at a different face.

With time, it will get easier.

I look forward to getting to know the new me, as I hope you will too. Although, I have a feeling that the old me may be cropping up here and there from time to time as well, considering we have access to the Open Timeline anything is now possible.

So, it is a heartfelt good-bye from the old Muriel Magnificent, and a cheery hello from the new and improved version!

Just please, do not touch my cardigans!

See you after metamorphosis!

M.