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The Neopian Times Week 55 > New Series > Kau Seer's Revenge: Part One

Kau Seer's Revenge: Part One

by catnip4

STILL HALF-ASLEEP, NERA the Ixi trotted down the steps of her castle home. Being on the tenth floor of a ten story castle, it did get a bit tiring, especially dizzying, to walk two hundred spiraled steps up and down each day.

     However, life was good in Meridell. The castle supplied her with food, water, and any supplies she needed, as long as she carried out her job as the castle magician and healer. As she neared the last step, Nera was greeted by the prince who had been running down the stairs, trying to catch up with her. Nera turned her head and smiled, cheeks glowing.

     "G'morning," she said to the white Ixi, who was dressed in fine indigo velvet. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gave a wide grin, a simple "Good morning to thee, too," and hurried alongside Nera as they entered the dining room.

     Nera gracefully made her way to the long wooden table. Her brightly-coloured layered robes covered her feet completely, making her appear to be floating across the tiled floor.

     She removed the violet hood that had been resting on her head, and carefully pulled out a thick book from one of her robe pockets. The book was in a deep-blue cover, decorated with silver celestial shapes.

     Nera flipped through the cream-coloured pages, finally stopping almost exactly in the middle of the book.

     "Nera," the prince began, "What has thee planned for?" The prince pulled back one of the many wooden chairs, and sat down beside Nera.

     "Oh, thee thoughts have yet to decide. However, thy reccomend thys." Nera pushed the open book toward the prince, who read over the purple-ink writing, gasping as he read more and more. He laughed with excitement as he finished, and said, "Confident thus shall hold successful, Nera?"

     "Positive," she said, with a hint of mystery in her voice.


The table was completely filled up almost an hour later. The prince sat at the far end of the table (the royalty's seat), surrounded by servants and maids and entertainers, along with the rest of his royal family. Nera stood alone in front of everyone, dressed in bright copper robes. Her costume alone enchanted the ones watching. She wore bands of shimmering gold on her hooves and jewelled necklaces around her neck. The audience waited in anticipation as Nera looked over her spell book.

     Raising her head up, she performed her first act. Three colourful silk scarves, out of no where, appeared in Nera's hooves. She tied them together, later showing the audience the string of scarves were knot-free, connected perfectly.

     She continued her magic acts as the audience gaped in awe. Now that she was finished, she was ready to perform her final act.

     Nera slowly walked over to the prince. He put down his silver wine goblet on the table as Nera held out her hoof to him. He took it with a smile, gleam of mischievous light in his eyes.

     Bringing him back to the front of the table, Nera let go of his hoof and took a few steps back. She glanced at the audience who were practically standing out of their seats.

     Reciting a verse from her spell book with a few hand gestures, smoke enveloped the prince for a few long moments.

     Finally, when the smoke cleared, no one could see the prince.

     Shouts of rage and "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO THE PRINCE?" began to echo through the large room.

     Nera bent down, scooped up a slimy white Mortog, and showed the audience their "prince."

     No one could do anything but gasp.

     She grinned her secretive smile. Nera kissed the Mortog lightly on his forehead and set him down back on the floor. The process repeated once again. Before the audiences' eyes, their prince transformed back.

     The audiences' clapping roared throughout the castle. They shouted and gave cries of laughter.

     As the prince went back to take his seat, Nera pulled out a free chair from the table and sat down. The people beside her all whispered and stared, some even complimented her.

     A tall, thin, avocado-coloured Nimmo stepped up in front of the table, dressed in a cream-coloured vest. He pulled open a long scroll and read it aloud to the audience.

     "Hear ye, hear ye! The grande Prince of Meridell--Sir Luke Wothag--will take one of ye damsels as thy wife!"

     As the ladies in the castle grinned and giggled, Luke sat in shock. He wasn't ever notified of this announcement, but sure enough, it was announced.

     After he got over the news, though, he was calm and content, for he knew exactly who we wanted to marry.

     As the table emptied, Luke dashed over to Nera, trying to start up a conversation so he could gradually slip in the proposal.

     "Haha, did thee enjoy the life of Mortogs?" Nera asked him, in her sly-sounding voice.

     "Hmm, it was...err...unusual! Heh, fun though, very fun."

     Luke's hooves began to tap together. When Nera turned to ask why, he grinned nervously.

     "Heh, thy would never choose to be a Mortog!" She exclaimed.

     "Nera..." Luke began, trying to kneel--but was almost too excited and jittery.

     Nera looked down at the kneeling white Ixi in confusion.

     "Will thee take thy hand in marriage?" Luke looked up with gleaming blue eyes.

