The Monoceraptor's Return by alvredus |  |
Legend had it that deep under the ground of Northern Tyrannia
rested a beast of incredible power, a beast that came before the start of Time
and will stay after it ends. But so far, the citizens of Tyrannia regarded the
legend as what it was: a legend.
The Northern part of Tyrannia was filled with
active volcanoes, and every once in a while a couple of them erupted, causing
the little plantation around them to burn and die. The inhabitants usually lived
near the coast, as it was easy for them to escape if it became necessary. However,
one group of Neopets chose to live near the volcanoes, for they were worshipers
of Fire, a reason why Fire Faeries favored them and often saved them from the
escaping lava. But even all the Faeries banded together could not save them
from what was coming.
The first day of the month of Awakening was
started off by a series of earthquakes and plenty of aftershocks. The Northern
Inhabitants had experienced a lot of earthquakes, but never before had they
been through any like that one. The scale of destruction was simply unimaginable;
huts and villages collapsed, ancient trees fell down like toothpicks, and even
rivers changed courses. Many of the Inhabitants died, and the few that had survived
were sent to meet their deceased by the falling lava and ash from the volcanoes,
which had became active during the earthquakes.
The earthquakes were unlike any other, for instead
of one quake and some aftershocks, there were many earthquakes spaced by long
intervals. They all happened on the first day of Awakening, and when night-time
arrived, fissures were to be seen everywhere, and remnants of villages could
not even be found. It was as though a devil had swiped the mere existence of
those who lived there. And a devilish creature it was.
A wide fissure had opened beside the highest
volcano, and smoke rose from within. Though the earthquakes had been over, shakings
of the ground near the fissure continued, for this was the hidden place of the
Monoceraptor, and after more than a thousand years in waiting, this horrific
monster had finally reached a level of ultimate power and strength. Out of the
darkness it climbed, shaking the earth with every move. When at last it was
under the starry sky it had not seen for more than ten centuries, the Monoceraptor
gave a roar that struck fear into the very hearts of the volcanoes. Over 40
feet high, it stood a giant to all, and with its mouth full of long, sharp fangs
and its gigantic claws the size of small cats, the Monoceraptor ripped apart
anything and everything that blocked its way down to Southern Tyrannia.
The Southern Inhabitants had no news of the
return of the Monoceraptor yet; indeed, some of them were having a fine dinner
under the sky and enjoying the slight breeze until the Monoceraptor came. One
roar was enough to send the inhabitants fleeing for help near the coast. A never-before-seen
alarm had been given, and all of Neopia was given alert. Heroes of every kind
traveled to meet the monster, while normal citizens fled with others deep into
the strong castle walls of Meridell.
The Monoceraptor raged while the villagers of
Tyrammet held an emergency meeting. After a short while they decided to first
send a whole troop of warriors to try and defeat the monster. Grarrg was in
the lead with Sabre-X and Tekel by his side and some 100 warriors behind them.
Grarrg quickly ordered the troop to circle around the Monoceraptor to prevent
it from escaping, and then he jumped in, weaponless except for his claws and
fangs, unto which he trusted his life.
Grarrg gave a roar that almost rivaled that
of the Monoceraptor’s, and, jaws wide open, he charged at the Monoceraptor and
grabbed hold of his stomach. However, even Grarrg’s razor-sharp fangs were not
sharp enough to penetrate the monster’s tough skin. Instead, the Monoceraptor
flung him over the circle of warriors with its arm. Grarrg was wounded, and
while Tekel went over to help him, Sabre-X and the troop attacked.
The battle was short; the Monoceraptor swiped
around with its claws and occasionally flung his legs, always sending ten to
twenty warriors to their deaths. Most fled, but Sabre-X was still standing and
living, but only just living. The Monoceraptor charged at Sabre-X, shaking the
earth with every step, when a flash of light blinded its eyes temporarily; Tekel
had raised his staff. He swung his staff and a long jet of fire burst out and
engulfed the Monoceraptor. The Monoceraptor gave another roar, but was otherwise
unharmed by the magical fire. It sent its feet up poor Tekel’s chest, and Tekel
was wounded as well. It looked as if the Tyrannian Army had fallen.
