Okay I'm so freaking sorry everyone. I took way too long to get this second part out and it's really bad because it's been finished for a week. I'm a senior in high school and my research paper is killing me. Anyway reviews remind me to keep writing everybody so please feel free to review. Without any more ado I give you the second part of chapter one (hopefully it doesn't fail because this is the second draft not the final but I didn't want you all to wait any longer so I decided to just run with it.)

Chapter One Part Two

I was plunged into a dark abyss, falling with no end in sight; as I descended further into perpetual darkness, images flew past me, all showing the same event: A little girl hiding behind a boy who looked just like myself, with a Helmaroc speeding towards them, beak open and talons at the ready. The boy drew his sword, it was broken, dull and rusted...yet fearlessly the boy charged towards the Helmaroc, blade drawn back, his end almost certain; all of a sudden, the images stopped, and myself not soon after. Soon, the sound of wings flapping filled my ears, but I could not make out where they were coming from; then, without warning, thousands upon thousands of Helmarocs surrounded me, flying around me like I was a dead carcass, all of them were wearing masks, each one unique in it's own way. All of a sudden they all dove down and landed around me, watching me, luminescent gold piercing my very soul.
One last Helmaroc flew down, he was the largest of all, his plumes a brilliant white and silver. His mask was very different from the rest. It was a brilliant Saphire, it's shape was that of a helm and crown synthesized into one. The large raptor slowly circled me once before taking flight once more. It flew higher and higher until its cerulean crown shined like a star in the pitch-black "sky" above me. Then it went into a dive.
Its wings cut the air like a knife does butter, beak aimed right for his target: me. I didn't move an inch though, I couldn't. My body felt as if it was rooted into the ground, whether it was because of fear or just sheer stupidity I don't know but all the same there I stood. In an instant I felt the Helmaroc's beak connect with my head, pain raking my body as I was crushed under the sheer weight of this Helmaroc, and in a flash of light, it was all over.

"The...King...Is...Here..."

"Long...Live...The...King..."

When the light died down, I found myself back in the cafeteria of my school. I surrounded by a mob of people, all whispering and gasping, with the occasional point. I stumbled to my feet, trying my best not to fall on my ass again, this was awkward enough without my two left feet. My head felt like I got run over by Goron. I brought my hands up to head but instead of feeling skin or hair, I felt cold, rough, metal against the tips of my fingers: The Grand Helmaroc King's Mask. Oh dear Nayru what have I gotten myself into?
"I don't know your Majesty, I think the mask fits you nicely." Someone said. I scanned the room for said someone. "Your Majesty look to the window! Over Here!" They said again. I then heard a tapping noise, and turned to find a sole blue bird tapping at the window with it's beak. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, the bird tapped more rapidly at this. "You're not hallucinating! Open the window!" The Bird yelled over then crowd. I slowly stumbled over to the window and opened it, and the bird flew in and perched itself on my left shoulder which was now covered in a blue cloak. "Thank you, your Highness. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Isadora: your royal advisor. It's a pleasure to meet you, and before you say anything, note that no one else can hear me. So I would wait until we have some time to be alone okay?" Her voice, despite how young it sounded, had a confidence behind it that isn't found in many people, most would have seen it as commanding and arrogant but for some reason it brought me comfort...it was just felt so familiar.
Soon the crowds dispatched, leaving Isadora and myself alone. I took my seat again and reopened my lunch. My mother had packed me some fried fish from last night and I was starving. I was about to grab a bite when Isadora started to peck at my head.
"Ow! Isadora what's wrong?" I asked her, rubbing the side of my head. Isadora began to hop around nervously.
"Um...your Highness, sir, I'm...well it's nothing but...? I'm starv-umph!" I put a piece of fish inside Isadora's mouth, effectively cutting her off.
"Look Isadora, don't worry if you want something of mine don't be afraid to ask. I may be the Grand Helmaroc King but that doesn't mean we can't be friends okay?" I said. She hopped off my shoulder and set the piece of fish down on my paper plate.
"The last GHK couldn't care less about me, let alone want to be my friend...thank you." Her voice was shaky as if she was on the verge of tears. I flicked her beak and smiled.
"Come on Isadora, don't go soft on me, one of us has to be tough; and that sure as hell ain't going to be I suck at being a tough guy." I ran my finger across the top of her head and she laughed.
"Thank you, your Majesty."
We ate together in relative silence until the bell rang and I had to go to class, when I got up from my seat Isadora started pecking away at my head once again.
"Ow! What is it now?" I asked, again rubbing the sore spot on my head. "You know there are much better ways of getting my attention then pecking away at the same spot over and over." She giggled softly.
"Sorry about that your Highness but I wanted to ask you if I could accompany you to your studies? I give you my word that I won't cause you any trouble so please?" She was hopping around saying "please" over and over, I couldn't help but laugh, for a royal advisor to the Grand Helmaroc King, she was pretty childish.
"Okay okay Isadora, you can come; but remember, no trouble." I ran my finger over her head and she chirped happily.
"No trouble, I promise your Highness. Now onward! To class!"

With that we were off.