     Nera clasped her hooves to her open mouth. She slid them away from her face and around Luke's neck.

     "Thee will, thee will!" She gave him a warm hug as he slowly stood up. Nera grinned excitedly.

     "Thus telleth the family tomorrow!" He exclaimed, looking into the eyes of his soon-to-be wife and queen.

     They walked out of the castle doors into the beautiful courtyard, and sat on a silver-stone seat, watching ripples run through the peaceful pond.

     Back inside, a black-robed shadow crept up from beneath the long dining table. It stood beside the courtyard doorway, watching the two Ixis. Slowly muttering to himself, the shadow said, "...Wouldn't want to be a Mortog...?"

     "Thee haseth announcement!" the prince said loudly, trying to speak above the chattering voices. He tapped his silver knife on his goblet, which make a wind-chime like sound echo throughout the dining hall.

     "Thee," He began, grinning already, "Have found a wife!" He held up his wine goblet to the table and the people cheered, except for a few young ladies who sat in disappointment.

     "Nera!" He called. He waited for her to come and join him.

     But she didn't stand up at the table.

     "Thy shall be backeth soon!"

     As the people chatted, Luke ran as fast as he could up the spiral staircase. He was tired by the fourth floor, but he urged himself on. Finally, at the tenth floor, he was exhausted and dizzy. He had a horrible sick feeling in his stomach as to wondering why Nera was not there. He tapped lightly with one of his hooves, carefully looking at the etched-out carvings in the door while doing so. Tiny unidentifiable markings and drawings, a few crossed out stars.

     "Who is there?" Nera called from inside.

     Luke sighed as soon as he heard her voice. He wiped away the few sweat drops on his forehead that had formed out of worry and exhaustion.

     "Good morning!" He slowly opened the door to see Nera, dressed in her best clothes, sitting on her bed.

     Nera looked up from her cerulean silk skirt and smiled. "Oh, hello! Sorry that thee has keepeth you all waiting...I was just wrapping a gift."

     She leaned over and reached under her bed. Nera pulled out a small, brown paper and twine-wrapped gift. She handed it to Luke with a grin. "To our wedding day." She stood up from her bed and gave him a hug. "Let us go downeth the stairs now--we can of course open it later." Still standing, Nera pulled out the deep blue book she had used the day before, and slipped it under a loose floorboard by her bed, to keep it safe.

     Staring at his gift, Luke began to trot down the steps. He thought about how silly he was to have worried so much about Nera when she was only an hour late. It was, of course, their big day, and it would take her a while to get ready.

     On floor Nine, Luke decided to not be so rude and talk to Nera a bit instead of thinking to himself. "Nera," he began, turning around. "Isn't this gre--" Luke was talking to himself. Nera had gone once again.

     "Nera!" He called up to the tenth floor, grinning. "Coming along?"

     She didn't answer.

     Luke, once more, climbed the staircase to the tenth floor and opened the door to Nera's room.

     "Come on, N--" By now the prince had gotten tired of talking to himself. "Nera?" He called. No one was sitting on the bed any longer. The window was not open at all.

     In fear, Luke quickly opened all the doors and cabinets he could find. No Nera. He searched behind the furniture and outside of the window, but still no Nera.


Search parties made up of Guards and servants had examined every piece of land on Meridell. Two groups even took boats out to ask the workers at other lands if they had seen a shadow Ixi come through. Of course it was impossible for her to get out of Meridell so quickly, but the Prince would not rest until Nera was found.

     Back at the castle, Luke paced the dining room. He waited for hours for his servants and guards to arrive back and give him some news on Nera.

     Looking for a rest and some fresh air to breathe, Luke entered the courtyard, sitting on the same stone seat from the morning before.

     From out of the pond, a small black Mortog hopped out of the water.

     "Why, that's odd," he thought to himself. "I didn't know Mortogs could be black."

     It leaped onto the stone bench and sat, staring up at Luke.

     The prince stood up and turned away, hoping his crew had gotten back by now.

     The Mortog continued to stare, watching the prince return back into his castle, alone.


A tall red Kau stood outside of the castle front gate. Dressed in a purple and yellow hooded cape, he rapped loudly on the iron bars. Holding his cape together tightly and looking down at the dirt path, a small blue Cybunny dressed in a linen apron unlocked the gate.

     "Hello there!" It squeaked, holding open the gate door with one paw, carrying a feather duster in the other.

     "Good Afternoon," the Kau said, in a low voice. "I wish to see the prince. Is he available?"

     The Cybunny had an uneasy look on her face. "Weeell...hmm...he may not be, but you can try. This way, please..."

     The Kau followed her, walking slowly behind the energetic hopping Cybunny.

