Wow...when you gotta write, you gotta write, I think I may do a couple more chapter's of this story today. Sorry if
the last chapter was kind of confusing, I personally blame it on too much Double-Chocolate-Fudge-Crackle ice cream!
(mmmm....Double-Chocolate-Fudge-Crackle...:::Drools:::) Okay, enough with my mindless babbling already and
let's get to what you're all really here for.
Disclaimer- Me? Hey Arnold? No connection.
~*~Hidden World~*~
Chapter Three- Breaking the Dream
"Who's here?! Who's 'he'?!?" Shrieked Princess Rhonda, but I payed her no mind, there was no time to.
"Come, we must leave, quickly!" I called out to all of them, and, with My Lady's hand still in mine, begin running down the halls.
There is a smell in the air now, it is the smell the Volzung's take with them where ever they go. It is the smell of death. It burns
in my nosetrils but I resolutly order myself not to throw up. The young Prince's and Princess' followed me out the door and away
from the school until we at last reach the park, the first creation of this world My Lady made up. The air was cold and sighed
in my ears like the song of a tortured spirit. I look back to see if everyone has caught up with me. They have. I look down at
my Princess, she is gasping for air and then choking out what she breaths in. She can smell the stench, too. I stop by the
largest tree and wait for the rest to crowd around My Lady and I. I notice that buildings have begun collapse in to eachother and
that the streets and the sidwalks and slowly fading away from site. Prince Arnold looks at me, hair whipping in the harsh wind,
"What's happing to the building's?! Is Mryth doing this?!" He shout against the howling gusts of wind. I shook my head,
"The sky and wind are Mryth's doing, but My Lady is causing most of the destruction." I said. Helga looked at me with horror,
"WHAT?!?" she hollored,
"You beilieve me, My Lady, and therefore you doubt this dream-world's exsistance. Since you created this world, now that
you no longer see it as real, you're destroying it!"
"Can't I stop it?!?" she asked, pleadingly, I shook my head again,
"You can't pretend to have faith in somthing you know doesn't exsist!" I shouted, "Our only hope is to break the Dream!"
"THEN DO IT!" she yelled,
"You must break it! It's your Dream!"
"Uh....guys? Guys? GUYS!?!?!" Prince Sidian (known as Sid) bellowed at our group, pointing to a wild twister only a few yards
away from us. I shuddered, because even though the thing was about to swallow us up, I couldn't feel the change in the wind.
I knew what it was.
Swiftly, the twister died, and was replaced with the echo of evil laughter. The sound grew louder and louder until he arrived a few
feet away from us in a cloud of black mist, with a pool of blood at his feet.
Myrth.
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He was dressed in a cloak that was as black as the mist that swirled around him, sharp, iron spikes protruded from his boots,
his belt and his collar. His sleeves were fashioned out of what looked like rose thorns, he wore a crown on his dull black hair that
looked like in was made of bones, and his cheekbones were sharp enough to cut meat on. He was as pale as plaster.
"What are you doing, Faerie girl?" he asked Amalthia, voice dripping with hate and mocking,
"Get away, Myrth! You can do nothing to me in Helga's Dream!" Amalthia shouted, hiding Helga behind her back. My eye's
widened. This was Myrth! This was the one I wanted to FIGHT!?!
"Oh, I agree completely, I can do nothing to you in the young Princess's dream." he grinned with sick satisfaction. Then, without
even moving, Helga was there, standing right before Myrth. I felt the fear churn inside of me, did she do that, or did Myrth?
The demon grabbed Helga by the chin and licked his lips hungrily,
"You are powerful, Princess, very powerful. I will take great pleasure in lapping up every last drop of your Magick."
Helga narrowed her eyes at him and pulled away, "You just try it, Bucko! No one messes with Helga, Princess of the Faeries!"
