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“Knight Bel,” said Jeran, nobly turning to Bel, on the
roof of the Meridell Castle, “you look terribly troubled.”
“It’s nothing,” he mumbled, not turning his
face from the wind, and staring out at the beautiful land of Meridell. “It’s
just all over.”
“What?” Jeran looked puzzled. Bel always had
seemed more like and optimistic person. “What’s over?!”
“Me,” Bel replied, “and my time in your beautiful
land.”
“It’s yours, as well,” said Jeran, trying to
make Bel feel better. “You’ve always been welcome. Immigrants like you are never
pushed away.”
“No,” he said, “no. I’m stuck with the curse.
The curse you can’t be freed from.”
“But you have…”
“No more am I free. Or was I ever? I thought
I was, I really did.”
“I’m not going to let anything happen to a great
Draik like you.”
“Too late.” Jeran started to look worried, then
went to discuss battle-plans with the fellow Knights, trying to snap out of
confusion.
But that’s when Bel saw it.
Laying on the table was the most cherished sword
of all. The one that also, meant the most to him. He grabbed it, but instantly,
a Knight was on his back.
“I knew we couldn’t trust you Draconian scum!”
The yellow Elephant drew his worthless wooden sword, and put is to Bel’s side.
Bel did not even bother looking troubled; their was no way he could be defeated
by an Elephante with a wooden sword.
“What’s going on over here?” asked the reproaching
Jeran.
“This rat was trying to take possession of your
Sunblade!” Jeran stared over at Bel.
“Is this actually true?”
“I will do anything for that sword. I even have
the will to fight you.”
“Bel, I thought I could trust someone as honourable
as you? Now why do you want to steal it? You know I could easily overtake you!”
“I would give my life for it.” He paused as
he looked down to the brick roof. “Which is probably what will happen.”
“BEL,” shouted Jeran, instantly being angered,
“WHAT IN NEOPIA IS GOING ON?”
“I need this sword,” said Bel, as he actually
started breaking down, crying horribly, “For Mya’s life.”
“What?” Jeran stumbled on these words. “What
is wrong with Mya?”
“A Draconian Captain has her,” he cried, “He’s
offering a trade for the Sunblade, and my life. I am still in the dead-center
of the curse! There is no healing, no escaping…”
“Why didn’t you say so?” said Jeran, smiling,
well Bel looked up, confused, “My sword is way less important then your little
friend.” He set the sword down on the stone roof that was below Bel.
“You’re actually…”
“Of course.”
“Well, this is it, then” said Bel, standing
up, and staring out at the sky above him which held the Citadel, “The end of
the line. Death must be escaping from the curse, again.”
“Escaping from the curse is right,” laughed
Jeran, who seemed not to worry about it. “And I sure want my Sunblade after
it!”
“But Jeran,” said Bel, questioning, “do you
not realize that Kalam will have his hands on his sword forever, once he touches
it?”
“Are you doubting my faith in you,” asked Jeran,
still with quite the smile, “Bel? I don’t think it’s necessary to give up here.
Nor anywhere, or ever!”
“But the cur—“
“Bel,” said Jeran, as he untied Bel’s cape from
the front, “Did I not here you say that this ‘curse’ had clipped your wings
with the power of lightening?”
“Why, yes…” Jeran let his cap fall to the ground.
There his wings were, bundled up, but fully healthy, whole and flight-worthy.
“M-M-My wings are back…” he mumbled.
“Pah, some curse,” Jeran said with wisdom, “I
don’t think it’s the curse that needs to let you go. I think it was just you
that need to let the curse go.” Bel’s could not possibly express his feelings
that moment with body gestures, facial expressions, nor words. He just grabbed
his sword, nodded at his new friend, and then flew into the great, endless sky.
“Sir Jeran,” called a young squire, rushing
from the castle, onto the roof, “everyone is free! The hideous witch has been
captured, as well.” Closely followed was Stacy, rushing up the stairs.
“You!” she shouted at Jeran, who was staring
at Bel who was rapidly ascending into the sky. “You’ve met Mya, haven’t you?
