Chapter 16


Clayton

Arnold and Helga were preparing to go to the palace, which was only two days away by now. They were wandering the city of elves and enjoying their time together.

"Arnold? What do you think of this dress?" Helga asked.

"It's purple." He said as if that was an answer.

"And?" she asked with an angry face.

"And I like It." He lied. Helga knew this so she took his hat. He ran after her. "Ha! Revenge, for taking my bow." She ran from the store and saw that every signal person was gone. "What the hell?" She asked. Then someone walked from the darkness. It was Tim. "Oh god. Tim it's only you. You scared me." Helga said. " Where is everyone?"

Tim's eyes were red and black at the same time. "You should be afraid of me." He said. "You have come far enough." He added. "Then he pulled out his sword. "Now you must die.

"Tim?" Helga asked. Arnold took no chances. He too drew his sword and pushed Helga behind him. Then Jake dashed out in front of them

"I knew you could not be trusted." Jake said and called upon his magic energy.

"Foolish wizard. Stand aside," Tim never gave him a chance. He rammed his sword into Jakes heart." Jake stood in shook and Tim gave another forceful push. "Good-bye, old friend. Jake slipped from the sword and landed, lifeless onto the ground. Arnold was enraged by this and ran at him. He too was stabbed in the heart. "No, boy. Now you will die." He flung Arnold to the ground, where Helga ran to him. He took two more breaths and was gone. "Now, princess, it's just you and I." Tim came closer.

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"No! Ahh!" Helga woke with a start. "I was only a dream" But what was it trying to tell her? Was it Tim who was bad? Was he going to kill the others? "Arnold?" Helga whispered.

Arnold was in a bed next to hers. They were so tired when they reached Clayton that they had fallen asleep the moment they hit their pillows.

He woke, "What is it Helga?" He asked

"I'm going for a walk." She told him. And he got up. "Where are you going?"

"With you." he said, more like asked.

"Okay."

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The night was filled with stars and two bright full moons. Helga told Arnold about the dream, and more about her life back home. Home. A place they both missed.

"When, I get back home, I'm going to watch TV and eat as much cereal as I want." Arnold said

"When you get back home?" Helga looked down at her hands.

"What is it?" he asked.

"..."

"I just thought that you loved it here. You are after all going to stay, aren't you?" he asked

"No, I wasn't, Arnoldo!" she yelled. "But maybe I will. And maybe I will marry the prince." She covered her mouth. Too late she had already said it.

"What?" Arnold asked, "Married? To a prince?" he stuttered, "I was right."

"Arnold, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you."

"When?" he yelled. "I thought." He never finished.

"What? You thought what?" Helga yelled in his face. They were inches apart.

"I thought." He whispered in her ear, "that." He pulled away and moved in to kiss her.

"There they are!" A familiar voice rang out.

"Phoebe? Gerald?" Arnold and Helga said in unison. "What are you guys doing here?" they asked

"We'll tell you in a moment." Gerald said and he took a seat on a bench. They were telling the story a sound shot through the air. "Oh no." they heard a woman cry.


What is it? No, it's not another dragon, but something far worse. Yay! Gerald and Phoebe found Helga and Arnold.