Boy, she sure had gotten used to her status quickly! Then, before I know what's going on, I feel like I'm falling, and the next
second I'm beside Helga, facing Myrth. So it WAS him who was doing that. I looked up at him, my heart sunk to my stomach,
"And you, my competition." he said to me, evil grin still on his face, "You will die, your princess will protect you no longer."
I felt myself shivering in the shadow of this immense man. I was afraid, but I also felt a slight twing of anger,
"Sh-She's not 'MY' princess. She's not mine, I'm not her's." I blurted out, sounding meek and small. Ever since this started,
I've been refered to as Helga's Prince Arnold...and now she was being called My Princess Helga. Why did these people think
we belonged to eachother? Myrth looked down on me and growled with a cold, empty laugh. I felt every ouce of bravery that I
had accumulated in nine years of living drain from my body, leaving me weak and trembling.
"I'LL CALL YOU WHAT I WISH, BOY!" He roared, forcing me and Helga to take a step back. Almost instantly, Helga
grabbed my hand and held it tight, and I did the same. But there was something different, something I had never felt before, and
I could feel it pulsing from her, and into me. It feels like it's pushing my body inside. It's so strong, I can hardly breath.
"NO YOU WON'T!!!" she yelled back at him, throwing both of us completely by surprise. Mryth regained composure long
before I did and smirked manaicly, but Helga only continued,
"ARNOLD WILL NOT DIE, I WON'T LET HIM!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, then, abruptly, stopped. She looked at
his oddly, and, to my complete shock, Myrth looked...almost edgy,
"You're not really here..." she whispered, awestruck, everything seemed to fall silent, Myrth snarled,
"OF COURSE I AM, YOU IDIOT!" I looked at Helga helplessly, to find that she was perfactly calm. Usually, she'd be fuming.
"No, no..." she insisted, "you're not, none of us our. This is my dream, none of this is real, that's why you can't do anything to
Amalthia, that's why you can't hurt any of us...THIS IS MY DREAM!" the power that pulsed through our hands grew faster and
stronger. Bead's of sweat formed on Helga's skin, she panted deeply and seemed to...glow?
"Helga!" I said fearfully, but I knew she couldn't hear me,
"I WANT TO GO BACK WHERE THIS STARTED FROM! WHERE WE TRULY ARE! MAGICK, DO AS YOU WILL!
SEND US BACK HOME!" white-hot flames shot around her, licking her body. She let go of my hand and I breathed deeply,
the air smelt like roses and rain. She lifted her hands up and her body was encased in a warm, pink glow. Her hair unbound
itself from the pigtails and she rose up off the groud, higer then Myrth. She threw her head back, hair twisting wildly around her,
and when she looked back down, her eyes shone with the same pink light. Mryth howled in hatred,
"I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO HURT YOUR BAND!" he cried seethingly, "BUT I CAN HURT YOU!" he twisted his hand
and a small, iron dart appeared in it. I could hear Amalthia screaming "NO!" as Mryth rose up and thrust the dart into Helga's
arm. She yelped out in pain, and the pink light changed to red as her blood trickled down. Then it all went black.
When I came to, the first thing I realized was that I was on a marble floor. It's black with white ribbons through it. I look
up and see the rest of my friend are all here, and awake, scattered throughout the room. It has an unbelievably high ceiling, walls
made out of jade, and a huge crastal ball in the centre on a stand that looks like it were carved out of pearl. As I get up, I hear,
"Dang, what happened?" from Stinky,
"AHHH! WHERE ARE WE!?!" From Harold
"What's going on?" from Gerald and other mumbling from the rest.
"Where's Helga?" I finally veture to say. That's when we all notice Amalthia, crying in the corner, next to an awful-looking Helga.
We all run over and form a circle around them, I notice the dart's still in her arm, and the skin around it, is turning black.
"Get it out, get it out, get it out..." Helga sobs quietly, clentching her hands into weak fists. Almathia looked at us,
"A Faerie dart." she explained, still crying, "If we don't get it out of her soon, she'll die."
~End of Chapter three~
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