Do you know where she is? Please tell me!” Jeran smiled as he looked her in
the face for a few moments.
“In good hands,” he said. “In very good hands.”
~
On the ways to the Citadel, Bel had quite a few troubles. He hadn’t flown
since who-knows-when, and it felt as if gravity wasn’t exactly his friend today.
Despite this, he tried his hardest to get there as quick as possible. There
wasn’t a chance he would get there after sunset, it was just beyond midday,
but he still would not take any chances. Time was a very valuable thing.
“Hold on, Mya!!” he called out in reassurance.
He couldn’t find a decent entryway that was
out of sight, so he went into the exit that was found in the bottom of the Citadel,
which would have been considered in the ground, before the Citadel became trapped
in the sky.
He landed slowly, and with caution.
“Why… No one is here!” He stared down at Neopia,
and imagined a cloud of Draconians charging towards Meridell. “Jeran said they
were recruiting strong Neopets from everywhere in Neopia. I trust him. And for
now, that’s not my objective…” He turned, clenched his fist, then went to search
around the Citadel to find Kalam and, hopefully, Mya as well.
“First stop—the Castle. I need to make a pit-stop.”
~
“The first wave is here!” shouted Jeran, “All men ready!” Everyone in the
castle was aiming there arrows, ray guns, and other magic items directly at
a hideous shaking black shadow that came near them. Even the ladies, such as
Stacy.
“What are they?” she shrieked.
“Giant Spyders,” he claimed. “Something like
that must be your worst nightmare.”
“No way,” she said, “Let me take the first shot.”
“FIRE!” shouted the Yellow Elephante Knight
with the loudest of all voices. Stacy threw he Mud Snowball the instant he said
that, followed by everyone else. The Spyders seemed invincible; or something
was restoring them. Covering them was a green goop, which might had something
to do with it. But they continued throwing snowballs and such, since every hit
pushed them a bit farther away from getting to the castle.
“Wh-What are all those Neopets doing?” Few became
to notice the swarm of Neopets dressed with more technical and foreign armour
approached behind the castle.
“Ah,” said Jeran, with a relieved smile, “looks
like recruitments from the rest of Neopia are here!”
~
“Grr…” the heroic Draconian Draik growled, “There’s not a sign of them here!”
Just then, through one, thick, but rotting,
wooden door, he could here fire crackling loudly.
“There’s something happening in there!” The
lock being useless, Bel kicked the door open.
“KALAM!” he shouted across the huge room. There
he saw something small; most likely Mya; hanging over a giant pit of raging
flames. Beside that, he saw a husky figure; he was sure it was Kalam; by a rock
where the rope holding Mya’s life was tied.
“I have your sword.” Kalam stood in silence,
smiling. He kept his distance from Bel, as for he knew he had one last trick
up his sleeve.
Bel walked up half the distance between him
and Kalam, and lay the Sunblade down. He stepped back, and Kalam approached
the sword.
“Finally,” he said, with his eyes widened and
dilated to their fullest; “My key to Neopia is here!” His voice echoed throughout
the room. “Now…” he said, cackling in his evilness, “Time to dispose of the
unwanted trash!” He jumped at Bel once again, and held the sword to Bel’s neck
on the ground.
“First,” said Bel, “release Mya.”
“Hmmm…” groaned Kalam, “let me think about that…
No time. I have a world to conquer. Too bad! She’ll fall eventually.” Mya mumbled
something harsh under the cloth rapped around her mouth, while Bel looked calm
and contained.
“So that means the deals off?”
“Of course!”
“Good!” Kalam’s smile faded after Bel said such.
“Wait…” He paused. “You’re smiling! Why are
you smiling?”
“I always laugh at such gullible people.” You
could tell then Mya was giggling underneath the cloth.
“Wha….?” Bel put his arm behind his back. And
very soon, appeared ANOTHER Sunblade.
“What’s this? TWO Sunblades?”
“No,” said Bel, calmly, at the suddenly not-so-tough
Krawk, “Just one. And I have it.” Kalam’s face turned blue.
