The Flight to the White Kingdom
The second chapter! Please enjoy! And no, I am not dead!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Eyeshield or else I would be a millionaire in a mansion instead of a hobo in a cardboard box duplex with my dog.
So far: Mamori has now realized she is another dimension. To return to her realm, she must find a book in the land where the sun doesn't shine and all her nightmares can come true.
Who is who?
Sena: A dwarf with a thick accent.
Kurita: A troll who is a pacifist. Last name is Bonecruncher.
Monta: A satyr. That's about all we know.
Hiruma: They mentioned he was a traitor…
Ha Ha Brothers: A three headed dragon that works for his evilness.
Mamori teared through the forest after Monta in the direction of the village.
'I must be crazy … I just have to be' her mind cried out as she caught her pants on another bramble in her way.
Monta didn't even seem to notice as he leapt gracefully through the forest as light as cloud while she followed noisily, sounding much like a herd of buffalo.
"Mamori! Please hurry! They need our assistance quickly or they're going to be char-boiled and served up hot!" the satyr cried, glancing back at the struggling girl.
"I'm coming! This is harder than it looks!" she yelled back, leaping a small stream.
A few minutes had passed before the sky lit up red from the fire of the village. Mamori could feel the heat radiating from the inferno and high pitched squeals could be heard from all around them.
"Monta … the driver was told that there were Devil Imps around … Should we worry about them?" Mamori asked cautiously.
"Of course, we should! Devil Imps are the most maxi-evil! They love to feast on anything they can get their jaws on. They're the most devourous creatures in the land next to Cerberus!" Monta yelled over his shoulder.
Mamori couldn't get another word in as the town came into sight. Or what was left of it. Everything was ablaze and odd monsters ran hither and thither, making the squealing cries she had heard in the forest.
Two of the creatures turned and stared at her with eager glee shimmering in their hungry red eyes. Their squeals increased as more turned to stare. Then they began to approach Mamori.
"Devil Imps …" Monta growled pulling out a knife. "And quite a lot of them too."
The Devil Imps circled their intended prey with hunger. Drool dripped out of their teeth-filled mouths; they were just aching for a bit of juicy satyr or young girl.
Mamori had the sudden sense of deja vu when she realized they looked just like the Devil Bats mascot.
"Mamori, do you happen to have a weapon or even some magic at hand? You being an accomplished mage and all," Monta asked worriedly.
Mamori just stared in dismay at this statement confirming the satyr's worry. "Then I guess where Devil Imp food," he growled in fear.
Suddenly the imps scattered shrieking in surprise as a few in the back where sent flying into the air head or tail as someone began to fight towards the two cornered heroes.
"Monta! Is the lass safe!" a familiar voice yelled; a very familiar voice.
"Sena!" Mamori cried out in joy. Even if this was an upside down dimension, it was still great to know he still cared.
"Hurry it up, Sena! These imps are hungry for a snack!" Monta yelled kicking out at a Devil Imp. The creature leaped back while nursing a bloody nose, its shrieks getting angrier.
Mamori didn't know what to do. With no weapon at hand, she really wished that she could borrow Hiruma's rocket launcher if only for a minute. She backed away from the ravaging horde that was continuing to grow.
She tripped suddenly and landed hard on her rear end. She heard a happy shriek. Turning her eyes widen at the sight of the closing in Devil Imp. Its maw opened wide in a most unpleasant leer giving her a good view of its stained teeth.
Mamori shuffled back as fast as she could but the thing ran towards her, ready to render the flesh from her bones. She closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable end. She could smell the creature's foul breath and could practically feel its teeth over her skin.
But the bite never happened. She cracked her eye open to an amazing sight. There stood Kurita holding the thing by the tail and spinning it over his head like a mace. The Devil Imp shrieked as Kurita let its tail go making go flying over the entire town.
Mamori only gaped in awe. The rest of the imps backed up and shared a few glances.
"That be a close one lass," Sena smiled, extending a hand. Mamori returned the smile while still staring at the horde of Devil Imps.
"Are they going to attack again or just sit there?" Mamori whispered to the dwarf.
Sena looked back at the horde. "I don't know. They might or they might not…"
One of the imps suddenly shrieked and was soon followed by the rest of the pack. Mamori clapped her hands to her ears to block out the wail.
The answering call was the shriek of a three headed dragon. "This just keeps getting better and better …" Monta groaned as said dragon started crashing towards them.
"Hey! I think I see some people, Juumonji!" cried the left head excitedly.
"No duh. You win the Mr. Obvious-Head award for today," growled an irritated Juumonji.
Mamori started to back away from the oblivious dragon before turning tail and running away with the others hoping the dragon would keep itself distracted.
"That isn't fair!" complained Togano, (the left head).
"Your mom isn't fair!" snapped Kuroki angrily. "Now let's eat them."
"We share the same mom, dimwit, and I want to roast them not eat them. Besides didn't we eat enough already? Our stomach is about to burst!" Juumonji yelled at the right head.
"Um … I think they're getting away. Maybe we better give chase since we're not suppose to leave any survivors!" screeched Togano.
The other two heads watched the fleeing backs of their intended victims, angrily. "Then let's show them the true might of a three headed dragon!" Juumonji roared with glee.
