Chapter 22: Overwhelming Mixed Feelings

Perry breathed out more heavily as Polance started crossing the opened drawbridge, housing two Knights that were always awake at the entrance. By the way they seen Perry's face, they could already tell that something seriously happened wrong.

"Anything happened Perry?" one of the Knights asked.

"Don't question about it." Perry muttered as he rode past them.

"You sure?" they asked suspiciously.

"You don't want to know." Perry replied back.

As soon as Konah's army passed through the drawbridge, the two Knights looked at each other with questioned looks on their faces.

(AT THE GUEST ROOM)

Troy walked in there slowly and closed the door. He closed it slowly at first, but when it was just a few centimeters away, he increased the force in that.

"I can't believe Perry would really think I'd…" Troy said angrily to himself.

Troy flopped himself down on the bed. He stared at the ceiling of the bed for a long time. He closed his eyes and didn't move a muscle or say anything.

"What the heck happened?" Troy said to himself again. He said it out loud though.

Troy tried to imagine what would have happened if he just let Priscilla get crushed by the log. That would have been pretty scary and terrifying for Troy just to imagine. He began to ponder over his thoughts. Was there another way for him to save Priscilla without it look like he was in love with her?

Troy could have just said, "LOOK OUT!" and maybe that would have made Priscilla dodge it. Then again, the Log was relatively very close to Priscilla.

Troy could have shouted for James to throw a fireball and smash the Log, but then again, he could have accidentally hit Priscilla in the process.

"WHY DID THIS ALL HAVE TO HAPPEN!?" Troy exclaimed to himself.

Troy scurried over to the window and stared at the sky.

"Just why did this happen?" Troy asked towards it. "Why did you let this happen? This didn't have to end this way."

Troy stared at the night moon. It was glimmering with pride. Something Troy done. He should've have let Priscilla go and didn't just look at her or, stare at her and blush.

Pride Love. Wow, that was just one thing that effected the entire night.

Troy could already feel something wet in his eyes. He was fully aware of what that was. Tears. Was that tears of anger, or tears of sadness. Troy wasn't really sure. It was like a mix.

"Did you really make the best choice Troy?" Troy heard his own voice talking to himself.

"If I didn't save Priscilla." He thought again to himself.

Really, if he didn't save Priscilla, something very terrifying would happen. It might even cost Priscilla her own life!

"I just had to make the right choice!" Troy sobbed again while leaning out the window.

Troy felt another red hot feeling go over him. What would happen if Konah found out about what had happened that night? How would Konah feel about it? Troy was almost certain that Konah would be very angry.

"What have I done?" Troy groaned just as he stopped sobbing very abruptly.

"You've done the right thing Troy!" Troy heard another voice in his mind.

"Even though it costed you greatly, you prevented someone from receiving something even worse than what you have received!" Troy heard another voice, but he knew exactly who it was. It was this time his grandfather's.

"Yeah. Maybe I did the right thing." Troy sighed again. He looked up at the sky and clenched his hands together in one last prayer to end off the long night. Finally, when he finished, he sighed once more, and headed to bed. While in bed, he had a lot of things to think over. They were all coming too fast.

(AT JUNGLE ARENA)

"You goblins are very quick." Garvat muttered as Jungle Arena was in full sight of all the balloons. The last time he saw, there were only Dart Goblins. Somehow, some goblins and Spear Goblins were very fast enough to board the GAOG.

"Heh he!" A few goblins nodded.

The GAOG was the last to land, and when he did, Garvat looked back at the direction of Goblin Stadium.

"I swore I just saw the Royales there attack!" he muttered to himself.

When he arrived back inside King Garextex's castle, Garextex was in his throne looking at him.

"So how did it go?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, the trip overall was just a garbage's waste of time." Garvat breathed out heavily.

"What happened?"

"The Goblin King there said that they already could handle it."

"Very well then." Garextex nodded. You may leave now.

"Yes King." Garvat bowed down again and left.

Garvat left the giant castle like tree and looked around. Everything was going normal again as usual. All of a sudden, a balloon in the shape of a battle axe hit him straight in the forehead!

"What the-" Garvat began.

"Sorry!" a voice called from a distance. It was Eli, who tried to always be the funniest Executer in the entire Jungle Arena.

"What got you the idea to make balloon axes?" Garvat exclaimed as he picked up the balloon thrown at him.

"Yeah. That's the problem I'm having. You know, if I made balloon axes, which uh… make people laugh more!" Eli stuttered.

"Yeah. That would really make people laugh!" growled Garvat sarcastically.

"Oh come on!" Eli exclaimed. "I'm sure some people might like it!"

"Oh really huh? Who would ya think would like it?" Garvat snickered.

"Well," Eli shrugged. "Lots of Goblins!"