     The Cybunny pulled open the castle doors, "Right this way!" She grinned happily.

     "Ahem, excuse me--I'll just look in the courtyard for a while. I'll be in soon. Thank you."

     The Cybunny sighed. "Okay then, come in if you want." She went in herself and closed the glass doors behind her.

     As soon as the Kau saw her gone, he bent his knees and whispered, "Nera! Nera! Oh Neeeera!"

     He searched the pond, seeing a small black Mortog on a lily pad.

     "Are you happy now, Nera?" He bent over and picked a small pink flower that had been growing on the edge of the pond. Mumbling a few verses, and with a sprinkle of some sort of blue dust, the flower turned into a crispy green apple.

     "You know I have better skills then you. You know I should've gotten YOUR job. Hehehe, well, it's all fixed, because now I will!"

     The Kau encased the apple in his hooves, hiding the apple. He blew on the apple and muttered a spell. When he stepped back, away from the fruit, the apple floated in mid-air.

     "I'm the better magician. So I deserve that job--and I will get it, too."

     He hid the levitating apple in his purple and yellow cloak for a second, once again mumbling something. When he unwrapped the cloak, the apple had disappeared.

     The cow grasped the invisible apple, took a bite from it, and stuck it in his pocket.

     "I am Kau Seer. I am the best magician ever!" His eyes dashed from the left to the right, making sure no one was looking. He pulled out a black sack from his cloak.

     Before the little petpet knew what was going on, the Kau slid into the pond, grasping the Mortog and stuffing her into a bag.

     He then placed the bag into another one of his many pockets, and decided he'd enter the castle now.

     Looking into the dining hall, he could see the prince pacing back and forth.

     "Hello Prince!" Kau Seer called, waiting at the door.

     Luke, very surprised to see a Kau instead of his crew, looked up, puzzled.

     "I hear you have an open job for magician?"

     Kau Seer began to walk over.

     Luke mumbled, and it was hard to hear him. "Oh...yes...umm...are you a magician?" He began to tap his hooves together, not caring at all about the job.

     "Uh, yes, Prince."

     " is on the 10th floor. Goodbye."

     As Kau Seer walked up the stairs, he became extremely happy of his successful revenge.

     Kau Seer silently stepped down the stairway. He tried to make sure he didn't make any of the steps creak, because it would surely wake someone up.

     The Mortog fumbled it's way out of Kau Seer's tightly-drawn bag, and hopped as far as she could down the stairs. Kau Seer heard the small feet of the Mortog hopping away, and began racing after the small petpet with fury slapped across his face.

     Kau Seer finally caught up with the Mortog where the two glass doors led out to the garden. The doors being closed, Kau Seer was easily able to stuff the Mortog back into the bag.

     He crept like a shadow through the doors, silently and easily, making sure the hinges didn't squeak and wake someone up.

     Now outside, Kau Seer dashed along the pebble pathway and met up with a small wooden carriage. A Draik was sitting on a pillow at the front holding the reigns of two Unis.

     "'Ello sir, have that Mortog?" the Draik asked in a high voice.

     Kau Seer nodded and he handed the drawstring bag to the Draik, and began to give commands in a low, grumbly voice. "I want you to jar it with the rest or your Mortog batch. Take it as far away as you can and make sure it is used for a harder level." He dropped a few coins on the Nimmo's seat, and brought the yellow and purple clock around his snout. Gold bracelets and earring sparkling in the moonlight, Kau Seer returned back to the castle--his new home.


The sun rose above the grassy mountains in the morning, shining light through the openings in the carriage. Nera, though, was still in a room of darkness, for she was trapped inside a bag.

     Suddenly, the carriage stopped and Nera could hear the footsteps of the Draik come toward the open door. He grasped his tiny paws around not only Nera's bag, but many other bags as well, of all shapes and sizes.

     She could feel the other Mortogs scramble inside of their compartments and nudge against her bag.

     Nera heard the Draik's voice mumble something to another creature. When he finished, the creature replied. After their short conversation all of the bags were handed over to the other creature. This creature was a king Mortog--a rare Mortog which is able to talk. Enormous in size, it dwarfs the more common kind of his breed. You've probably seen one from time to time as you play Kiss the Mortog game, keeping the game organised.

     This certain king Mortog sat near a small pond, un-knotting the bags full of smaller Mortogs. Quick as lightning, he jarred each one swiftly and with care. As soon as he finished jarring the Mortogs in one of the bags he stashed the rest in a hole beside a tree. Nera wondered, as the king Mortog fastened the caps on the last of his batch of jars, if she'd ever escape and get back home.

To be continued...

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