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The Dark Lord of Moraer

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In a dark room, in a dark palace, on his dark throne, sits the Dark Lord. He is twice the height of a man, clad entirely in black, and on his head is a black crown.

The door to the throne room opens, and a servant enters and bows.

"Your Majesty," he says, "the General is here to see you."

"Let him in," says the Dark Lord, his voice like the roar of the Sea.

The servant bows and exits. A short while later, the door opens again, and the General enters and bows.

"I bring news, Your Majesty," he says.

"What news, General?" says the Dark Lord.

"From the Beach, Your Majesty," says the General.

"What news from the Beach?" says the Dark Lord.

"The couple, Megan and Cueball, are there, Your Majesty," says the General.

"Megball? What are they doing?" says the Dark Lord, his voice growing even deeper, matching his impatience with the General's slow way of reporting.

"They have built a Castle of Sand, Your Majesty," says the General.

"Is that all?" says the Dark Lord.

"They have also built a Platform, Your Majesty," says the General, "from which they watch the rising of the Sea."

"Is that all?" asks the Dark Lord again, his voice growing louder still.

"LaPetite was there also, Your Majesty," says the General, "but she left shortly thereafter."

"LaPetite," the Dark Lord mutters (though for him muttering is done with a volume like the normal speech of a man), "She is trouble. Is that all?"

"That is all, Your Majesty," says the General, "though I must say that the Sea is rising nicely."

"Indeed," says the Dark Lord. "Do you have anyone watching this Castle of the Megball?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," says the General, "I left several Molpies nearby to watch for further activity."

At that moment, the door to the throne room opens, and a servant enters and bows.

"Your Majesty," he says, "a Molpy is here to see you and the General."

"Let him in," says the Dark Lord.

The servant bows and exits.

"More news from the Castle, perhaps," says the General.

The door opens again, and a Molpy enters and bows.

"Speak," says the Dark Lord.

The Molpy, nervous to be in the presence of the Dark Lord, stutters, "Y-Your Majesty, I bring n-news from the C-Castle of the Megball."

"What news, Molpy?" says the Dark Lord.

"The Megball have left, Your M-Majesty," says the Molpy. "They have gone to see if there are any other Rivers."

"General," says the Dark Lord, "send some Molpies after the Megball. But keep some at the Castle to watch it."

"Yes, Your Majesty," says the General.

"And send a Sparrow-raptor after them as well," says the Dark Lord, "to watch them from the air."

"Yes, Your Majesty," says the General.

There is a long, uncomfortable silence--uncomfortable for the General and the Molpy, at least.

Then the Dark Lord waves his black-gloved hand. "You are both dismissed," he says.

The General and the Molpy bow and exit.

The Dark Lord sits for a long while in silence, contemplating a plan to eliminate this potential threat to his power. Then he calls, "Servant!"

The servant enters and bows.

"Bring me the Dish," the Dark Lord commands, his voice far, far deeper than the Sea.

"The ... Dish?" says the servant.

"Yes, the Dish!" says the Dark Lord, his voice deeper still.

"The Dish, Your Majesty?" says the servant.

"Yes, the Dish!" says the Dark Lord, his voice deeper than the servant has ever heard before.

The servant hesitates, swallows, and says, "Yes, Your Majesty."

He bows and exits the room.

The Dark Lord sits in silence for another long while, waiting for the servant to do his bidding.

Then the servant re-enters the room, carefully holding a small ceramic bowl in his hands. He walks slowly forward, his head bowed, and stops before the Dark Lord's dark throne.

The Dark Lord takes the bowl from the servant's hands and holds it in his own.

"Dismissed," he says.

The servant bows and exits.

The Dark Lord stares into the Dish, which is filled with water. He stares deeply into the water, and sees at the bottom a tiny blob. The blob would be far too small for the eyes of a mortal man to see, but the Dark Lord is not a mere man. He can see into the very core of the blob, filled with the double helixes that hold the information passed down to it through the countless generations.

And the Dark Lord speaks, with a voice that could cause the Sea to freeze over.

"Go to the Megball," he says, "and eat their brains."