Chapter 5
"I don't believe it," said Kyle after Eric, Butters, and Stan arrived at his house and told him everything. The Jewish boy had his arms crossed, not convinced, even after seeing his friends' legit weapons.
That was until Eric showed him his wizard magic. He managed to let his hands glow, but left it at that, because he knew he needed more practice to control it, so he wanted to be safe.
Kyle was speechless, and his eyes were full of shock. His arms slowly fell to his sides as he glanced over at Stan's sword and Butters' hammer.
Eric smiled, knowing what his friend was thinking. He knew that he wanted to try his own weapon out. Before, in their game, Kyle used a golf club as a staff. He rushed over to his closet and went through his stuff. In the back corner held a long staff, and on the top were two sticks that split a part. In between those sticks was a glowing blue stone.
"Do you believe me now?" Eric asked. He had a determined look on his face, although the tone in his voice was impatient. He was getting sick of Kyle not siding with him on things.
Kyle swung the staff across the left, causing a burst of wind, which pushed Eric into the wall. He then smiled proudly. "Now I do," he said. He felt good about doing that, for Eric had done and said so many things that angered Kyle.
"We have to tell everyone else," Eric said as he got up and glared at Kyle, "and see the changes."
Kyle sat down his staff and hurried over and peeked out his window. "I don't see any changes in the town, and yet we have magic? Are you sure you wished on it correctly?" He turned to Eric with a glare. "Who was this chick you talked to anyways?"
"That's not important right now, Kyle," Eric said as he went to the door. "The town must be the same, but not the people. We must tell the others."
They had quite a few people left to confront and explain what had happened, as well as the powers and abilities they have gained. Eric was pretty sure that whatever they had in their imaginary world, they had in real life. It was his world now.
Jimmy was a bard of Drow Elves, which Kyle was the king of, and when the boys arrived at his house, they explained to them what was going on and that his musical abilities were now real.
"Don't use them now," Kyle said, "our abilities are too powerful, and we aren't around any enemies right now."
"Who are our enemies?" Butters asked.
"Well fellas," Jimmy said, "we have to ..out and discove..discove..discover that." He already believed his friends that his magic was real and didn't need to try it right now to prove himself.
Craig and Tweek were easy to convince after Butters revealed his glowing hammer, and Craig discovered that his sword was real, just like Stan's. It looked like just any ordinary sword. Tweek's bow and arrow were also real, and so was his knife.
"Amazing!" Tweek said as he held up an arrow and gazed at the sharp blade. In their game, Tweek was a barbarian, and Craig was a thief, and that made them both human warriors.
"Pretty badass," Craig said in a dull voice. "But how is it possible this happened? It just doesn't make any sense."
"Who cares?" Eric said.
"Are we gonna tell Clyde now?" Butters asked, a big grin on his face. He was starting to get very excited, as well as everyone else.
"Clyde," Eric said softly and looked down as he rubbed his temples. "Last time we played this with him, he turned on us. It's gonna take some time for us to ever trust him again."
"We're all in this together," Stan said, "we might as well tell him."
"Alright, I have a plan."
The boys marched over to Clyde's house, and once again, they repeated the story. "Are you saying that my weapons are real too? What about the stick? Is it real?"
"We gave up the stick," Eric said, "and you have a lot of work to do before you can prove you are worthy again to be on our side."
Clyde gave a bored expression, and that got Kyle to step up and help convince them to join whatever legit quest they had yet to achieve. "Listen, you turned into a villain, and we need you on our side again."
"I'm the Wizard King," Eric added, "and I say you have to do as I say for you to become a trust worthy warrior again. Go check your room for your sword. It should be real now."
Token took a lot of convincing, so everyone had to share their own real weapons to get him to believe that Eric's wish had came true. He then found out that his fake blades became real.
Altogether, the boys walked through the neighborhood. So far everything looked normal, until they got to the park. What they saw, they could not believe their eyes. The 6th graders, whom where their natural enemies, were funny looking. They had big ears and pointy noses, with wild hair.
"Trolls," Eric said. "The 6th graders are trolls."
"Figures," Kyle said, glaring over at the older boys, who were picking on another fourth-grade boy.
"I don't' know what happened to us," the tallest boy said as he held the boy by his arms behind his back, "but you're going down." He had a sinister toothy grin, and the rest of the trolls cackled viciously.
"Scott Malkinson," Stan said, and marched over to the trolls, who were tormenting the poor familiar boy.
Scott Malksinson was a kid in their class, whom had a lisp and diabetes, which kids often made fun of. Eric didn't consider him a friend, although a helpful acquaintance.
