Awaiting the Adventure
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The lush olive-green treetops rustled loud as the gentle wind blew over the bright green kingdom of Brightvale. Citizens went on with their daily routines - carrying the tasks of working, shopping and conversing - as usual even during the terror of the Darkest Faerie. That time they had been filled with fear, despite the appalling purple clouds did not yet darken their clear blue sky and their beatitude. But the days since the Darkest Faerie's downfall have been tranquil and vibrant for everyone in Brightvale.
Or so it seemed.
"I can't take this anymore!" A scream from one of the royal chambers erupted throughout the castle, nearly frightening the guardsmen off their posts.
Although it had only been a few months, boredom was beginning to drive a Blue Acara out of her mind. The adventure was over then and thus she returned to Brightvale for intense and advanced learning of sorcery, allowed by her uncle, King Hagan. She used to be a diplomat but was now a full-fledged Sorceress. However, she was too quick in learning and had already finished most of the spells and enchantment, leaving her with nothing to do to please herself in the comfort of her home.
Roberta stormed out of her bedroom and marched down the stairs. "I'm not going to stay here any longer! There's got to be something to do outside than to be bored to death in here!"
As she strode to the castle doors, a Yellow Techo named Jonfrit, the Herald of Brightvale Castle, galloped from his station by the grant doors to the furious Blue Acara.
"Milady! You shouldn't go out today. Why, with all the recent news about bandits running amuck, it could be dangerous," he explained.
"Sir Jonfrit, do not stop me," she growled and walked heatedly out of the castle.
Roberta was finally out, breathing in the sweet air of liberty. Although she had heard about carriages lately been pillaged, she knew it would be all right for a stroll outside Brrightvale as the attacks was concentrated near Meridell.
The word Meridell repeated in her mind as she took a stare at the sky. "It's been a while... I wonder what Tor's doing right now."
Truth be told, it was exhilarating for her back then. With Tormund the Knight by her side, they ventured across the lands of the West realm to battle against the dark forces of the Darkest Faerie and finally returned her to her stony prison.
Now, despite hoping to forget the enthusiasm by studying all magic Brightvale could hold, she yearned for another adventure. There were short times she really hoped one would drop right at her boots and at once she would take off. Roberta sighed and then walked on. After all, lighting doesn't strike twice in the same place and that she knew. She ambled down the main street, greeting the people now and then and out the kingdom to a beach not far away.
The very beach she and Tormund first met. It was still as it was before, serene with the waves crashing onto the white sand but there was one small change on the calm seashore. There was someone there, yanking out a small boat from the water. An elderly Brown Scorchio tied the boat to a rock and took noticed of the Blue Acara coming his way.
"Ah, a humble day to meet you, Lady Roberta," greeted the old Brown Scorchio with a wave of his hat.
"Hello, Barter. Have you caught anything today?" Roberta inquired.
Fisher Barter was the only resident of Brightvale to always set sail on his little dingy and tried to net out some fish. A lot of days he would come empty but some were satisfactory. Today he shone a fine grin to her, followed by a chuckle.
"Oh, more than that." Fisher Barter hurled something heavy out from his boat as cracks rattled from his old joints. "I caught me self this."
Thud!
Roberta couldn't believe her eyes, surprised right on the spot. On the sand before her was a Green Shoyru, unconscious and barely alive. Seaweed snaked over his uniform but she knew at once what it represented, especially the Sai at his belt.
"A Ninja," she uttered.
"Oh? That's what he's called?" Fisher Barter asked as he pulled out a wooden pipe from his pocket. He scratched a match along his tail and lit his pipe. "Interesting fellow."
"But he's from the Far East. How'd he get here?"
"The Far East, you say? Hmm, perhaps he got caught in the current and landed right near this coastline with some help. Apparently, this fellow was being carried around by a Flotsam. Playful critter it was, took him as a toy, no doubt," Fisher Barter explained, chewing on the end of his pipe. "It's a good thing I found him. A day longer and he'd be taken by the Drenched."
Roberta's attention soon went to an arrow that pierced through one of the Green Shoyru's wings. Kneeing down, she slipped the arrow off the wing and closely examined the arrowhead and its wooden tail.
"This arrow... It's completely made of wood."
"Yeah, and?" said Fisher Barter.
"The tip's not metal. And the design of the arrow looks a lot like it belongs to archers from the Far East. Strange, their arrowheads are supposed to be steel."
