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Puffoon:

Flax, Kitt, Hex, and Arsenic.

"Rise and shine, Flax!" Kitt shouted unnecessarily into his ear. He grumbled something indistinct before rolling over and covering his ears with a pillow. Kitt sighed and turned to Arsenic and Hex, who nodded. They went to the other side of the bed, took hold of the mattress, and tipped it off it's frame, sending Flax tumbling onto the ground.

"Fine! I'm up!" Flax shouted, sounding very irritated as he rubbed his neck.

"Sorry Flax," Arsenic said, scratching her head. Hex was standing next to her, trying to look as innocent as possible. It was working very well.

"It's fine," Flax said. He looked over at the clock, which said 5:47. "Nevermind! It's not fine! Why are you guys waking me up so early? Does 'jet lag' or 'rocket lag' or 'new timezone' mean anything to you guys?"

"We need to get to the palace before anyone else!" Hex declared quietly.

"He's right. We want to get the information as soon as possible, and then get moving," Kitt said.

"Don't you want to finish with this as soon as possible, and then get home?" Arsenic asked. "I know that I want to get home and see Hyde as soon as I can. Don't you want to see Maize?" At the mention of his brother, Flax jumped to his feet.

"Alright! What are we waiting for then? Let's get a move on!" He hurried out of the inn, Kitt smiling at the inn keeper, whom she had already paid. The inn keeper didn't smile back, however. In fact, once the mages were gone, the elderly rabbit walked to the back door of the inn, which he opened quickly. On the other side was a Space Police member.

"Go tell the King what it is that he needs to do and say," the inn keeper said. The officer nodded and took to the air, looking like some sort of saucer. Several citizens saw the flying disk zoom by overhead and watched it with a mixture of fear and anger. They didn't like the Space Police at all.

It was a good thing that they didn't know what the Space Police was actually up to, or else they would have run away in fear, or started weeping for the crime against the living people of the galaxy.

...

Flax shifted nervously from foot to foot as he and his group stood outside the enormous doors that led into the throne room. They had been waiting there for several minutes for the King to be ready. Finally, a Space Police officer appeared, opening the doors and indicated that they should enter. Kitt led the group in, stopping before the King's platform and bowing.

"Hello, Highness," Kitt said, still in a bow. The King was looking down on them, smiling.

"Please, arise my subjects," he ordered. The group of mages obeyed. "What brings travelers such as yourselves to our planet?"

"Well, sire, we were wondering if you could help guide our journey," Flax said.

"And how would I be guiding you?" the King asked. Hex took a shaky breath before stepping forward to explain.

"We just need to know where the Guardian of the Wind is. We were sent here to-." He was cut off when the door behind them slammed. Hex spun around, the start making his fur puff up in surprise. At the doors was the Space Police officer. He walked quickly over to the King, looking at the mages as if they were trash.

"Hey! It's our turn to talk to the King!" Arsenic said angrily. The officer looked at her with distaste before whispering in the King's ear. After a minute of talking, the officer bowed to the King before exiting the room quickly. The King's jolly mood was gone, replaced by a more somber one.

"What was that about?" Flax asked curiously.

"I cannot tell you anything about the Protector of the Winds," the King said. "It is my sworn duty to protect any and all information about our Protector. I'm afraid that you'll have to ask someone else." Arsenic and Hex shared a confused look.

"But-"

"No buts!" the King shouted, cutting off Hex and terrifying him to no end. "Leave my chambers at once!" He looked at Arsenic, and his angry expression turned even scarier.

"Sire, please..." Kitt trailed off when she saw the King's enraged expression.

"Let's go," Flax said, pulling on Kitt's arm and dragging her from the room with urgency. Arsenic and Hex followed them out, looking quite confused.

"Didn't Ms. Madeline say that the King would help us?" Hex asked once they had exited the city. They crossed an empty, windy plain and took a seat at the edge of the world.

