"Hey! Hey! HEY!" said Emmet, getting louder and louder each time he shouted, slamming his hands on the door of the cell, trying to get someone's attention; anyone, to get them out of this place.
He had been at this for the last ten minutes, and so far, he hadn't managed to get anyone to the door; Laval was currently kneeling beside one of the walls, with the small window hole in it, as he tapped lightly at a few bricks.
Wyldstyle, however, was sitting on the wooden stock that acted as the bed; a look of deep depression on her face. Emmet had a feeling what was going through his girlfriend's mind. For all the time he had known her, Master Building had been an important part of her personality.
It was what had saved them from Business' Super-Secret Police in the first place; if it hadn't of been for that, none of what had happened afterwards.
Granted, not all of what happened was good; Vitruvius' death, Business would've won the First Battle of Bricksburg…the world could have been a lot different than it was.
"Hey," he whispered softly, slowly approaching his girlfriend and taking a seat next to her; Wyldstyle didn't react to him, which worried Emmet.
"Listen…we're going to get out of here, and we're going to get our Master Builder powers back…You hear me?" he said softly, gently putting an arm around Wyldstyle's shoulders comfortingly.
Wyldstyle side glanced at Emmet when he heard him say that, and a weak smile slowly crossed her face for a second, before it returned to the previous, depressed look.
"I appreciate the reassurance, Emmet…It's just…ever since I could remember, I've been a Master Builder. It's all I've ever had throughout all my life; it's the only thing I can truly remember. Without it…I…I just don't know what to do…"
Emmet sympathised with his girlfriend, rubbing her shoulders gently; he knew that Wyldstyle relied on her Master Builder powers, ever since they had first met; he hadn't seen a moment with her that she hadn't used the Master Builders to the best of her abilities.
"I don't understand the Master Builders power," admitted Laval suddenly, having stayed quiet for a long while as he worked away at the door hinges, trying to get the three of them.
Emmet turned to look at his friend, asking, "What do you mean?"
"I mean…what's the point in making something easy for yourself? That's not the way to get around situations, such as the one we're stuck in now," explained Laval, standing up fully and turning around to face the two once-Master Builders completely.
"What are you talking about? Sometimes, you need a little help in order to get you out of a situation like this, which is why it's so very bad that we no longer have the ability anymore," said Emmet, trying to argue his point across.
"Yes, and I respect your choices…but, I wouldn't, if I was offered the choice of becoming a Master Builder…I would decline it."
Emmet blinked a little in surprise, simply asking, "Why?"
Laval looked up to look Emmet in the eye, and replied, simply;
"My father was not particularly fond of Master Builders."
Emmet opened his mouth to reply to Laval, though felt it was unwise for him to say anything instantly in response.
It was rare for Laval to speak of his deceased father, but whenever he would, Emmet thought it best that he didn't say anything that would speak against Laval's father's words. After all, his final moments weren't…well, pleasant.
A sudden knock at the door of the cell caused the awkward silence between the three of them to suddenly break. Laval turned around and was quiet as a few slides were slid, before a small section slide, about eye level, opened up.
Laval quickly approached the door, looking out through the door. He was met with the sight of another pair of eyes, only with yellow skin.
"Who are you?" snarled Laval defensively, snarling through the door's slot.
"Excuse me, good sir; but we're not the enemy here," replied the figure on the other side, in a rather British accent.
"What do you mean?" asked Laval, wondering if the people in whatever Realm they were in knew about the Oblivion Trinity and Anti-Builder.
"Come now," said the figure on the other side, sounding rather offended by this. "We know of the Oblivion Trinity. Those creatures are starting to form again; they aren't good. That pretty much sums it all up."
Laval blinked slowly, before he thought of another question he could ask this figure. "Well…do you think you can let us out?"
The slide swiftly closed again, before the figure returned and opened the slider again.
"Give me two minutes," replied the figure.
"We don't have two minutes!" exclaimed Emmet at last, finding all of this getting tedious and time wasting. "While we're in here, Anti-Builder's out there, making the final things he need to do to awaken the Oblivion Trinity. We don't have any time to waste!"
"Anti-Builder?" asked the figure on the other side, before he hastily closed the slider and several locks could be heard undoing in rapid succession.
The door suddenly swung open, revealing the figure on the other side of the door to be a Knight; perhaps they were in Middle Zealand, or some other Realm that had Knights as the main bulk of their inheritance.
"Who are you?" asked Emmet, raising an eyebrow slightly at the Knight's sudden change of personality.
"My name, good sir, is John Lion II; the son of the great Knight John Lion. So, yeah…something along the lines of that. I'd say something nobler, but….well, it's all a bit boring, right?" asked John, shrugging his shoulders slightly; he was clad in dark blue armour with grey chain mail underneath. He was wearing a cone-style helmet, and was resting a spear against his shoulder.
Emmet looked up and down John, saying, "So…any particular reason for letting us out? I mean, you were taking your time to get permission before."
"The King ordered that the only way something could overrule him would be the Anti-Builder. We thought he was long gone," answered John, as he led the three out of the cell and down the stone covered corridor.
"But…The Anti-Builder's been around again for a while now," said Wyldstyle slowly.
"Odd…we didn't get any notifications," replied John, troubling the three figures.
"How do we know where we should go?" asked Laval, before he added, "And how are we going to get there?"
"Just because we're not like the other Realms, doesn't mean we don't have any good transport," replied John in a bit of annoyance at Laval's tone, muttering, "You can't talk much."
He then pushed open a set of wooden doors, revealing the outside of the Castle. It also revealed several brown horses hitched up by the side of the Castle's doors.
"We're going to the Agent Realm; it's the Realm where you are most likely to find your friends," said John, adding on, "Before you start asking questions, the Knights know of the strain forming between some of the Realms, and have allied with the Agents."
Emmet, Wyldstyle and Laval, believing that they had all of the answers they needed for now, all slowly mounted a horse; Laval finding it a bit difficult.
"I'm used to Speedoz's; not horses," he muttered.
John quickly climbed onto the last remaining horse, attaching the spear to the side of the saddle, and unhitched all of the horses.
"Come; we haven't much time," said John, quickly turning the horse and urging it onward, leading the others away from the Castle, and down a dirt path.
Though they didn't get very far, mind.
When they had just lost sight of the Castle behind them, a massive shape came down from the sky.
The black shape had dark blue scales and armour covering it.
"Dragon!" exclaimed John, falling off his horse.
Sorry it's taken so long for me to write this guys :( Life's picked up a bit now, but I promise you all; I will finish this before Christmas! :) May be sooner, but Christmas will be my deadline for this fan fic.
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