"Doesn't make sense why anyone from his land would want to shoot him..."
A moan escaped from the Green Shoyru. Tiredly, his eyes opened as the fisher and the Sorceress gazed down at him, at first with the breath of relief.
"Are you alright?" asked Roberta.
"Yeah... I think so," he mumbled and then sat up. The Ninja looked warily about at his surroundings. "Where am I?"
"You're in the coast of Brightvale, me lad," Fisher Barter answered. "It's a miracle you survived the rough seas. Luck must be on your side."
"Brightvale..." As if slowly remembering something, his eyes bolted wide open, jumping to his feet. "Where's the castle? Where is it? I must speak to King Hagan!"
"Whoa, slow down. It's over the hill there. You can't miss it. But why..."
The Ninja didn't answer. He took off with a speedy sprint, the sand flying under his steps.
"Hey, wait!" Roberta called but he was already gone.
"Huh. Wonder why he wants to talk to the King," Fisher Barter uttered as he let out a gray breath.
The same question was in Roberta's mind. Why would a foreigner want to consult with her uncle? A sense of interest soon urged her curiosity of where this might lead her. The answer was clear to her, it would be another adventure.
"I have to go," she said and ran off.
"Farewell milady."
Roberta rushed up the steps and along the dirt road towards Brightvale. Afar, she saw the main gate where two Draik guardsmen stood without moving from their posts but the Ninja was not there before the doors.
"Dubric, Marrick. Did you see someone wearing dark green clothing run here?" Roberta asked once arriving to the gate.
The Draik guardsmen looked at each other with puzzled faces.
"No one by that description has come this way, Lady Roberta," Guard Dubric replied.
"Really?" she uttered.
"Milady, we have been at these gates since our youth days. We would have seen someone a mile away," Guard Marrick exclaimed.
"Oh. All right," said Roberta, sounding a little surprised as she hurried through the grand gates of Brightvale.
How peculiar it was that the Ninja was heading to Brightvale and yet nobody has seen his presence. Even the people haven't seen this character in the streets. As hard as Roberta could try to think the logic, she could not figure out how he could go into the castle without being detected.
Then again, Ninjas were quite the mystery.
At last, she reached the castle, which was a surprise to Herald Johfrit when she bolted through the castle doors since she had only been out for barely an hour. However, Roberta didn't cease to stop to answer the question why she returned so shortly and continued to the throne room. There, examining a scroll in his hand whilst stroking his beard was a Green Skieth, dressed in the finest and greenest clothes fitful for the crown upon his head. Noticing his niece enter before catching her breath, he lifted his spectacles and lit up a smile on his face.
"Ah, Roberta, my niece. What brings you here?" King Hagan exclaimed gleefully.
Before Roberta could speak, a Knight gasped in utter alarm and when he pointed with his sword, Roberta, the King and other Knights looked at its direction. Kneeling down in a noble manner was the Ninja.
It was a shock to all who stood in the throne room. When did he enter? How long has he been kneeing there on the carpet? The questions quickly died away as the Knights grabbed their swords, wary that this newcomer was a new danger to the King. However, a shout from the young Ninja stopped them in their tracks.
"I wish to speak to King Hagan of Brightvale! I have something important to tell you!"
The Knights glanced at King Hagan, awaiting a command. If it was King Skarl, the Ninja would already be thrown into the dungeon without having a chance to speak. But the wise King, seeing the sheer youthful and resolute look in the Ninja's eyes, thought twice before allowing his Knights to detain him.
He stepped forward and boldly uttered, "I am King Hagan. Who are you and what business are you here for?"
"My name is irrelevant right now. What's important is that you must to find the Princess of the Far East."
"And why is that?"
"Because she is going to be kidnap by an assassin from this realm."
Surprise lifted up in the room. Roberta had heard a royalty from the East realm was to arrive to Brightvale tomorrow. However, recent events seemed to have delayed the Princess's visit to the castle.
"And you suppose the West has something against the Far East?" inquired King Hagan.
"No, your majesty," Kioshi shook his head. "Although I don't know the motive behind this, I do know it got nothing to do with the West and the East. A Lord's accomplice from the Far East hired the assassin."
"One of the Emperor's aristocrats?" King Hagan uttered, his eyes filled with shock.