"She said that he might," Flax said. "She said that he would try to help, at least."

"He seemed like he was going to help us," Kitt said. "Until that Space Police guy came into there and whispered to him."

"Do you think he's being influenced?" Flax asked.

"He can't be!" Arsenic said. "He's a king! He's the King! Isn't he supposed to be influence free?"

"He is, but clearly he is not influence free," Kitt said. She sighed softly, and the quartet sat, their hair being blown around by the wind.

"Excuse me?" A voice said behind them. At once, all four of them jumped. Arsenic was so surprised that she nearly fell off the planet.

"What is it?" Flax asked, turning to the man that had spoken to them. He was a spry young gentleman who looked rather nobel. Almost...king-like.

"I am the Prince," the man said. "I'd like to apologize for my father's behavior."

"It's not a problem," Kitt said. "If he can't help us then he can't help us."

"Actually, that isn't true," the Prince said. "My father could have helped you, but he chose not to." Kitt exchanged a look with Flax. They were both a little irritated.

"Can you help us?" Arsenic asked. "That is why you're here, isn't it?"

"Yes," the Prince said, offering Arsenic a smile. "One royal to another, of course."

"What do you mean?" Hex asked. "None of us are royal."

"Of course you aren't," the Prince said, winking at a very confused Arsenic before reaching into his coat and pulling out a map of Puffoon.

"We already have a map," Flax said.

"Which you left on your rocket," the Prince pointed out. "The same rocket that is currently being strip-searched."

"What?" Kitt shouted. She turned towards the city, looking ready to race back there and save the ship.

"Kitt! The ship will be fine!" Flax yelled, grabbing her shoulder. "Let's focus on the priority!"

"But without a ship we will never get off this planet!" Kitt argued.

"This is the planet with the largest number of coming and going ships," the Prince pointed out. "I'm sure that you all will be able to come up with something." Kitt let out a huff, but calmed down, hearing the truth in the Prince's words.

"So, how are you going to help us on this fine day?" Hex asked, trying to return to the main point of the conversation.

"Here is a map," the Prince said, unrolling the sheet of paper that he was carrying. He pointed at a small peninsula that looked fairly hard to get to.

"What's that?" Arsenic asked.

"It's a town called Honey Mint White Caramel Fudgeflake with Melty Butter and Syrup and Whipped Cream on Top," the Prince said.

"That is quite a mouthful," Flax said quietly.

"It sounds delicious," Hex said dreamily.

"Quite," the Prince said curtly. "The town is home to a fortune teller name Twigadamus who may be able to help you find the Protector."

"Can't you just tell us?" Arsenic asked. "That'd make it so much easier."

"I'm afraid that I haven't been graced with that information," the Prince said. "Only the King knows, and I am not yet King."

"I'm sure you'll make a great ruler," Arsenic said. The Prince smiled.

"And I say the same for you," the Prince said, quiet enough for only Arsenic to hear.

"Is there any other way you can help us?" Flax asked, itching to be on his way.

"Yes. I can get you to the town," the Prince said. "In less than twenty seconds."

"Really? That's amazing!" Kitt said. "How are you going to do that?" The Prince smiled at her and drew his saber, holding it out in front of him. He began to move it in a circle, as if drawing repetitive circles in the air.

"Try not to scream on your way down," he shouted as the wind began to pick up. The sword was going faster now, creating a wind vortex which ensnared the four travelers. The Prince swung the sword down and the wind changed before stopping entirely. Clearly, magic was involved, which is why the wind that had been manipulated by the sword formed a large sphere around the travelers, suspending them in the air. The sphere was still for a second, allowing a view of the Prince waving at them, before it began to roll of the edge of the planet, causing the travelers to scream.

"I told you not to scream!" The Prince shouted over the edge where the sphere had dropped. "Oh well."


Chapter done!

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Please tell me if I spelled Twigadamus wrong.

Thanks,

~CatKkit.