Mamori had never been this freaked out in his entire life. She could deal with Hiruma, he was somewhat human, but a dragon that stood taller than the school with three heads spitting fire was over just insane. What they needed now was Godzilla to appear to fight off the dragon.
"I don't think we're going to make it!" cried Kurita. He was panting heavily and lagging behind.
Mamori glanced around frantically. Praying for a miracle that something could be used against the Ha Ha trio…that was it!
Mamori turned and took in a big breath and yelled the 'magic word': "Pictures!"
The dragon halted and all six eyes widened in fear.
"How did she know?" cried Togano.
"We have to get out of here! We have to or else they'll see the …" Juumonji started to whimper at the end, leaving the left head to finish.
"Pictures of us taken by the banished Demon Lord!" Kurita shrieked in terror.
The dragon launched itself into the air and flew off in great fear. Mamori was shocked that something that worked in her world could work here. She turned and watched the others looking at her with awe and a bit of suspicion.
"What?" she asked.
"No one has ever defeated the Ha Ha Dragon," Kurita said with awe in his voice.
"Yeah, and they mentioned it was of something of the late Demon Lord's doing," Sena mused.
"So? I don't even know who this guy is," Mamori protested, finally realizing the suspicion.
"Well … maybe you should. But now is not the time. Let's get out of here before this whole town falls on us!" cried Monta, grabbing her hand and dragging her off toward the woods.
A few hours later Mamori found herself sitting around a campfire roasting meat dumplings. Everyone was enjoying their meal in the quiet night, even Mamori, who hadn't really had a chance to relax since entering this crazy place.
"So can you tell me about this Demon Lord so I can understand all of this a bit more?" she asked politely to her companions.
The other three glanced around before Monta stepped up to tell his tale.
"Sorry about not telling you about him. We all thought you knew, being the arch mage of Deimon High," Monta began off-handily. "To make a long story short … the Demon Lord we're talking about is Hiruma. He used to rule over the land where the sun does not shine about five hundred years ago before being banished."
"Then why is everyone so jumpy when someone mentions him if he is gone?" Mamori questioned.
"I'm getting there! Hold your horses. Now where was I?" Monta snapped.
"Ye be getting to the reason he was banished," Sena supplied.
"Oh, yeah! Well anyways, he was accused of some crime. No one really remembers and the books never speak of it. The White Knights were sent in to capture him. They succeeded and sealed him away in some godforsaken place supposedly forever," Monta concluded.
"But now some think he came back and that is why all the Devil Imps and the dragon is attacking. His revenge …" Kurita cut in.
"Oh …" Mamori mumbled. Something Monta had said sounded familiar. Like a land that held the answer her to getting back to the real world…
"Monta! Where is this land where the sun doesn't shine!" she yelled suddenly causing her friends to jump.
"I dunno … somewhere south?" Monta answered scratching his head. "Why may I ask do you want to know?"
"I have a … er, well …" How could she say it was a way to get back home without any of them looking at her like she was a mental patient? "A … quest. I have to go to the land where the sun doesn't shine and retrieve an Ultimate Book to restore peace and harmony," she quickly lied.
"Such a noble quest! I will follow ye until me last breath!" cried Sena with honor.
Kurita nodded and sniffed a bit.
Monta grinned and jumped in the air. "All right! Finally an adventure into lands of pure danger! I can't wait! This is going to be maxi-cool!"
Mamori gave a relieved smile that her fib had fooled them. "That's great to hear. So we can start on our quest tomorrow?"
"Nah, lass. We need to recruit a brave knight for that," Sena mused. "The White Knights are the best in the land. We should request their services."
Monta snorted. "Why would they help a half troll, a dwarf without a beard, a mage with barely any magic and a satyr? Get real, Sena."
"That may be the case, but I be a good friend of Sir Shin the Mighty," Sena said smugly.
"You're kidding! The Sir Shin? The one who sent the Nagas packing with a brandish of his spear, who made even the bravest demons fear for their lives, and whose speed is practically unmatched by any mere mortal?" Monta gawked in open shock.
"The same. Me and him be old rivals from our younger days. He would surely help us out."
"That also means that Sir Sakuraba the Ever Popular will be joining too! You can always use a good archer by your side," Kurita added as he took a bite out of his bun.
Mamori watched them talk excitedly amoung themselves. The evening wasn't turning out to be bad at all. She looked at the stars high above; each one shining so bright with no street lights to take away their beauty.
The stars never shone so magnificently in Japan. Never. She felt her eyelids become heavy and she yawned before curling up off to sleep.
"So we all be in agreeing on going to Ojolot?" Sena asked.
"Here here!" yelled Kurita.
"Yes!" agreed Monta.
"What about you, Mamori. Mamori?" Sena asked in bewilderment.
"Shhh! She is sleeping," Kurita said in a loud whisper.
"Bless her little heart! Well, we all better get some sleep. The White Kingdom is a ten mile trek from Deimon High by foot. Good night," Sena yawned, stretching out before rolling up in his bed roll.
The others, too, rolled up before falling asleep under the stars. Dreams of home, adventure, and untold peril danced in their heads.
I actually updated! WOOT! Please give me your input. Chapter three is now in progress. (I hope it didn't get deleted like this one did twice!)