"Hey," Stan started with a glare, "leave him alone."
"Ooo, another Fourthy" another 6th grade troll said, smirking over at Stan, who had his sword in his right hand. He was prepared to fight, no matter how much blood he would possibly let flow from their bodies.
The rest of the boys watched with their own enjoyment, thinking that Stan didn't need any help, since he had a powerful sword. Eric was sure that if his sword was as powerful as he said it was in their imaginary world, then it was just as powerful for real.
The tallest troll tightened his dark, wrinkly hands around Scott's arms, who began to panic. He could smell the troll's breath, which was ten times worse than a regular 6th grade human.
Two of the other trolls stood up to Stan, and prepared to attack, as if he they were hunting for a meal. The boys could tell that even though they were only being bullies, their troll souls were taking over, which could be dangerous.
"Geez fellas," Butters said, "I don't' know if we should leave Stan alone with them."
That's when one of the trolls jolted toward Stan, who rushed to the side, and appearing behind the 6th grader, swung his blade across, cutting off his left leg. The troll screamed out in agony as blood began to gush out.
"Holy shit, dude!" Kyle exclaimed, astounded of what Stan had done. Stan was just as shocked.
The rest of the trolls, including the tallest, rushed over to their friend, immediately freeing Scott, whom hurried over to the other boys. The injured began to roar and shriek, and that got the boys to take their chance to retreat.
"Why did you do that, dude?" Kyle asked as he ran by his best friend's side. They were all heading to Eric's house, which was their base in their imaginary world.
"I don't know, I wasn't thinking!" Stan said, just as freaked as Kyle was. He then fell to his knees and began to vomit, for the vision of the bleeding troll was just too much for him. Especially since it was he who caused it.
Kyle stopped and watched his friend, letting the others run past them. They didn't even look at Stan, who continued to throw up. "You cut his leg off."
Stan grunted and wiped his mouth before he looked up at his friend, as he raised his eye brow. "You didn't try to stop me, though. None of you did."
Kyle turned his body, his back-facing Stan, and tried to think of the right words to say. He wasn't sure why he didn't try to stop him, although their friends didn't try to stop him either. "I don't' know why I..I just thought you would.." He couldn't finish his sentence.
"Come on," said Stan as he finally stood up and raced away through the neighborhood and toward Eric's house. They both knew that their discussion would continue, but not was not the time.
Everyone stood silently in awe, as they gazed upon Eric's house. It was no longer his house, but a castle the size of his house. On the front was a cemented sign that read Kupa Keep, and on the left side of the building was a sturdy latter.
In the front yard was a stable full of cattle to the left, and on the right was a small station the size of a shed, full of weapons and equipment, which had a cemented sign that read Armor.
"What happened?" Token asked in shock.
Eric's expression remained the same for a whole minute, until he came to his senses and gave a determined glare. "It seems my house is now my base," he said.
"Oh geez, it's huge!" Butters let out, not wanting to wait another minute to enter.
"Not just your backyard," Clyde said, "but, like, your whole house."
Eric couldn't wait anymore, and quickly opened the front door and hurried inside. The living room floor and walls were tiled of a tan color. It looked nothing like his house.
By the time the others followed behind, Eric was already up the stairs checking out his bedroom. It was twice the size it usually was, and it was also tiled. His bed was king sized, and his dresser was taller than he was. All his toys and collectables remained.
Craig, Tweek, and Jimmy checked out the kitchen, which had a large dining room table, and a soda fountain. The backyard was a training field full of targets. Everyone wandered the castle and saw how things had changed from real to fantasy, which was reality.
It was too good to be true.
"I think it's because Stan used his sword," Craig said, as he and the others sat in a circle in the living room. "Because of that, we gained more. Not that it makes sense. But what does?"
"It does make sense," Eric said, "the more we use magic the more we accomplish, and that creates my world!"
"Your world?" Token asked, not fully convinced.
"Yes, my world. I am the Wizard King!"
"It's true, he is the Wizard King!" Butters said, backing his obese friend up. He was always following whatever he did, and hardly doubted anything about it.
"So, this means that everyone has a part," Kyle concluded, "and we all have an advantage of something." Everyone else agreed as they nodded their heads.
"We need to prepare for whatever we should face," Eric says, "I say we all change out clothes the way we did before and prepare and train."
It was going to be a long run, but the boys were cautious, and very excited. Everything they had created in their own imaginary world was their life now.
Eric knew that there was probably more to come, and he couldn't wait to face it, as well as his friends, who all stood up and left the castle, heading back to their own homes to gather everything they needed, and change their clothes.
It was only going to get better.