Hey guys. So,Yeah. I'm discontinuing this story. Sorry for those who like this story. I already wrote a bit before deciding, so here you go.
I don't own the Magic Roundabout, but I DO own Lizzie and Helen.
"I told you would be awesome!" Lizzie yelled. Helen handed the microphone back to Lizzie. Then, she looked at her watch. It read 5:30. The sun was setting. It was time to pack up. They put all of the empty cups and plates in the picnic basket and rolled up the mat. Only then Helen and Lizzie noticed that their clothes were wet and dirty. Florence saw this and said, "You need new clothes! Oh, I know a place where we can get some!"
Helen and Lizzie looked at eachother and shouted in unison, "YAY!"
"Hey, maybe we can stay at your house…" Lizzie trailed off as she saw Zebedee right next to her, raising an eyebrow. She looked around nervously and said, "Look, I love your house, but….well…I'm kinda scared of heights." She said the last part quickly. Zebedee chuckled and said, "Oh, that's alright. It's important that you feel comfortable where you rest."
They all smiled. Florence, Lizzie, and Helen waved goodbye to everybody and walked away. After a while, they were by the roundabout, and saw Mr. Rusty. They ran up to him and introduced themselves. "Hi! I'm Lizzie, short for Elizabeth." They shook hands. "Hey, my name's Helen, short for...err…nothing." she smiled sheepishly and they shook hands. "I didn't know your name's Nothing!" Lizzie said, and Helen hit her in the arm. "Well, bye Mr. Rusty!" Florence said and they started running to the shop. When they entered the shop, a young man came up to them.
"Hello, and welcome to my shop. What do you need?" He asked.
"Hi. We need new clothes. Can you show us the girl's section?"
"Of course! Follow me." When they got to the section, the man said, "My name is David. If you need me, just say so."
Alright. Thank you."
"No problem."
So, they started looking for clothes. Helen found many clothes she liked, and tried them on.
Lizzie, on the other hand, was lost. She couldn't find one thing she liked. Then, she found it. It was a sleeveless hot pink shirt. It had a trail of big roses on the top right side. It came with a top, which reached the bottom of her ribcage., It was blue. She also found jeggings, which made the outfit perfect. She also found sparkly black flats.
Helen found a large shirt with a picture of a leopard's face over the shirt. There was also a white top that reached the ribcage and has buttons. It had sleeves that reached Helens elbows. There were skinny jeans and she found light brown boots without a zipper and had heels 1 inch thick. When they finished, they went to the cashier. Right when they were about to pay for the clothes, somebody with a ski mask on rushed out of the shop with a clothes in his bag. How did they not notice him?
"Somebody stop him!" The cashier yelled. Lizzie knew what to do. They started running towards the thief. By the time the thief stopped running they were by Ermintrude's house. When they faced him, he said challenged, "What are you going to do to me? Punch me with those little fists of yours?" He laughed. Because he laughed, he didn't notice the punch he earned to his cheek. You guessed it. They knew Karate.
He fell, but briskly stood up, and clenched his fists. "Oh, we can do much more than punch," Lizzie admitted, and blew on the fist she used.
"So be it."
He brought a punch, which was blocked by Lizzie. He kicked, but she held his leg and twisted it. He yelped and continued to fight. Every time he tried to hit Lizzie or Helen, they blocked and then gave their own blows. Since Lizzie got most of the hits, she soon got tired.
Florence hid behind a tree, watching the scene. Lizzie tried to catch her breath. Right that moment, he hit her nose. She gave out a yelp and fell down. She put her hand on her nose, which was bleeding. "No!" Helen yelled. The thief pushed Helen and got closer to Lizzie. He took out a dagger, which widened Lizzie's eyes. "Goodbye, "he whispered. Before he could move the dagger an inch closer to Lizzie's stomach, there was a loud yell. "NO!" Helen demanded. With a blink of an eye, she kicked the dagger out of his hand. It cut through the grass.
Helen kicked him right in the stomach. Her eyes flashed red.
"NO ONE."
He tried to punch her face, but each blow was blocked.
"HURTS."
He kicked her side, but she jumped on top of him and landed behind him.
"MY FRIENDS!"
She gave the final blow by throwing a fire ball at him, which pushed him to a tree and hit him unconscious. She panted, and ran to Lizzie. Helen kneeled by Lizzie, and gave her a tissue. Lizzie mumbled a thanks, her eyes still wide after seeing what just happened. Helen helped Lizzie stand up. "You know you just threw a fireball at him, right?"
Helen looked at her hands, which still glowed. "Yeah, I know," Helen breathed
"But how…?"
"I don't know how I did it. I didn't know I could do that." Lizzie noticed Helen's left arm slightly bleeding through her jacket.
"Your arm's bleeding."
"I know."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Not as much as your nose does."
That was when Florence got out. She ran up to them with shock and worry plastered on her face. "Are you guys alright?"
"Yeah, but we need more tissues to stop the bleeding—"
"What about your arm?"
"I'll be fine. Just a little cut."
Florence looked at Helen's red flaming eyes and nodded. She ran to find help.
"Just keep holding your head up."
"Okay."
The few minutes passed by slowly until 3 figures came running towards them. It was Dylan, Zebedee, and Florence.
Helen nodded a thank you to Florence. Dylan brought tissues for Lizzie who took them. Zebedee noticed Helen's arm and said,
"Your arm, Helen. It is bleeding."
Only then Helen stopped looking at Lizzie. She looked at Zebedee and said, "It's just a little cut. Nothing compared to Lizzie's nose." He saw her eyes full of flames, but thought he imagined it. He doubted her answer. "A little cut would not bleed that much. Here," he brought her a few pieces of paper, "Clean it. It won't hurt as much."
"Okay, thanks." After cleaning her wound, Helen started explaining what happened.
"So this thief went in the store and rushed out. Lizzie and I followed him. When he stopped, we started fighting. It went well. But when Lizzie tried to catch her breath," Helen's eyes glowed red again, "He punched her nose. " Helen's fists clenched.
Lizzie continued the story
"With a dagger in his hand, he was going to…stab me, but Helen kicked it out of his hand. They fought, then Helen jumped over him and threw a… a fireball at him, which caused to be unconscious."
"You threw a fireball?" Zebedee asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Yeah. But I don't know how I did it."
"I do." Zebedee said with a little smile. Helen looked up and saw that he was serious.
"May I see your necklace?"
"Um," she wasn't sure if she should, but she trusted him, "Sure."
Helen took off the necklace that was around her neck and looked at it. She saw something she didn't expect. The necklace was glowing red. She hesitantly gave it to Zebedee, who examined it closely.
"Yes, it is the necklace."
"What do you mean?"
Zebedee sighed. He has rarely done that, which means that the story about to come is a hard one to tell.
"A long time ago, I met someone. At first sight, I knew she was my love. Her name was Maya. We began meeting again and again. We loved eachother very much. But, one day, an evil force, more evil than anything you know, lurked around town. It was Zeebad. He knew we had a daughter. He wanted her. But we didn't let him get her. Before fighting him, I told Maya to hide our only daughter far away from here. After defeating Zeebad, I searched high and low. I knew Maya was dead….But the daughter, I wasn't sure. But, before I let her go, I put a necklace around my daughter's neck."
Helen widened her eyes. 'He doesn't mean…'
"The necklace resembled her power. It was shaped like a fox wrapped around a fireball. The girl's name…. was Helen."
Helen didn't move. She didn't do anything. She just froze.
"Are you saying that you're… my father?" she whispered.
"Yes," he stated, "yes I am."