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Chapter 8

Emily finally, after much searching for life in this supposed castle, found people.

There were two couches and four armchairs surrounding a huge oak table. A blonde haired woman was sitting primly on one of the couches, watching a boy and a man engage themselves in a heated battle of 3D chess.

Nobody noticed her, until she came up, flopped on the other couch, and said, "Hey, what's up?"

The reaction was not as she expected. The woman screamed, dropping the cup, and ran to the man, who stood up yelling, "Who the hell are you and WHAT DO YOU WANT?" The three Butlers came flying into the room, guns drawn. Emily jumped to her feet, her hands in the air.

Artemis looked up from his game to Emily, and turned back.

"Welcome Home, Emily," he said, and moved a piece. "Check."

Everyone in the room froze. Angeline collapsed onto the couch. She held her hand to her head in disbelief. "Emily…"

The Butlers holstered their guns and stood against the wall, but the man stood rigid.

"Emily?" His words cut the silence. Emily slowly put her hands down, looking around nervously. "Emily Who?" he asked her.

"Well," she began, reclaiming her position on the couch, "I thought I was Emily Grint, until I was dragged on a midnight bike-ride to meet my twin brother, and find out that I am a Fowl, which in its own way is sorta cool… What?" she asked, suddenly conscious that the adults were staring at her strangely.

"NO!" exclaimed Angeline, as she stood up sharply, "I refuse to believe that that… thing is my daughter!"

"Well, guess what, Ma," Emily spat out the word as if it were a disgusting taste on her tongue. She stood up on the table, and whipped out a small dagger from her trench coat. "This is what happens to people when they are sent to live in abusive one-parent homes. We become things!" She threw the dagger into a portrait of a woman hanging above the mantle, piercing her torso.

"We are no longer considered worthy to be people."

With that, she stormed off down the hall, cased closely by Kat.

Artemis stood up from his game. "Well…" he said, "Nice going." And with that last stinging remark, he left and followed the girls.

YAY! That turned out well! I didn't expect it to, after the last one…

new sugar game! This one should be easy, unless you are a complete idiot…

The prophecies of ohm phlegm pot cleaner to frond elfen king. I am ohm phlegm pot cleaner to the king. But I am much more than that for I see the future written in the phlegm. For centuries we pixies have read the phlegm but I am the best there has ever been. My visions are generally of little importance. I foretell outbreaks of troll pox or gas spasms among elderly dwarfs. But sometimes even a poor pot cleaner can see wondrous thing. A vision came to me two moons ago when I was gazing deep into his magestys own phlegm pot. I was heating the pot over a flame when the sign appeared. This vision was more vivid and detailed than any I had previously seen. Because of its importance I decided to write it down for posterity. And so I can say I told you so. I saw an age when the people have been driven underground by the mud men. This is what the phlegm told me. In this time one shall come among us. Fowl by name and foul by nature. A mud man unlike any other. He shall learn our secrets and use them against us. I see him now as plain as day. His face is pale he has dark eyes and raven hair. Yet it must be a mistake for he seems a mere youth. Surely no mud boy could outwit the people. But now I see heat the boy is not alone. He is aided by a formidable warrior scarred from a thousand battles. This fowl shall hold the people to ransom for their most precious possession. Gold. And in spite of all our magic there is a chance that he will prevail. For he has discovered how to escape the time field. Unfortunately how the story ends I cannot say. But there was more to see. There is another story to come. someone will bring the people and mud men together. To worst of both races. This fairys goal is to grind all the creatures of the earth beneath his boot. And who is this traitor it is not clear. But he shall start a war unlike anything the people have ever seen. Those who were enemies shall be united against him. And for the first time there will be mud men below ground. I have one clue as to his identity. A riddle. Goblins shall rise and haven shall fall a villainous elf is behind it all to find the one who so disappoints look ye to where the finger points. Instead of one face this elf has two. Both speak false and none speak true. While publicly he lends a helping hand his true aim is to seize command. I know its not very plain is it I dont understand either. But perhaps in the future all will become clear. Look for a powerhungry elf who has a finger pointed at him during our tale. And so this is ohms legacy. A warning that may save the world from total destruction. Theres not much to work with I know. The details are a bit sketchy. My advice to you is to consult the phlegm. It may be that you are sensitive. I have buried this prophecy with my phlegm pot. If you are not fortunate enough to work as a pot cleaner then there is usually a supply of phlegm every time you have a cold. Here endeth the first prophecies of ohm.

Well, that was easy…

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