Garfield and the labyrinth
Part 3 Finally on the path
The deaf door knocker slammed his hammer towards Garfield, but he dodged the giants slow movements, only to be in the mumbling knocker path.
He swung his sword, but Garfield grabbed the blade with his bare hands. "A dull blade for a dull mind!" Garfield quipped as he used the blade to leap on the mumbling knocker and punched into his steel head with his piercing fist.
"What are you doing?" The deaf knocker asked his comrad. "Slap him off!"
but his friend was in fact defeated, slumped to the ground and his steel body denying the stone floor.
"WHAT?!" The deaf knocker cried, his hammer barely being held as he watched Garfield turn around and look at him with eyes filled by the fires of bravery.
"I will not need to knock, for justice is my key."
With only desperation to survive in what could be feutile, The deaf knocker ran at Garfield, for Garfield was more powerful then anyone, and perhaps he would undo the madness of the realm with his strength.
Garfield ran at the knocker and jumped through the deaf knocker, puncturing his stomachache and ending his metallic life.
The gate was now unguarded, and Garfield pushed the giant doors apart, revealing the forest that the wise woman spoke of.
Its green trees and untamed wildlife a mere camouflage for those loose limbed criminals.
Garfield walked into the forest, the most suddenly enveloping him as he sought those criminals. "What is this sorcery?" Garfield roared, walking through the mist.
A sudden laughing came from amidst his surroundings. "You will not find her, Garfield. She will be mine and her baby brother a goblin." And he laughed even more, Garfields fist wringing out of fury.
But that's when the mist died down, and Garfield saw a camp... And Sarah was there! But they were trying to rip her head off! "Come on lady! Just a little fun before we take you to the Goblin king!" They cooed.
"No! You can't take my head off! " she yelled, punching one in the face. But that's when knives came out, and that's when one of them were dead; gun fire was heard in the forest, and a only two of those loose limbed fools were remaining.
They looked to see Garfield, his gun filled with smoke. "You have not had science class it seems, for you would know that heads are not meant to come off."
They ran behind sarah, putting a knife at her throat and looked at Garfield. "Don't you take another step or we will kill 'er!" But Garfield shot the knife wielder in the face, making him release Sarah. "That is improving face."
Sarah ran over to Garfield and hugged him, wrapping her arms around him while also taking the breath out of him. "Oh thank you, Garfield! You saved me!"
When she pulled away from him, they looked eachother in the eyes and Garfield could feel her sudden yearning, but she could not bring herself to do it.
"We... We have to continue on. To find Toby." She said. But Garfield pulled her back to him, as the last remaining red furred fools had tried to attack her. "You killed my brothers!" It screamed. "Now I'll kill you!"
But it suddenly stopped, it's face twitching as it stood there. It then fell to the ground, with a knife in its back.
When Garfield and Sarah looked up, they saw a figure in the distance wrapped in a dark cloak. "Who are you, mysterious figure?" Garfield asked.
"I am Hoggle." The figure said, revealing himself to be one small ugly troll. None the less, the two were grateful. "Now follow me. I will lead you to the castle."
They followed the limping Hoggle, but Garfield did not trust him the slightest.
They reached a place of foul odor, the waters green with death of many creatures... Bodies being enveloped by the bog, while some stared up from the filthy waters. "What is this horrible place, Hoggle?" Sarah asked, covering her nose in the process.
"It is the bog of stench, a place out Goblin King has sent many to." He responded, with a timidness certainly inside of him.
Garfield stayed silent as the two spoke, following them to a bridge of sorts, being guarded by a strong, sword wielding dog. "Halt!" He said, authority booming from his words. "None may enter without MY permission."
Hoggle tried to sneak past him, but the bridge keeper placed his sword before the small ogre. "I said none may enter without my permission, less you wish to enter separate from your body."
But then Garfield stepped forth, getting the awe of the swordsman. "You hold great power, it is quite certain." The swordsman remarked. "But I cannot allow you entrance without my permission."
Garfield nodded, readying a fighting stance. "Then I will earn it by combat!" The swordsman did not argue, merely sheathing his sword. "It will be by the trial of fist."
Garfield smirked, this is always his preference.
The swordsman threw a fist at Garfield, who was able to dodge the attack but just barely, as this dog was fast.
Garfield kicked at him, but each kick was being blocked with great precision. But Garfield landed a punch in the swordsmans' chest, but it was merely a knock back.
Garfield narrowed his eyes at him, unsure of this dog being just any man.
