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Zargon

Journal #1

I jumped in the flume as soon as I heard the musical notes. Ever since my first time going down the flume with my Uncle Press, the fume had no doubt changed. The walls were smaller and narrower. The strange looking pictures flying past me as I go through were blurrier and less clear. Something was not right. Something told me it was Saint Dane's doing. He was the only one that knew how the flumes worked way better than me. Time was running short, I had to see what was going on in Zargon.

As soon as the flume closed up and as I prepared for what was ahead, I was hit with something cold. It was dark but luminous enough to see that it was snow. Cold snow that was mixed with the loamy soil; I was in Zargon. I could hear a loud whistling noise from outside. It sounded like heavy wind.

I examined my surroundings more closely. It looked to be a cave, some sort of fortification. I slowly stood up and walked around to take this all in slowly. Despite going to numbers of territories, I still haven't gotten used to the nostalgic feeling of being in a different place.

Then, I double checked the cave again. Somewhere, there must be clothes the acolyte of Zargon left. I walked around, getting used to the dim cave. The clothes were no where to be seen. I've checked the place twice and there was nothing.

Next thing to do was to get out of here. There was a glowing light from a corner of the cave. It must be an opening, hopefully one that would get me out of here. I walked slowly towards the direction warily, excited and fearful for what lay outside. I was a few feet from the turn when I felt wind. If I turned at the next corner, I'd be able to see where the wind came from.

I took the turn when I was bombarded with specks of snow. I looked forward and saw the Real World of Zargon. I stood astonished as I looked at the white layer of snow in front of me. Zargon was another Antarctica. Miles of miles of snow as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.

I wrapped my arms around my Second Earth clothing. I'm going to need more suitable clothing.

In Elong, the inhabitants were klees, intellegent cats that could talk. What if the inhabitants were penguins. That would make a lot of sense, but it would be kind of weird.

Immediately, I was buffeted by a pile of snow from above. My frozen eyes scoped the perimeter to see what had hit me. There was nothing there. Strange. My body felt numb again and reminded me that I had to get going.

I still couldn't believe there were no clothes left out for me and in such a crucial time in such a territory. I saw my breathe slowly flow out in front of me, just to see if I could freeze my breath. I knew the blizzard wasn't going to stop and my Second Earth jacket and jean was not going to protect me too long. My face was barely movable, I was going to freeze to death if at this rate.

I walked for about maybe, five feet when I stumbled on a rock. I tried to get up but found out my arms were frozen. It wouldn't be soon before my legs were frozen also. Then, I saw blurred figure about 30 feet away. The figure was marred by the stormy blizzard and I couldn't make out who it was. Slowly, the figure became discernible as he or she approached. I saw that the person wore a helmet. It looked like one of those medieval knight helmets, except it was turquoise. Nice color. Also, maybe a little more high-tech.

The man--I guessed--sat down next to me and pulled out a star-shaped thing. He moved the device along my frozen body. It beeped along the way. I couldn't do anything because I was frozen stiff. All I could do is hope that this person was a good guy, and hopefully a traveler.

As soon as the star-shaped device stopped beeping, my I felt my body tingle and then, I felt heat. It was the greatest feeling ever; the feeling of warmth. Thank you Mr. Nice Eskimo Guy because you just saved my life and maybe prevented this territory from total destruction.

I felt my body slowly regain control of my mouth, eyes, and entire body. I could move. Yes. I slowly got up and I was going to say thank Mr. Nice Eskimo Guy before the jerk clobbered me with a stick.

When I woke, I was alone. I was lieing on a soft matress inside a building of some sort. Oddly, I had new clothes. Zargon clothes. Surprisingly, They were different from the clothes the Mr. Jerk wore, no more Mr. Nice Eskimo Guy. I dismissed the thought of how I had new clothes. I quickly diverted my mind towards my new Zargon gear.

It was quite different from Second Earth snow coats and snow pants. The top didn't look very snowproof nor did the pants. It was just a long sleeved silver shirt made of a soft material which somehow fit comfortably. The pants were similar.

When I tried to get up, my head was hit by something. It hurt like a hundred bee stings. I groaned. I looked up but didn't see anything there. I moved my hand higher and felt another hundred bee stings. I looked at my hand but couldn't see a bruise. Apparently, it was some sort of invisible force field, a high-tech force field. I really have to work on my scientific words.

Then, I heard a voice.

"Greetings." The sound came from below.

It was sort of magnetic like a computer's voice.

"Had a nice nap?" Freaky.

I looked around for a speaker but saw none.

"I'm over here." The freaky computer voice said.

Suddenly, a freakish metal arm came from underneath my bed. It pulled out another arm, and then a head. A robot head. It was a pretty cool looking robot. Words fail to discribe it but it had red orbs for eyes and the mouth, I guessed, came from a long snout-looking mouth. Yea, Zargon was pretty advanced.

"Hello." The robot said again. Creepy but cool looking robot.

"Hey..." I muttered back, still wowing at the sight of the robot. It was like transformers come back to life. The metal plating and the red orbs for eyes kept constantly shifting. Creepy and awesome at the same time.

"My name is 3SDBCSDGJEITFD" The robot buzzed and it's eyes moved close to mine. "What is yours?"

OK, weird robot name.

"I'm Bobby." I answered. It bobbed up and down like an act of understanding.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You are in Gnaskdok village." The robot beeped. "You are currently the guest of Master Yarggi."

Master Yarggi A.K.A. Mr. Jerk.

"Yea, Mr. Yarggi dude and I met." I told the robot. "He's the guy that wacked me out. huh?"

The robot nodded and beeped. It's head extended and retracted back in place. Creepy robot.

"Your master is some host." I said. "Does he always wack out every guest and keep them prisoned in an invisible force-field?"

"Master Yarggi is a noble man. I'm sure he has his reasons." The robot answered.

"Well, where is he?" I asked. "I think he's got some explaining to do."

The robot's eyes moved up and down, scrutinizing me closely. Maybe I got it mad.

"He's out at the moment. He went to buy some groceries." The robot beeped. "He'll be back in a while."

It rolled on its wheels toward a table where a cup with a brown liquid was kept and pointed at it.

"Do you want some Yibi?" It asked.

I looked at the brown solution for about a second. That can't be healthy.

"No thanks." I said quickly. "Do you have anything to eat? To fill my stomache?"

The robot beeped in reply--I think it said yes in robot language--and head towards a couch and hit some buttons on it. There was a slight hum and then, something I've never seen before happened.

The couch began to transform.

It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen so far in Zargon. It transformed like one of those action figures. It's legs moved inward and tucked underneath it's top. It's top then started to rotate. It was all so fast and took under a minute to do. When it was done, the couch had transformed into a chair, or some sort of refrigerator-shaped chair. Kind of like a Second Earth cooler.

The robot reached into the seat and pulled it open like a latch. He pulled out some plastic bags, like the potato chip ones, and handed me one.

I layed down proned on the bed and took it. I opened it up and took a small sniff. It had an odd flagrance but I didn't care.

Whatever this stuff was, it was going down my stomache. I pulled a chip out and started munching on it. It was really good. Almost addicting.

Then, I started shoving the little green chips into my mouth. It didn't taste like any ordinary potato chip I've ever had, but it was still good.

I didn't know how to thank robots but thanked it anyway and gulped down the last remaining chips.