Chapter 2: Midgard:
Jolnir's POV:
I was packing my bags.
"This is a bad idea," says Frode.
"I got this," I said, "sure you don't want to come?"
"I'd rather not," says Frode.
"Suit yourself," I said.
"Just be careful of the Winter Warlock," says Frode.
"That's just a myth," I said.
"And watch out for Awgwas," says Frode.
"I'll stay clear from them," I said.
Mogorb's POV:
I am Mogorb, king of the Awgwas. I hate happiness and love it when the children are miserable. That's what I like about Sombertown. Their mayor is so selfish, he makes everyone miserable. It's so sad, it's grey... somehow. I just need to cause one thing. And I arranged for a toy to be where Burgermeister Meisterburger is going to step. He then trips.
Burgermeister Meisterburger's POV:
"A toy did this? Just as I suspected! I hate toys and toys hate me! Either they are going, or I am going! And I am most certainly not going! I have a job for you to do! Now take this down!
Burgermeister Meisterburger: It's a difficult responsibility
That you accept from the number-one lawmaker, me
Have it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There'll be no more toymakers to the King
All the tin soldiers, melt them down
Wash the face of every clown
Each bouncing ball, deflate it
No, I don't want to debate it
The ballerinas who pirouette
Arrest their musical toes
Outlaw the dolls and sink the boats
They bring me only woes
Every jack-in-the-box be sealed
Till my wounded pride be healed
Stuffed animals, unstuff 'em
When a child objects, rebuff 'em
No more drummers who rat-a-tat-tat
No buglers who root-a-toot-toot
Don't let me see another toy
Or you will feel my boot
Grimsley: It's a difficult responsibility
That he extracts from the number-one law keeper, me
Be it known throughout the land from sea to sea
Burgermeister Meisterburger: Toys are hereby declared, illegal, immoral, unlawful, and anyone found with a toy in his possession will be placed under arrest and thrown in the dungeon!
Grimsley: There'll be no more… toy… makers… to the King!
Jolnir's POV:
I then arrived in Midgard, and I found a penguin. "Are you lost," I asked. Through charades, I learned what he was saying. "The South Pole? You're about as lost as you can get. How'bout you come with me?" The penguin likes that idea. "I'll call you Topper. Come on."
We then entered Sombertown.
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, Jolnir goes through Sombertown.