"Goblins are interested in loot, not jokes imbecile!" Garvat replied back to Eli.

"Not all Goblins." Eli replied back again.

"ALL GOBLINS!" Garvat shouted so loud, that a few goblins nearby turned in their direction just to be sure everything were okay.

"If Goblins can't, maybe nearby Kings who come here to fight other kings in those arena duels?" Eli said hopefully.

"Eli." Garvat sighed. "Do you really think those Kings have time for your lame jokes?"

"Who you calling my jokes lame?!" Eli responded back in a slight fury.

"Fine, let's hear a joke!" Garvat smirked.

"Okay. What do you call home at a Jungle Arena?" Eli started.

"Uh… a tree house?" Garvat asked.

"How did you know that?" Eli demanded Garvat.

"It all is in the common sense!" Garvat laughed.

"Oah! I'm pretty sure Goblins and Kings don't have to listen to my jokes!" Eli sighed.

"Of course they don't have to! Who else would be interested in your jokes?" Garvat laughed.

"Maybe I don't have to make jokes!" Eli thought of something.

"Yeah. Go make your axe balloons or something!" Garvat snickered.

"Just maybe, if I make something for someone else instead, maybe I'll be funnier that way!" Eli suggested.

"Not gonna work Eli." Garvat chortled.

"You just watch!" Eli said persistently.

He quickly took out a balloon from his pocket and made it into a small pipe like shape.

"Ha! That's not going to work!" Garvat laughed.

"That just has too!" Eli said determined.

"No Dart Goblins are going to be impressed by that!" Garvat said.

"Hmm." Eli thought for a moment.

Eli could already picture what might happen if he tried out his new plan. That wouldn't look really good.

"Aug! I guess you're right." Eli sighed.

"Hey." Garvat noticed and tapped the center top of Eli's nose.

"Hey! What was that for?" Eli asked, dumbfounded.

"You know, you'd look really good if you tried changing clothes differently. Then you'd be on to something." Garvat nodded.

"Are you kidding me? I like my black hood and mask!" Eli replied.

"All you need is a little bit of clothing work, then you look like you can cause some laughs!" Garvat added to his suggestion.

"You sure?" Eli asked.

"I'm sure!" Garvat smirked. "Who are you going to impress first?"

"I know who." Eli stared in the air dreamily. "I'll impress those bandits first!"

"Ha, you really think so?" Garvat snickered.

"I'm sure! I have an idea!" Eli said, and ran off to find some new clothing.

"That guy just never stops getting fond of those bandits." Garvat muttered, and walked away.

(THE NEXT MORNING AT KONAH'S CASTLE)

Troy opened his eyes. No particular dream that night. Just black, and then morning comes. Troy sighed again.

"Now where do you suggest I go?" Troy said out loud to himself. His ride dropped him off many days ago, and he had no money.

"Oah, now I wish I just could've let Priscilla get… no! I did the right choice." Troy reasoned out. "But there is no way to get Perry to change his mind."

Troy got out of bed slowly. He looked at the chainmail that he had hung up in the bedroom the night before. Guest Room, to be more appropriate. It was still looking slimy from all that elixir goo, but Troy knew they would always clean it up.

"This didn't have to happen. That was really bad timing!" Troy said as he walked out of the door. After he brushed his teeth, slowly, he walked into the dining room. Perry and Konah were there. When Troy saw Konah he gulped.

"Troy. I know it wasn't your fault. You didn't know that Priscilla has affairs with Peroy. But you have to understand Troy…" Konah's voice trailed off. His voice was stern when that happened.

"I'm sorry." Troy sighed.

"Yes. You should be sorry!" Perry exclaimed.

"Settle down now Perry." Konah quieted him down.

Breakfast was like a mix of everything from all the days Troy ate. P.E.K.K.A Pancakes, sausage omelets, flatbread drizzled in honey, cranberries, and berry juice. Almost everyone at the dining table was very silent, especially Priscilla. She didn't even look at Troy the whole time, and even if she did, she would have tried to pretend.

A few minutes later, Konah and almost everyone in the castle met Troy at the drawbridge. Troy had already packed his stuff like his outfit already. He was facing Konah and everyone else.

"Well Troy. Now's your time to depart." Perry nodded.

"Yes Troy. Thank you for everything else that you had done for us though." Konah added. Konah took another deep breath. "You did a lot of us in the arena."

"Yeah. No problem." Troy sighed again.

Priscilla just stared at Troy sadly.

"Why doesn't Perry believe me?" she said quietly to herself.

Priscilla sighed.

Troy waved sadly to everyone, and taking a good real close looks at the castle. It's fine arches, golden linings, it seem like it could say good-bye as well.

"Good-Bye Troy." Perry nodded, with having blank feelings. It was neutral-like."

