Hey Everyone! Well, it turn's out that nobody hates this lil' tale o' mine! Yay! So, I guess that mean's it's time for a new chapter!
Hehehe...time for me to see how wierd I can get before you roll your eyes and shout "Oh, come on!" to the computer screen.
MUWAHAHAHAHA...:::coughs::: uh, sorry...bit of a curly moment there.
Okay, let's get this thing going...
Disclaimer- I don't own Hey Arnold....But this story? IT'S MINE!!! GET AWAY CRAIG! GET YOUR OWN IDEA'S!!!
Hmmm.... maybe I shouldn't have eaten so much sugar today...
~*~Hidden World~*~
Chapter Two- Tell us the Story/ Tale of the Volzung's
I choked on my own breath when I heard what she said to Helga. HER Prince Arnold? Since when am I Helga's? Since when
am I a Prince?!? I know she told us not to say a word, but I have to speak,
"Amalthia, what are you talking about?" I ask, begining to question this girls sanity. Amalthia glared at me like I was the lowest
form of human being on earth. I looked down at my desk shamefully,
"I shall explain, Prince Arnold." she replied icily, "Until then, Mortal boy, hold your toungue." I looked back up at her, confused.
Mortal boy? What does she mean by 'Mortal'? What the heck does she think SHE is? Of course, right now, I don't think it would
be safe to assume anything of her. After all, when she came in here, she was a normal girl. Now she's taken care of Helga's
headache with 'Magick' and is about to tell us how HELGA created the world.
"If there will be no more inturuption's." she said, shoting me a warning glance, "I will begin."
Everyone, including me, sat silently, and Amalthia began to speak, looking only at Helga,
"You see, My Lady (Which is what she had began to call Helga), I am not a Human Mortal, and niether are you. We are Faeries,
My Lady. And no, I do not mean those ghastly small winged things that carry wands and sprinkle Pixie dust here and there. We
are the true Faerie's, being's woven out of true Magick. And you, My Lady Helga, are our Princess." Here Helga's eyes almost
poped and she clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, "You have been living in this dream of yours for a full
year now, and the Volzung's have finally found you. My Lady, you cannot protect him forever."
"Volzung's?" Helga breathed, Amalthia nodded aprovingly. I got a little annoyed, why did Helga get to inturupt? Was I 'Him'?
"It is quite a long story." she answered.
"Then tell it." Helga said shortly. Amalthia nodded again and folded her hands,
"It began a little longer then a year ago. The world, which was Known far and Wide as Avalon, was a peaceful place where
all was right and Joyous. The Kings and Queens of the different lands were all friendly with eachother, and there was want for
nothing, for everyone had all they desired. The most powerful of these Royals, however, was your family, My Lady. The Faerie
Royalty, rulers of all Magick and the Realm beyond the Spirit World, known as the Golden Land. You were next in line for the
throne, My Lady, for although your sister was older then you, she had not a quarter of the power that you posessed. We taught
you every Fay art there was to learn. Script, Warrior Art's, and naturally, the strongest Magick known to our kind, which you
picked up with astounding ease. All was in it's place, all was right... When suddenly, a Dark Force swept over our land, and
devoured our hope. They were a people, a breed of the strongest Demons known to the immortals. They called themselves
the Volzung, and they fed off the land and energy of our people, only to replace it with the venom of thier evil souls. Thier leader,
Myrth, was a power-obsessed lunatic. He wanted only one thing, My Lady. He wanted Avalon. He wanted our world. But
none of the Royal's would bow to his Whim, and fled from thier lands, thier homes, to our Land, Land of the Faeries. You met
all the people you see in this room at that time. All of this class is part of a Royal family, be it a Mortal one or otherwise. The one
you call Lila is Princess of the Leprechauns, Gerald is Prince of the Bards and Gypsys, Phoebe is Princess to the Saderconn,
otherwise known as the Sword's People and Arnold is Prince to a land called Irefitirion, which you named Ireland, My Lady.
I could tell you the rest, but time is short, so I will say only this. After weaking your parent's power, Myrth asked for one of
the Royals, with a true heart, to face him in a soul-combat for the right to rule the World. It was the Prince Arnold, My Lady,
who agreed to his challenge. But you were worried, My Lady, you feared that he would not live, and you cared to much to
let him die. So, with all of your powers, you created this world, you created this dream we are in. The buildings, the costumes,
the inventions, none of them are real, they were all created to protect Prince Arnold. For, with the shield of Magick that
you brought over the land, It would be long time before Mryth could seek his revenge. You made all but me, My Lady, forget
who they truly were and what this world was before you twisted it into this nightmare. I retained my knowledge, however, to
help you change your dream back to it's original when the Volzung's finally broke your Magick. The day has come, My Lady,
The Volzungs are here, and Myrth wants his war." When Almathia finshed, tears were streaming down her face and her voice
had groan hoarse from saddness. I couldn't think, I couldn't say a word. None of us could. All we could do was look at Helga.
When I saw her, I notcied she was crying, too. Normaly, this would have made me worried, and even a little scared, but
right now, all that I could understand was the barage of questions swimming through my head:
How did she bulid this world?
I'm a Prince?
What is a Soul-Comabat?
Who is Mryth?
Why did Helga go to such great lengths to protect me?
I stopped there, that question be the one that interested me most. Why would Helga protect me so fiercly? She didn't even like
me! Or did she? I've seen another side of Helga a few time before. A kind, caring, sweet side that made me smile to think about.
I've always hoped that Helga wasn't the bully she made herself out to be. So was I right? Is there another side to my tormenter?
A good side? A side that will erase her own memory to make sure I'm safe? There must be, I'm sure of it.
Suddenly, the lights went out, the sky turned blacker then night and the sun seemed to drip blood. The earth shook and we all got out
of our desks, running to Amalthia, screaming. I watched as Helga gropped for her hand and tugged on it to get her attention,
"Amalthia!" she screamed as the blackboard began to split from the force of the earthquake, "What's Happening?!"
Amalthia looked out the window and into the sky. She began to back away to the doorway, and motioned us all to follow,
"He's found us." she whispered, "He's Here."
~End of Chapter Two~
DUM DUM DUUUUUMMMMM!!!!! Hehehe... I hope this is getting good! This is kind short, isn't it? Don't worry, the
next chapter will be longer, but I just needed a part to tell the whole before story so I wouldn't have to be explaining thing's
every five seconds (which I probably will anyways but Oh well!) Don't Forget to R&R to tell me if it's too confusing,
too stupid, too Whatever! Wishin' u,
Luv
Life
Luck
n' Lafta
~*~C.D~*~