Orbulon and the Founder of Symol Hole: Part Three
Recap: Inside Symol Hole, Orbulon destroyed a priceless statue and then an
entire cavern. As a result, the Founder kicked Orbulon out of the Hole. Meanwhile,
Illusen suspects Jhudora of stealing some of her gardening tools. Jhudora is on
a mission of her own to find out why Illusen's Quest is so popular, and so she
is now trying to get one of Illusen's coveted Cream Cookies.
Chapter 3 of 3:
Jhudora peeked at Illusen's tree house from behind an
oak. A tray of Illusen's coveted Cream Cookies sat on the windowsill, cooling
in the Meridell breeze. She was so close, yet Jhudora dared not approach her
arch nemesis's lair. Illusen might have trained attack Mortogs or something.
She heard a crackle of leaves behind her. Illusen!
False alarm. Only an odd, blue Petpet. The little creature stared up at her
with vacant eyes. It looked simple-minded; maybe it would do her bidding. She
heard its stomach growl. A wicked grin spread across Jhudora's green lips.
"Say, little friend. Would you like a cookie?"
The Petpet nodded and walked up to her.
"Good." Jhudora pointed to the tray of cookies
on Illusen's windowsill. "My friend made those cookies for me but my feet are
sore. Bring them to me and I'll let you have one, okay?"
The Petpet readily agreed and went over to the
house. The resourceful little guy pushed one of Illusen's stepping stools underneath
the window and grabbed the tray, carefully balancing it as he climbed down and
brought the goods to Jhudora.
Jhudora snatched the tray away from Orbulon
and lifted one of the cookies to her nose. "Doesn't smell dangerously addictive,"
she mumbled. She nibbled off a piece. "My goodness, these are INCREDIBLE!" Jhudora
grabbed two more off the tray and stuffed them into her mouth.
* * *
Orbulon patiently watched this purple person
and waited for his reward. Maybe the cookies tasted like Cherries Jubilee. Orbulon
hadn't eaten those in a long time. Spotted Pudding sounded good, too.
He heard a yell behind him. "Jhudora!" screamed
a redheaded Faerie in a skimpy green dress.
"Illusen!" sputtered Jhudora with a mouth full
of cookies. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here! And as I recall, I banished you
from Meridell years ago when you stole my grape lollypop recipe!"
"Oh, right," giggled Jhudora. "I forgot about
"I knew you were here when my rake went missing,"
said Illusen. "What have you done with it?"
"My rake, I know you took it!"
"Why on Neopia would I steal your rake?"
"I don't know. Maybe you want to steal my garden,
"That makes no sense!"
"Neither do you!"
The two Faeries stared each other down. Orbulon's
eyes locked on to a Cream Cookie that had fallen off the tray Jhudora held.
He only needed to wait for the opportune moment to taste its sweetness.
Jhudora swiped the rest of the cookies off the
tray into her pocket and flung the tray at Illusen like a killer boomerang.
"Take that, you cheat. I know you put some kind of magic in your cookies to
make the Neopians do your quests and not mine!"
Illusen deflected the tray with her forearm.
"The only magic I use is knowing how to turn on the oven!" She leapt into her
kitchen through an open window.
Jhudora dashed behind a tree and pulled a scepter
out of her skirt.
Illusen reappeared with a wooden staff and charged
Battle ensued. Jhudora sent blasts of dark energy
at Illusen. The Earth Faerie narrowly escaped and countered with a bottle of
a mud mixture, which she threw in Jhudora's face. "No thanks, I've already had
a facial this week," was Jhudora's witty reply as she knocked the bottle away.
"Looks to me like you need another one," responded
Illusen. In this manner the battle went on: the two of them in a mad dance around
the object of Orbulon's desire - the cookie.
The Faeries edged a few paces away from the
cookie. Orbulon saw his chance. He darted out from behind the rock, reached
down for the Creamy delight - and Illusen fell on top of the cookie. Orbulon
screeched to a halt, centimeters from the Faerie-size ball of wrath. Too intent
on Jhudora to notice him, Illusen bolted up and back into battle. Orbulon looked
down at what had only moments ago been his cookie. Now half of it was smooshed
into the mud while the other half ran around on Illusen's backside.
"This is it, Illusen," proclaimed Jhudora. "Your
reign as Quest Queen ends here!"
"Jhudora, you don't have the... what's that?"
Illusen said, pointing to something behind Jhudora's head.
"Oh, please," said Jhudora. "Like I'm gonna
fall for-" Something hit Jhudora from behind. Her eyes rolled into the back
of her head and she fell to the ground.