"Yeah. Thanks for everything." Troy said sadly, with his voice trembling.

Troy turned around and started walking, but took barely six steps when he heard a voice call, "Wait!"

Troy turned around. Priscilla ran towards him with a book in her hands that looked very familer. Yes, it was the book that she and Troy had been reading together a few days ago. She gave the book to Troy.

"Are you serious Priscilla?" Troy said, with his hands trembling on the book.

"I'm sure." Priscilla took a quivering deep breath. "I haven't finished the book yet, but I think you can."

"Priscilla. You don't have to do this." Troy sighed.

"But I will though." Priscilla tearfully replied back.

Then Priscilla wrapped her arms around Troy in a hug.

"Good-Bye Troy. I will miss you." Priscilla said, with her voice trembling with sadness too. Soon, it was too much for her to bear and then started sobbing again.

"I will miss you too Priscilla." Troy hugged her back, with his voice trembling too.

After a few more moments, Priscilla let go of Troy. Troy sighed. He turned around and slowly walked away. He felt more sadness go over him.

"Why did this have to happen?" Troy muttered to himself sorrowfully as he kept walking away.

Troy constantly kept looking back to see how far the castle was away from him. After what seemed like almost an hour of walking, Troy looked backwards again for the thirtieth time. Soon, the castle disappeared from sight. Troy looked up at the sky.

"I just have one question for you." Troy kept on repeating his question. "Just, why?"

Troy passed through an arena that looked very familiar on his journey to Goblin Stadium. It had a barrel as a water source for the river, and there were barbarians fighting with swords all over the place down at the perfectly mowed lawn below. Troy hesitated.

"Maybe they can help me." Troy said to himself as he entered the Blue King's arena gate.

"YARG!" three barbarians shouted as they were smashed in the air near the right side of the river by a nearby fireball launched by the Red King.

"Uh…" Troy said as he walked up the Blue King's tower.

"Hmm." The Blue King said to himself and turned around. "And who might you be Young Lad?"

"My n-name is M-Troy." Troy stuttered nervously.

"Well then, what brings you here?" the Blue King greeted Troy very politely while placing down a prince in black armor.

"CHEEMM!" The Black Prince shouted as he scraped violently three barbarians away from left to right, and then six more barbarians from right to left.

"Good!" The Blue King yelled back. "Wonderfully done Dark Prince!"

"Yeah. That was some good smacks right there." Troy replied back.

"THREE, TWO, ONE!" The audience counted down, as a balloon from above had a timer which was flipping of papers powered by elixir. The papers had 3, 2, 1, 0.

"SUDDEN DEATH!" the audience shouted.

"Fire!" The Blue King shouted.

A nearby Musketeer finished shooting a Red Prince off his pony in the chest, and then aimed for the Left Crown tower Red Princess.

"Umph!" The musketeer muttered from the recoil of the cannonball shot towards the Red Princess.

"Huh?" The Red Princess stopped shooting at a Mini P.E.K.K.A slashing at a Goblin Hut and then saw the cannonball soaring towards her!

"AH!" she shouted in surprised.

The cannonball slammed onto the Princess which made her fall off the crown tower. The Mini P.E.K.K.A on the other hand sliced off the roof of the Goblin Hut.

"HEY! We are having a disco party in here!" one of the twelve spear goblins inside shouted.

The Mini P.E.K.K.A turned to face the crown tower that the princess was shot off by. He stood there, but his vision started changing. He now saw pancakes of thirty layers stacked on top of each other.

"PAN-CAKES!" The Mini P.E.K.K.A screeched and ran towards it.

"WHAT?!" The Red King shouted in disbelief.

The Mini P.E.K.K.A kept on chopping up the tower thinking it was like pancakes, and soon, it was all demolished too bits. The Blue King clapped.

"Well that's done!" he exclaimed nobly.

"Hmph!" The Red King shouted back in a fury.

"You sure know strategy!" Troy complimented the Blue King.

"Yes, thank you!" The Blue King nodded and smiled.

Troy sighed back.

"Something on your mind?" The Blue King said, as one of his Knights gave a trophy to him.

"Well…" Troy didn't want to explain to him, why he was journeying across multiple arenas. "I have to keep on walking, and my legs are getting cramped.

"You know what? I just happened to have a spare balloon that I just wanted to use. Would you like to have it?" The Blue King offered.

"Yeah! Thanks!" Troy said, with a bit of happiness going over him.

(20 MINUTES LATER)

Troy was now inside of a Light Blue colored Balloon, and he was just a few feet off the ground and a few meters away from the Blue King's castle. It was a bit smaller than Konah's castle, but it had the same colors as it…almost. Just a small portion of the fine bricks and stone slabs on it were painted red.

"Thanks again for this balloon!" Troy shouted as he waved down at the King.