The Monoceraptor continued its way and was about
to cross the strait to Meridell when King Skarl’s troops arrived, along with
the Defenders of Neopia. Battle rang out again, but it lasted for no more than
an hour. King Skarl and Judge Hog were badly wounded, and most of the troop
had died. It was at that hopeless moment when Captain Threelegs and the Techo
Master, along with their top students, arrived.
Captain Threelegs drew out his sword while the
Techo Master produced a staff. Captain Threelegs flew up into the night sky
and dived down, the sword’s tip aiming straight at the Monoceraptor. The monster
stopped advancing when the tip struck the top of its head. But the tip could
not penetrate the Monoceraptor. The Techo Master sprung in. It is true that
Captain Threelegs was his rival, but now was not the time. They must work together
to defeat the monster. The Techo Master worked up his inner energy, and with
a tremendous yell, the staff swiped and hit the Monoceraptor’s leg. It staggered,
but turned almost as fast to try and take a chunk of the Techo Master. But he
dodged the attack and jumped into the air. Captain Threelegs told his students
to attack and the Techo Master did the same. The battle was short. Most of Captain
Threelegs’ students were wounded, and so was one of the Techo Master’s pupils.
The battlefield was littered with the wounded. The Monoceraptor roared with
triumph and continued to cross the strait.
When it was half way across the straight and
swimming, seven warriors from under the sea met the monster. They were the Maraquan
warriors, and of them, the Mynci carried a trident and the Draik and Krawk each
carried a spear. They attacked with unearthly tactics, springing in and out
of the range of the Monoceraptor, and while they were in, they attacked. The
tough skin protected the monster, but it was tired, and it swam back unto Tyrannia
to rest.
Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the dark
sky; the Faeries had arrived. Lead by Fyora, they each cast the most powerful
magic they possessed. None of the Elemental Faeries had successfully cast a
spell that wounded the Monoceraptor. Fyora, with her Royal Wand, had conjured
up a huge ball of six colors, and sent it to the Monoceraptor’s head. The beast
fell down, and caused a quake that made the volcanoes erupt again. Fyora was
deeply weakened, for that ball contained almost all of her energy. And to her
horror, the Monoceraptor had stood up, a little wounded in the head but otherwise
okay.
Midnight had come, and most of Neopia were terrified
at the news of the Faerie Queen’s defeat. The Monoceraptor was now attempting
to climb the Terror Mountain when a shadow swooped down from the sky; it was
Count Von Roo. His speed and agility made the Monoceraptor dizzy, and it turned
its head around, trying to make out the figure of the ultimate vampire. Count
Von Roo opened his mouth to reveal two long fangs as it swooped down and bit
the Monoceraptor’s throat. The beast let out a roar of angst and spun around
anxiously to try and shake off Count Von Roo. The two sharp fangs of Count Von
Roo had penetrated the Monoceraptor’s throat, and was sucking the blood when
he released his deadly bite suddenly, and flew off. But it was not far before
he fell from the sky and lied motionless on the battlefield. The blood of the
Monoceraptor appeared to be poisonous.
The huge beast was greatly weakened now, tired
and dizzy, but it alone could still take out all the warriors if they were to
be revived and healed again. It roared, but with less energy, and to his surprise,
a roar from the Terror Mountain answered his. Racing down the steep mountain
path raged the Snowager, angry at being interrupted during his sleep. It roared
again, and the Monoceraptor backed off a few good yards. The Snowager brought
along him the coldness of the lair in which he slept, and let out an icy blast
that froze one of the Monoceraptor’s arms. The Monoceraptor was extremely angry,
and in its rage he charged down the Snowager and wounded it with an almighty
bite. The Snowager roared and started to circle around the Monoceraptor with
its long body, when finally at last the Monoceraptor was held in a deadly grip.
The Snowager squeezed, and the Monoceraptor bit again, but it was no good; the
Snowager squeezed until the Monoceraptor fainted. The victorious beast gave
a roar of triumph and returned slowly to its icy lair.
Fyora had recovered, and was busily healing
the rest. It took a while, and Fyora was worried that the Monoceraptor might
regain its consciousness, and she worked harder than ever. Then, together with
all the heroes and warriors, the Faerie Queen pushed the Monoceraptor back into
the seemingly bottomless fissure by the side of the tallest volcano. The Faeries
sealed the ground with their spells, and finally all was restored, though the
lost lives can never be regained.
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