"King Hagan, as much as I found out about this, I know that if the Princess is in danger, it could cause a great racket in the Imperial City. That is why I've come to you. I need to find Princess Etsuko and warn her of her abduction!"
"Yes," King Hagan said understandably. "That would be a bad thing. Since she is the only heir to the crown, a civil war could break out in the city. But I'm afraid it's not in my position to help you."
"What?" Kioshi yelled, shocked.
"My messenger has come with news that the Imperial Army has suddenly tried to attack Meridell. What's more, the Princess of the Far East has suddenly disappeared. Nobody knows where she is now. It seems the diplomacy between the East and the West has degraded now that it's clear the Emperor requests war with Meridell and Brightvale."
"That can't be true... The Temple would have already known if that was going to happen," Kioshi stated, given that Ninjas have time to time been scouting the Imperial City undercover. "This got to be more work from them... King Hagan, there is no war. Don't you see? It's their trickery. It has nothing to do with the Emperor or the Far East."
"I am sorry but if that were true, I need to see proof. You must understand that we are a little edgy about this."
"What...? My words are the proof!"
"Sometimes words aren't enough. You are still from the Far East. Even if you are a Ninja from the Temple, you may be a dangerous enemy. If you do not have real evidence that there is no war between the realms or that the Princess is in grave danger, then I have no choice but to arrest you for trespassing in Brightvale Castle."
The Ninja sharply gazed around, watching the Knights closing in with their swords pointing and their shields ready. At first, he was angry that no one in Brightvale would listen to him but perhaps he should have expected that earlier. He came in unexpectedly as a mysterious visitor; hence they would likely see him as a suspect. The Ninja sighed, closing his eyes. He had no other choice.
"Then I'm sorry too," he said. His eyes opened again to show strong purpose. "That I will have to find the Princess on my own."
With a swift of his hand, the Ninja dug into his uniform and rose high a small round object. A Smoke Bomb was at his aid. With a mighty swing, he tossed it to the stoned floor. Gray smoke exploded, shocking the Knights before they even had a chance to capture the cunning Ninja. As the smoky blanket cleared away, the Ninja was gone, vanishing under the concealing blast.
"Where'd he go?!" one Knight shouted.
"Find him! He can't be far!" With that, all the Knights charged out of the throne room in search of the crafty Ninja.
"Uncle." The King wheeled to his niece, noticing the slight concern but not the inquisitiveness in her face. "What if he's telling the truth? Shouldn't we look into this matter?"
"You may be right, my niece...but it will take days before we can send heralds to investigate the situation."
"But what if he speaks the truth? If we do not do something, the Imperial City and its citizens may perish."
"There is no solid evidence that such a catastrophe could happen."
"And there is no solid evidence the Emperor wants to do war with us."
King Hagan smiled for a while, surprised to hear her response. "Yes that is true but we must take precaution for Brightvale. It has only been six months since the reign of the Darkest Faerie and if a conflict between kingdoms begins, then Brightvale must be prepared for war."
Roberta became disappointed but her uncle was right. It has only been a few months and all of Brightvale would be edgy if another terrible turmoil was about to start.
"I know well you believe the words of the Ninja," King Hagan continued. "But promise me you won't go foolishly after this Shoryu."
"...I understand, Uncle."
He should have known a little better about his niece. After all, she couldn't miss out something as big as this. Roberta left the throne room and scanned her surroundings of the interior, wondering where the Ninja had taken off.
"He couldn't have gone far. He must still be in the castle," Roberta said to herself, inclining her head and folding her arms. "But where?"
Surprisingly, she caught a green glimpse slugged on a step of the double stairways leading to the second floor.
"Seaweed..."
The Ninja was covered in it, she remembered. Roberta had read Ninjas leave no trace of their presence but this one certainly did not do a good job at removing his trail. The Sorceress darted up the stairs and down the hallway, until she found the Ninja in one of the chambers belonging to Seradar, the Royal Sorcerer of Brightvale. The Ninja's attention was to a large map upon Seradar's desk, under the flasks of magic potions and chemical elements. The map was the lands of the West realm, its delicate inked illustration in great details but to the Ninja, it looked troubling for him.
The Ninja raised up an eyebrow of doubt. "The West realm is a lot bigger than the Far East...so many grounds to cover. How am I going to find the Princess in a place like this?"
He let out a sigh and then scratched his head.
"By the time I even finish looking, the Princess would be long gone. I don't even know if she's already been kidnapped. Hmm..."