I must defeat him somehow, Garfield thought. But he is strong, possibly more then I! Garfield launched himself from a nearby stone, sending slamming fist towards him. I am stronger! I must be! If only I had some lasagna...
The swordsman dodged his attack, spinning around Garfield and kicking his rear, only to feel a squishy substance in Garfields' back pocket.
Garfield eyes widened at this as he turned around quickly, pulling out a bag of lasagna he made!
He quickly stuffed his mouth with it, feeling powers coercing through his vanes.
He stood up, his for brighter then before, the swordsman would have to admit, but he punched at Garfield with great precision... But Garfields was even better this time, blocking each with his hands like steel, throwing the swordsman to the ground.
But the swordsman would not lie there and surrender. "You may have best me with hand to hand combat, but none best me by blade. Draw swords!"
his blade was slender, yet held a sharp edge each side. "I do not need sword, for my blade is the courage I hold!"
They swordsman hit Garfield with his blade, the steel bouncing off Garfields' bare arms. Then, he stabbed Garfields' chest, only for the blade to be scrunched up into a pathetic thing no one would call a sword.
The swordsman knew then and there that he was defeated, and there was no point in this fight anymore. "You have won your path, warrior. Now leave me be." He threw his garbage sword aside and was to leave the bridge unattended.
"Wait." Garfield held his hand up, the swordsman looked back at Garfield. "What is your name?"
"I am sir. Didymus. Now you know me, what is it you want?" Garfield picked up the sword and pulled its scrunched up steel and straightened it back into its sharp self, handing it back to Sir. Didymus. "You are a skilled fighter, and I must have you at my side."
Garfield looked upon the swordsman, who was staring at his sword with new found appreciation. "Aid me, won't you?"
Sir. Didymus stood up, and shook Garfields hand. "I will aid you, noble sir! For you have restored my blade, and with it I shall restore my honor!"
The four traveled beyond the bog of stench, through its foresty lairs. Sarah was beginning to get hungry, begging for lasagna. Garfield would have shared her some, but he had eaten it all in his combat against Didymus.
Hoggle had something to give her; a peach that has fresh skin, and a sweet scent. As Sarah bit into the peach, Garfield noticed her form changing from that of a relaxed one to something shaking with fear.
Garfield rushed over to her, catching her fall as Hoggle ran from them. "You cretin!" Garfield yelled at the small troll, dropping Sarah and chasing after him with full speed. Didymus watched as he went to check on the girl.
Hoggle threw his knives at Garfield to make him stop, but nothing could stop this cat, for he was fueled by Justice!
Suddenly, Hoggle turned to aim his knife at Garfield, crying "Stay back!" Though Garfield need not worry for he grasped Hoggles throat, the knife dropping.
"Why did you poison her, Fool!?" Garfield said, tightening his grip around the small troll. "The... Gob...lin... King..."
Garfield suddenly realized that THIS was one of the Goblin Kings ploys. "You puppet! You wish to have strings?" Garfield raised the small troll up and shook him about. "Then let my arm be your strings, and my grasp your sureness!"
Before too long, Hoggles life fleed to the miserable place of Hell, where traitors of justice and all things good burn.
Garfield ran back to Sarah, seeing her form silent, but not dead. He picked her up from Didymus and looked at her with sorrowful eyes. "The poor maiden..." Didymus spoke, mourning her illness. But Garfield rose his head, looking at Didymus. "Sir. Didymus! Who would know how to remove this poison?"
Didymus, however, did not raise his head. "May 'hap The Goblin King, but I am not sure of it."
Garfield stood up, Sarah in his arms and a great anger in his eyes. "Then we will make it sure... When I wring his neck!"
But meanwhile, Sarah found herself in a dress, in an empty ballroom. "Hello?" Her voice echoed in the emptyness... The porcelain walls and gold lining only coating a cave with grace, but it was lit by mere candle light.
That is she saw a figure walking towards her, unrecognizable in the distance. But the figure had sure steps... "Garfield?" The figure continued toward her, and as he got closer his shape became even more unrecognizable... And then he entered the light.
He was a handsome man, his eyes however dark and gleaming blue, hair cut into strands and tuffs of blonde, but he wore a fine garment that resembled royalty. "Sarah..." It was him! The Goblin King! "Be my queen, and I shall give you all you wish."
"No!" She shouted. "Give me back my brother!"
But he merely left, and laughed at her crying in the dark. He watched her stop his music box, her form dancing atop of it... He laughed, yet bitterness was not hidden well enough.
To be continued...