“No…”
“Oh, yes, replica boy.”
Bel took the Sunblade up above him, and shoved
him off. It soon started glowing, even in the darkest area.
The fire now seemed as if there was a powerful
wind blowing it straight towards the sword. It was soon pushed together into
the shape of the Sunblade, which it was pulled towards. It soon fit right on
top of it, and the sword shined with fire.
“So, Kalam, who has the last laugh now?” Bel
pointed his sword directly at Kalam. “Release Mya, NOW…” Kalam started laughing
as if he wasn’t losing his cool.
“Oh, heehee,” he snickered, “I will! Into the
pit! Don’t come any closer, Bel! For your little friends good!” Kalam held his
replica sword close to the rope, in a threatening position. Mya struggled and
cried in her tight cloth, which was barely tied to the rope. But Bel wasn’t
afraid.
He stepped closer and, closer, step by step,
and the closer he advanced, the more Kalam shook.
“N-N-No… Please!!!” Because of his shakiness,
the Replica Sunblade slipped out of Captain Kalam’s hand and sliced the rope.
That panicked even Kalam.
In a millisecond, Bel jumped into the pit. Beyond
the huge clouds of smoke, it was only visible to Kalam that Bel was gone.
“Ha.. Haha…” he laughed maniacally, “He’s gone!
HAHA! He’s really gone!” Then Kalam danced with himself.
“Do you always dance like that when you’ve lost,
Stinky-Head?” There, out of the pit, and as fine as fine can be, were Bel and
Mya, laughing. Bel spread his wings and showed them off to Kalam. He paused
in his exact position.
“But…” he mumbled, in pure terror, “The curse…
I thought it consumed your wings!”
“The curse died in your arms in your arms a
LONG time ago, Kalam.” Bel smiled because of his freedom. “Now, will you learn
to drop it?”
But as they were laughing, Kalam charged like
and angry Kau. The power of the Sunblade tossed him back, but, as well, Bel.
Bel and Mya gasped. It skid across the floor into a crack of the fire pit.
“No!” Bel cried. Kalam restarted his evil laugh.
“Fool—You can’t escape the curse!” Bel grabbed
Mya by the hand.
“Mya—Come with me!” Kalam chased them, laughing.
They ran back out the door, and slammed it in
Kalam’s face. He broke through it, even more raged. They ran through the castle,
down the stairway and back to the exit out of the ground.
“BEL!” screeched Mya, “What can we do?!” She
held closely to him. Bel turned, and he heard Kalam’s giant feet stomping down
the stairway.
“Wait for it…” Kalam rushed out the stairway
and at Bel, “Jump!”
Bel jumped as well, and in his arms, holding
on as hard as possible, with her eyes shut.
And right after, who lost his balance, was Captain
Kalam, tripping off the edge.
“BEL!!!” he screamed, falling in the distance.
Just then, the weirdest of things happened.
A dark, blurry, cloud surrounded Kalam’s giant wings, and they grew smaller,
and smaller, and soon seemed devoured.
“The Curse.”
~
Bel landed at the castle, where Stacy and Jeran were supervising their successful
side of the war. Stacy happily screamed when she saw her little sister, and
swung her around in the air, crying, but in a happy way.
“I have a confession to make,” Bel said, turning
to Jeran, who was as happy as most to see him, “I lost your sword in the battle…”
Then Jeran started laughing at the sorrowing face.
“Ahaha,” he laughed, “you thought I’d actually
trust giving the best sword in Neopia to you for that?” Bel eyed him. “Well,”
said Jeran, turning to a serious sword, “I just thought you didn’t really need
it, you see?” Bel was still eyeing him.
“Then what was the magic that helped me up there…?”
“Your so called, ‘Curse,’ I suppose."
“Looks like you better start calling your ‘curse’
a ‘miracle.’”
Bel looked through his glasses to the distance
where at the bottom tip of the Citadel was, hanging for it’s life, a figure
much like a Krawk.
“Maybe…”
The End
To be Continued… Someday… Hopefully… If this is accepted…
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