Quietly, Roberta stepped in and readied her hand on her wand in case the Ninja would pull a fast one on her.
"You might as well put that thing away before you take someone's eye out."
Roberta nearly jumped as the Ninja wheeled around, glancing at her. She wondered how on Neopia the Ninja knew. The Ninja continued nonetheless.
"You're much nosier than a Tigermouse. I could hear you loud and clear down the hallway. You don't make much of a good sneak attack, you know?"
"Well, excuse me but you're not an excellent Ninja yourself," Roberta uttered, folding her arms.
"What?" the Ninja snapped.
"You practically left seaweed everywhere. It wouldn't take long for anyone to know where you were going."
That slightly annoyed the Shoyru but he shouldn't care less now. "I don't have time for this."
"Hold it," said Roberta. "I can help you."
The Ninja raised a hairless eyebrow. "And what makes you think I'd listen to you? Your King refused to help. And it is certain no one in the West realm is going to help me."
"Now wait a minute."
She never noticed. It was so fast she failed to see the Ninja sprint past her. She quickly veered round and spotted the Ninja standing at the door.
"Besides, you're much too slow to catch up," said the Ninja.
Roberta could have sworn she saw a grin under his collar before he dashed off again, disappearing with no trace. She scowled.
"Why that...simpleton! So he thinks I can't catch up, hm? We will see about that."
Turning to a pile of books and paper squeezed in between, she slipped. Roberta recalled a spell from a book entitled, "the Big Book of Faerie Spells," written by a Light Faerie named Parvana. Skimming through the pages, she stopped at one, smiled brightly and snatched a piece of blue paper from the desk before dashing out of the room.
Downstairs, the Ninja hid with his back pushed to the marble column. Although one or two Knights stayed in the castle in case of spotting the cunning Shoyru, they failed to spy him masking within the shadows and urns.
A look at the great doors, he examined only the Yellow Techo was sauntering by it. No other guardsmen were around. An easy getaway, all he needed was to be careful and sneak away.
The Ninja felt a presence behind him. He swiftly wheeled, expecting to see a Knight behind but lo, there was nobody there. Believing it was nothing, he turned back.
He jumped, nearly biting his tongue. Staying right in front of him was the Blue Acara, her arms in a cross. He yapped, grounded his teeth and slowly backed away.
"Too slow, am I? Look who's talking," Roberta exclaimed.
Another step back, he took. Before she knew it, he darted towards another column and took a leap, diving to a shadow. Roberta's eyes shot wide as he vanished in an instance, the shadow engulfing him supernaturally.
"Shadow Translocation..." she uttered, recognizing the Eastern magic taking place from a book she read not long ago. "So he knows magic too. Guess I should have expected that."
Losing no time, she hurried on.
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He huffed heavily; disappointed that he did not locate himself out of the castle but in the castle's grand and enormous library. Most of all, he had used up all his Dark Motes. Luckily, the librarian did not see his appearance in the small garden centered in the library and hurriedly, the Ninja scaled up one of the tall bookshelves and lay still with exhaustion.
"How did she know where I'm hiding?" the Ninja scorned softly. "Magic... She must be using magic. But how-?"
"Found you!"
His heart jumped into his throat. Roberta has spotted him again, now on the highest point of a wooden ladder. In a panic, the Ninja scrambled back. However, he had forgotten about the ledge.
"WHOA!!!" he hollered and a loud thud echoed across the silent library.
"Shhhh!" hushed a Yellow Kau concentrating tensely upon a book of Meridell's history.
Roberta peered over the ledge and glanced down, where the Shoyru lied, groaning in pain. Having heard the scream, a few by-standers and the Scorchic librarian gathered round the fallen Ninja, questioning loudly of what he was.
The Green Shoyru ignored all agony in his body and the possibility he might have fractured a rib or two. He jumped to his feet and hurriedly shoved his way out of the crowd and dashing out the library. No time to waste, Roberta thought and leapt off the bookshelf. As soon as she exited the great library, the Ninja was already darting halfway towards the stairways when a Knight – possibly searching round the first floor – unexpectedly stepped in, spotting the sprinter and drew out his sword.
"Halt! In the name of the-!"
