Hey everyone! This is my first Hey Arnold Fic, so don't scoff TOO much while you're reading
this, kay? This story is one HUGE piece of fantasy that was inspired while I was watching the
cartoon 'The Maxx' R&R PLEASE!!!! I REALLY wanna know how I did, and if I don't get good reviews,
I'll just stop this one and send in some of my better stuff (Which doesn't follow this kind of
story line, cross my heart!) Alrighty then, :::Cracks Knuckles::: Let's get started...
Disclaimer- Me no own-ie Hey Arnold, capice?

~*~Hidden World~*~
Chapter one- Amalthia is Introduced


In every way, the day was perfect. The sun was shining warmly, the birds were chirping happily,
and everything was joyous, the world was at peace.
It was perfect.
It was giving me the enternal yuck.
It's not that I hate days like this, not at all, when I'm in the right mood. But what's the
point of everything around you being so cheerful while you just barely managed to heave
yourself out of bed this morning? I don't know what's causing it, but for some reason,
I feel like I've had a knife stuck in my head since I woke up. My temples are pounding to
the beat of some savage drum and it feels like my brain has been put in a vice. I had gone
to the medicine cabinat to see if there were any headache pills, but, naturally, there weren't.
Mirium drains every bottle of Tylonal we get to help calm her everlasting hangover. I'm on the
bus now, sitting a little bit more to the back then I usually would and covering my eyes with
my hand. I never knew how loud a bus could be until today. Does Nadine always blow her nose
loud enough for the ground to shake? And I never realized the sun could be so blinding. My
only wish for today had been to curl up in my room, close all the blinds and pull the covers
of my bed up over me, crying from the pain in my mind. However, the cruel ogre that calls
himself my father shut me out of the house saying that Olga would have never taken a sick
day for something like a headache. Well, I got news for you, Bob, this isn't a 'headache', this
is the Migraine from Hell. I wish today were over.
"Salutations, Helga. How are you this lovly morning?" I heard a person say as they sat beside
me on the bus. I grin ruefully, Phoebe, it had to be. My genius of a best-freind.
"Hi Pheeb's." I whisper, which is the loudest noise I can deal with at present. Abruptly, the
bus hits a Godzilla-sized pothole and I moan softly in agony.
"Why, Helga, what's the matter?" she asked, concern and fear plainly evident in her voice.
"Head. Throbing. Pain." was all I could manage to say, I hoped it was enough.
"Oh, dear, is it really that horrible?" she asked with simpathy.
"Please, just kill me now." I sigh sadly. And slowly begin to massage my temples with my thumbs,
praying to get the desired result. I feel Phoebe pat my shoulder, trying to say the soothing
things one best friend should when the other's in pain. I really am lucky to have Phoebe.
"Helga?" I hear another voice ask, I haven't looked up once from my hands, so I can't see any
faces. But I don't need to see his face, his voice is permanently etched into my mind,
"What, Arnoldo?" I said, trying to sound dangerous. It came out pityful.
"Are you alright?" he asks. I inwardly smile, he doesn't miss a beat, does he? My caring angel,
my only love, always so concerned, even for the ones that show no concern for him.
"Yes. Go away." is all I could choke out at that time.
"No you're not, why don't you go home?" he tries. Oh, so that's why he's here, is it? A day
without Helga G. Pataki, also known as a day in paradise. I can't help but feel dejected.
"Can't. Bob won't let me." God, I feel like a two-year-old just learning to talk. I feel the bus
lurch to a stop. I shakily lift myself out of the seat, my eyes acciedently locking with Arnolds.
His look is that of worry, and I almost smile at that cute footballheaded face of his.
Almost. But remember, I'm still in pain here.
Phoebe tries to help me off the bus, but I pull away. I'm a big girl, and I don't need anyone,
thank you very much! By luck alone, it just so happened the bus was late that day, and we got
to school just in time to hear the bell ring, (which, by the way, almost made me pass out, but
at least it meant we could go inside and I could hide from the blazing sun and the loud
noises of the schoolyard). I made my way through the halls in record time and was the first
to class, sitting at my desk and putting my head down.
"Helga? Is something not right with you on this 'special' day?" that was Mr. Simmons. Doi.
"Headache." I groan. Jeez, I have such simulating conversations when I'm sick.
"Oh my, would you like to call your parents?" he said in his most caring tone.
"No, it's ok." I mumble
"Are you sure?"
"Uh-Huh." I grunt. He walks away slowly, and I can tell he's not convinced. Oh well, big deal.
Everyone else is piling into class around this time, and that's when I heard Harold shouting,
"Ohhhhh! Look! It's HEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLGGGAAAAA! Wassa matter Helwga? Does'um's head Hurt?"
I wince in sheer agony. His voice is reverberating inside my skull.
"Leave her alone, Harold." I hear Arnold's voice say to him. Ah, my kind, sweet angel.
"Yeah? And why should I ARNUULLLD?" he retorts with his usual intelligent comeback.