"Ah, my pleasure!" he shouted back.

Troy steered the balloon with just past experaince. He could still remember what happened when he was controlling Konah's balloon. He could feel a gust of wind go over him.

"Hey! That's my key!" Troy realized, and then started his way away from Konah's castle. He didn't know where he was going, but he for sure knew why he was here, inside.

"What to see." Troy muttered as he soared over more trees and forests. More breezes went in the air, and the air started getting just a bit cooler. This was what Troy wanted. After all, the air was a bit hot just a few minutes ago.

He soared over a few more arenas, which were very unique like. One arena had lava as the river, and there were those big P.E.K.K.A troops all hitting each other with swords. After the dark sky from that arena turned to turquoise, Troy could already infer by the spell factory and wizard spectators, it was clearly, spell Valley.

"*Sigh* There has to be someone out there who can help me!" Troy said to himself, kind of a bit frantic.

And to make things even more panicking, the wind stopped. Troy's balloon kept going down and down and down.

"Wow. That was some ride." Troy muttered, as he saw the ground just a few tens of meters away from him. He was still glad though, that he went just a few more extra hundred miles, maybe, to what Troy thought. Unfortunately, the place he was very close to was not what Troy wanted.

Royal Arena. An Arena full of memories, ones Troy didn't want to remember.

Meanwhile, there was someone standing on a large hill a couple hundred meters away. Of course, since it was a large hill, that person could already see Troy land. The armor's shine glistened off in the sunlight, and that person stared at Troy. He muttered something to himself, and moved towards Troy, not directly though.

"Are you kidding me?" Troy sighed as he deflated the balloon and hauled and dragged it with him, and the book that Priscilla gave him. "Balloons are heavier than I thought!" But that was partly because of the sandbags attached to it.

The person, or according to his armor, stood there just a few tens of meters away from Troy, but of course, he was behind him, with all that few tens of meters.

"Another Adventurer I see here huh?" he said to himself quietly again.

That person looked like a warrior, with his quartz armor and quartz sword and shield. He also appeared to have a strong and straight posture; he wasn't slight limping or anything like that. He even looked like there was electronic like particles going around him

"Wonder what he is up too." The person said.

The person then decided walked up north towards another arena, just after Royal Arena. He thought it would be a great idea to continue his side of the journeying.

Troy kept on stumbling as he dragged the balloon along side with him, and it was relatively hard. He gasped for air, and then had an idea. He quickly dragged it inside of the arena, and it seemed like with just at the right timing, the Blue King was just about finished a duel and had three trophies in his hands. When the Blue King saw Troy after he turned around from his King Tower, he was caught off by surprise.

"Well, well! You sure are tired carrying that balloon!" The King nodded.

"Yeah…*Gasp* I am!" Troy gasped.

"I'll tell you what. How about we trade?" The King said, smiling and showed a single healing potion in his hand. You give me the balloon, and I will give you this heal potion!"

"That's a good idea!" Troy gasped as he dropped down the Balloon. Two Blue Elite Barbarians walked towards the balloon, and hoisted it above their bulging muscles like it was as light as a feather.

"Thank you fine journeyer!" The Blue King smiled and gave Troy the healing potion.

"Thanks! This will be very handy!" Troy nodded. When he realized the balloon, it was almost like he was going to fly for a single second.

Troy now carrying the book in his right hand, and the healing potion in his left hand journeyed towards the next arena, but it kind of looked far. In fact, it was settled high on a mountain.

"*Gulp* Just keep walking." Troy said to himself.

Once Troy got down to the base of the mountain, it looked like it was going so high.

"Why did I give the balloon?!" Troy groaned. He then stared at the healing potion. "At least I got something that will help me on this!"

Troy then all of a sudden saw a tiny spring like mechanism looking like it has been activated. It was basically a wooden like pad with springs underneath it.

"Looks like some kind of trap that springs!" Troy exclaimed. All of a sudden, and idea struck him.

"Hey! I have an idea! All I have to do is reset this trap somehow!" Troy said at the spring. Troy quickly grabbed a large boulder which Troy was struggling on.

"OW! OOF! *Gasp* maybe I should have listened to my geology projects at school!" Troy gasped in pain, but he finally managed to slam the boulder on the spring trap. The Spring Trap dug straight onto the ground, and it looked camouflaged.

"Now for the moment that could save me tons of energy!" Troy gulped.

Now, Troy was afraid of heights, but he didn't like being bounced high in the air by a bouncy little pad. But it looked desperate. Troy pushed the boulder away from the spring trap and jumped on the trap. Troy closed his eyes.

BOING!

DMCsupergamer: Thanks for reviewing everyone who did review! Including you Will! I always look forward to you reviewing, so yeah, enjoy more upcoming chapers!