SMACK! He could not finish his speech for a foot swiftly aimed to his mouth, knocking him out cold. The Ninja had bounced and landed a powerful kick immediately at the Knight because he was in his way and he did not wish for more to come responding to his clamor. However, that wasn't the least of his worries presently. Roberta soon chased after him, up the stairs and through a hallway.
Outside gazing at the eternal blue sky, a Purple Gelert dressed in robes and wielding his staff, sauntered along the castle's fort. Seradar, the Royal Sorcerer, had left the comfort of his room and decided to take a quiet walk as it was a good day to have one. Not long ago, the skies were disturbed by looming purple clouds that once took most of the West realm in a tainted state, including Seradar himself. But now, they were clear, filled with the birds' songs of harmony, the brightness of the bathing sunlight and a sense of serenity that has been freed from the purple clouds. All was so clear that he could just taste the peace as he breathed the fresh air.
"STOP FOLLOWING ME!!!"
His long moustache frowned at the sudden disturbance but his eyes soon perked with alarm as he watched a stranger in a foreign uniform being pursued by the King's niece.
"I WILL NOT STOP UNTILL YOU LISTEN!"
The Ninja groaned. How persistent this Acara was. He must think quickly if he was to get rid of her.
Which he did, spotting the end of the stoned walkway.
He took a leap onto the stony edge and another beyond it. Roberta gasped in shock.
His wings opened up and the wind carried him up to the sky. The Ninja looked back, seeing the castle slowly shrinking with the Blue Acara a mere line on the castle's walls. He smiled under the scarf but quickly realized something was wrong.
He wasn't rising. He was descending.
Alarmed, he flipped his wings but the first attempt did not work. Only a few inches up and still he continued to descend slowly. A couple of failed efforts he took before discovering what was wrong.
The hole in his wing was the cause. The air was slipping through it instead of being captured by the skin, ceasing his altitude.
Finally, his wings gave way and he dropped like a rock. His scream was the only noise Roberta heard as she watched him disappeared into the treetops.
"Hmmm, it seems he has fallen near the catacombs."
Roberta looked away "Seradar."
"I doubt he knows much of the West realm. He may find himself lost but he being a graduated agent, he will perhaps have no trouble finding his way," Seradar exclaimed, recognizing the rank of the Ninja's costume. "By the way, what is an Eastern foreigner doing in this realm? And why were you chasing after him, Roberta?"
"Oh, uh, it's nothing!" she said and hurried to the stairs.
The catacombs were a dangerous place outside and inside, filled with spirits and living skeletons. She best made haste to the crypt because during the Darkest Faerie's reign, she and Tor had a run for their money while exploring the catacombs once.
The Ninja alone might not have a chance.
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The Ninja grumbled, disbelieved what he had gotten himself into. He was close to an old spooky limestone-roofed entrance that led into the catacombs, where the mist hugged the olive green ground. What was more, he had fallen into a net of vines and somehow got tangled. A tug of a tendril wrapped round his arm seemed to do no effort of getting out but he had to try to reach for one of his Sai.
"Great, this is supreme..." he muttered and again tried to struggle.
Crumble!
A noise alarmed him. Soil was crumpling, breaking away in certain small areas as white bones arose. His eyes widened, watching five finger bones and two arm bones conjoined together before the hand grasped a rusty old sword. Bones were attached themselves together, forming into four complete sets of skeletons. Helmets from a historical past drifted onto their skulls as their hollow eyes targeted the hanging intruder.
The Ninja tried to hurry and reach a little further but the vines made it difficult for his arm to move. He needed his Sai to cut loose.
The Dumb Skeletons approached sluggishly, the undead they were. His eyes darted up, spotting one of them raise its sword.
Casualty was not letting him escape the second time.
Piff! Piff!
The sound of firing arms made him shut his eyes but a second later, he opened them again. There before him at his aid was the Blue Acara with her wand aiming up and glittering with Light Motes.
The Dumb Skeleton had fallen, bones rumpling and returning to dust upon the earth. The others charged and swung their swords, sensing she was a threat more than the ensnared Ninja. A sway of her wand and Roberta let out a spell in a spin. Luminous bullets shot at the skeletons, powerfully breaking them like a frail collections of puzzle pieces.
"Are you alright?" She turned and asked the Ninja.
"Why...why did you save me?"
Roberta didn't answer and took aim. "Hang on. I'll get you down."
Changing from her gathering of Light Motes to the abundance of Fire Motes, she blasted fire. The vines burned away into a crisp and the Ninja plummeted, landing on his feet with ease.