"You'll stop." I say coldly, just loud enough for the whole class to hear, "Or else,
the second I get better I'm gonna puond you into the pavement, Pink Boy." I open my eyes and see
Harold slowly backing away. I grin weakly, that threat never failed to work.
"Alright, Alright, class. Please take your seats," said Mr. Simmons, "I have a very 'special'
anouncement for you." Phoebe tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to face her.
"Are you positive you well enough to last the day, Helga?" She whispered,
"Sure Pheeb's, sure." I assured her, turning back to our fruitbasket of a teacher.
"Class," he began, "Today we have a very 'special' guest to teach us history today. She's a
grade ten Student-Teacher from Aleena Sprigmen High School. Would please give a very 'special'
class welcome to Miss. Amalthia Faylynn." as he finished, he went to the door and ushered in the
girl. I looked her over wearily, she was mid-height with a nice tan. She had a mass of dark,
silighly sloppy, lose curly hair that exploded around her face and was held back by a black
velvet band. She wore a white one-strap shirt and form fitting dark denim flare with light brown
laces up the sides. She steped into the classroom with a cat-like grace and turn to Simmons,
"You may leave now if you wish, sir. I'm sure I can handle things well enough alone."
What is that accent? I can place it, but it's like nothing I've ever heard before. Anyways,
Mr. Simmons nods and walks out casually, leaving us alone with the girl. Her bright brown eyes
dart around the room for a time before falling on me. I look away, she chuckels,
"My name, as you know, is Amalthia Faylynn. But, just call me Amalthia. I'm here to teach you
the History of Fables, Folklore and Fairy Tale's." she smiles happily,
"Fairy Tales? I grew out of those when I was Five." was Rhonda's haughty response. Amalthia
shook her head patiently and laughed, "I'm afraid many people think the same way you do," she
said, "They think of the stories as a source of entertainment for young children. But they're
mistaken. Every story you have ever heard, began with the truth. It's just that, after being
turned and twisted by the telling's of so many over the years, the origional tale became
somewhat diluted." She had captured everyone's attention by now. Even I, who was sitting on
the stoop of Death's doorway with my headache, became somewhat interested. Suddenly, Amalthia's
eyes settled on me once more, and she smiled warmly. She walked over to my desk and knelt down
beside it, "A headache, darling?" she asked me. I gave her a wierd look, no one calls me
'darling', what was this girl up to? Oh well, I'm in to much pain to care.
"Yeah, so?" I answer snapishly
"Do you want to get rid of it?" she questioned. Smooth and calm, like a summer wind.
"Doi! But I don't have any pills." I say through grited teeth. she threw back her head and
erupted with diamond-studded laughter,
"You don't need medicine, all you need is my help, if you let me." she giggled. Stinky chose
this moment to chime in, "Gawarsh, How's ya gunna do that, Miss Ah-malthia?"
She smiled, a hidden secretive smile with a slew of unknown meanings,
"You'll see." she said, still keeping her gaze steadily on me,
"Trust me, youngling?" she whispered. I looked at her eyes, and they seemed to swirl with
every colour imaginable. It was all I could do to nod mutely. Yes, I trusted Amalthia, whoever
she was. She nodded knowingly and raised her hands to my temples, until they were hovering a few
inches away. She began to hum a tune, and then sung it out loud,
"From silver tops of moon-touched trees
And rocked about in the summer-lands breeze
I heal My Lady, every side,
In the name of Faerie tricks, pomp and Pride."
Her eyes stopped swirling and she watched me expectantly. A dark mist lifted from my head and
I felt better then I ever imagined I could again. The class crowded around both of us,
"Helga? Are you alright?" asked Phoebe,
"Yeah, you okay?" came Sid,
"What did she do?" grilled Gerald,
"Do you feel better?" said Arnold.
I touched my forehead lightly, "It's like I never had a headache at all." I replied to my
stunned class. Then, snapping back into my bully facade, I glared at Almalthia,
"How, in the name of Crimany did you do that?" I inquired cruely. She meerly smirked,
"Magick." she replied bluntly, and sashayed back to the front of the class, leaving us huddled
around my desk. She poised herself and began,
"You all need to here a tale, sit and be still. Do not speak or comment, simply accept all I
tell you until I have done." Everyone took there seats as Amalthia breathed,
"This story is about a Princess named Helga, her Faerie Handmaiden, Amalthia, and her Royal
Friends and Love. This story, My Lady Helga." she said, stopping to look at me, "Is about how
you have created the world that you see around us now, all out of a desprate attempt to save your
noble Prince Arnold."

~End of Chapter One~
...and... I'm just gonna stop there. Do you like it? R&R if you do. I wrote this on a whim,
and I don't know what to think of it, so if ya wanna flame me, go right ahead! As I said,
If you don't like this, I'll send in the stories I've actually been WORKING on... So, until
next time, wishin' u,
Luv
Life
Luck
n' Lafta

~*~The Cosmic Dreamer~*~