"Hey, you didn't answer my question," he said as he brushed off the burnt plants off his uniform. "Why did you save me?"
"Because it's the right thing to do. What else?" she replied. At once, her answer astounded him. "Come on, we'd better get going before more of those skeletons come get us."
She was right. As they rushed away from the catacombs, the Ninja glanced over his shoulder and observed the ground erupted, sprouting out countless of Dumb Skeletons. However, the Acara and the Shoyru dashed out of the dark forest and into daylight, a foe which the undead feared most. Thus the skeletons ceased the pursuit and returned to their graves. Seeing the chase has ended, they stopped and took a moment to regain their strength.
"Thank you," said the Ninja. "For helping me... But that doesn't mean I can trust you."
Roberta raised an eyebrow in frustration. "Excuse me but I just saved your life."
"Which reminds me, how did you keep being one step of me whenever I hid away from you?" moaned the Ninja.
A blue paper was his answer. In the hand Roberta held to him was a paper Hissi, flicking a papery tongue lively.
"Motion Origami," he uttered in recognition. "How in Neopia did you learn that spell?"
"A book written by a Light Faerie who traveled more places," she explained and transformed the origami Hissi into its original flat form. "Now is that enough proof I'm on your side?"
"...Perhaps you did save me. However I will not take along extra baggage when there is a crisis at state."
She shook her head. The Ninja was a bit too self-centered. "Well, you'll be needing it. You couldn't handle those monsters alone."
He kept silent for a while. Indeed he couldn't fight the skeletons if he hadn't been enmeshed in vines. "That was one mistake. I take that in mind so if you mind, I will be off. Alone."
"I want to help you. I believe what you say is true. Really. We have got off a bad start. Can we try this again?" she said. A short silence hung till the Shoyru awaited her next speech. "I am Roberta."
"Roberta?" the Ninja uttered with surprise. "The King's niece? The one who defeated the Darkest Faerie with the help of a Knight?"
She gave a surprised face. "How do you know who I am?"
"Let's just say words of your heroic deeds spread fast like wildfire," he explained.
"So then, what is your name?"
The Ninja blinked a few times. He had never realized that not a single individual could want to aid him. He had only expected no help. Underneath his scarf, he smiled, noticing the start of a new friendship in the midst of his mission.
"My name is Kioshi."
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In Meridell's outskirts, near the river that flowed across the realm, five children were playing about. They had ignored their parents warning of wondering too far from the farm road but fun was their memo as they played Knights and Faeries.
"Ah-HA!" cried a young Green Gelert, wearing a toy mask of the Darkest Faerie. "Now I shall take over Meridell and THEN...the WORLD!"
The three gasped in terror, wondering who would step forth to help save the day. Their answer soon stood up, waving a wooden toy sword.
"Halt!" yelled a Yellow Lupe. "I, Sir Tormund, will stop you!"
"Yaaaay!" cheered the three children.
The Yellow Lupe charged and swayed the sword. However, it knocked off the mask, the string tore apart. The toy mask dropped off his face and plunged over the significant bridge that led towards Meridell.
"Not so hard, Lucy!" whined the Gelert child as he rubbed his sore chin. "That hurt."
"It's your fault choosing to be the bad guy!" Lucy uttered.
"But you always get to be Tor!"
"That's because he's my brother," she said with a Lupine grin.
"I think Lord Darigan makes a better baddie than the Faerie," said a Scorchio youngster.
"He's not!" the Gelert complained.
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
Lucy rolled her eyes and took off to where the mask had fallen. She gazed over the ledge of the bridge and tried to find the mask. It was on the banks, near a paw.
Lucy gasped. For laying on the bank of the river was an unconscious Xweetok, her clothes and hood soaked and damp.
She was barely alive.
A/N: Sorry took so long to write this. Had a hard time to do some parts and other things got me to stop writing for a while. Well, hope you enjoy this. :D And thanks so much for the reviews!
Next Chapter: Both Tormund and Suzu have survived the wrath of the sewage but still cannot find the Princess. While searching for the Princess's whereabouts, Kioshi and Roberta are doing the same until disaster struck, causing the two groups to meet. Will their teamwork aid them in this fight?
P.S. Also, I've decided to post up this story in NT but might take sometime in whether it's acceptable or not. Also, I need to FINISH the story before I can post up! Xox