A crazy little Korbat with a chain swinging
from his foot hovered where Jhudora had stood. "Is my toast ready yet?"
Orbulon rapidly blinked at Barallus. His stomach
got queasy as he recalled his unexpected ride to Meridell.
Barallus laid eyes on Illusen. "My lady! There
you are! I was waiting in the diner for so long, and they never brought me your
toast. I'll get it for you, though, I promise!"
Illusen's mouth dropped a little bit before
pulling herself together with an official Faerie Quest-giver response: "I'm
sorry, but all quests must be completed within the time allotted. Seeing as
I have not given any quests yet today, I have no choice but to conclude that
you are past your deadline. I am sorry, but you will have to try again."
The response didn't seem to reach Barallus'
oversized ears. He just hovered there, looking happy. Suddenly his eyes caught
something he liked the look of. "Ooh! Toast!" He dove to the ground and rolled
onto the dirt, picking something up with his claw-wings. He zipped back up in
the air holding a flat, square-ish rock. "Look, my lady! Buttered toast! Buttered
"Look, sweetie," said Illusen, "I don't want
any buttered toast. If you come back in a couple hours, I'll give you another
At this point the Korbat noticed Orbulon. "Ooh!"
he said, tossing the rock at Illusen. "My prize?" He dove down and picked up
Orbulon by the Petpet's glowing ring. "Ooh, heavy reward. New friend! Come with
me to diner and complain about waitress?"
While Illusen reeled from the rock thrown at
her stomach, Jhudora stood up. Still shaky, the Dark Faerie rubbed the back
of her head.
"Don't you know when to quit?" exclaimed Illusen.
"I didn't want to have to use this, but..." She pulled an object out of her
With Orbulon firmly in his feet's grasp, Barallus
beat his wings and headed out of Illusen's Glade. At the exact moment Illusen
threw her Honey Potion, Barallus flew in front of her, and the Honey Potion
ended up in Orbulon's arms instead of Jhudora's face. The Earth Faerie cried
out as her most precious recipe was lost to the Petpet. Jhudora regained her
bearings, and the battle between the pastry chefs resumed. Orbulon began to
wonder why Faeries were always so violent. They had power, prestige and magic,
but they all seemed to be real grouches.
Barallus flew over the main streets of Meridell,
and Orbulon had no choice but to look down on it. He saw a large group of Petpets
assembled; were they the ones from Symol Hole? They must be. Maybe they were
tired of the musty air down there. At least they had good food. Speaking of
which, Orbulon felt hungry.
Thankfully, Barallus flew without corkscrews
and loops this time. Besides, if the Korbat went high enough, he might end up
at the Space Station. That would be nice. The Korbat babbled a sort of song
about diners, buttered toast and leftovers. Barallus was really making Orbulon
hungry. Orbulon looked at the heavy bottle in his hands. The liquid inside smelled
good; maybe it would taste good too. Orbulon popped the cork off, dipped his
hand in the liquid and licked it. It tasted like Space Station fuel. Orbulon
dropped the bottle and tried to scrape the liquid off his tongue.
Now he would just wait and see where Barallus
took him. It seemed as though that was pretty much all he did these days - wait
* * *
Outside of Symol Hole, the Founder had assembled
his troops. It had been five years since the founding of Symol Hole. Five years
of recruiting and training Petpets, five years of saving Neopoints for weapons,
and five years of careful planning. Now, the time had come.
"My fellow freedom-fighters!" declared the Founder
to his attentive audience. "For five long years we have trained, planned and
waited for the time to act. At last, that time is upon us! We shall rise from
the mud of Meridell and claim our freedom from tyranny. First, we shall put
an end to the monstrosity of the Turmaculus - never again will our brothers
be forced to walk into his jaws. Then we shall free the Mortogs from the disgrace
known as 'Kiss the Mortog.' Next, onward and upward to Darigan Citadel! We shall
put an end to the greatest affront to the freedom of all Petpets - the Petpet
Battledome!" He paused a moment for his audience to hiss at the affronts to
their freedom, and cheer their hearts into passion for the battle ahead. "So
brothers, to the Turmaculus!" He thrust his fist in the air; his army shouted
in approval. They shot their Rainbow Guns in the air, swung around Sticky Hands
and fired cannons.
The Founder felt a rush of wind above his head.
He looked up and saw a Korbat with something in its claws; Orbulon? The Petpet
dropped something, a jar? It shattered on the ground just in front of the Symol.
Out of that small jar a tidal wave of a thick, amber liquid crashed down on
the throng. There were screams and gurgles as the liquid spread out over the
landscape. After the tidal wave ended, the confusion lifted and turned to disbelief.
Every single Petpet was covered with a sticky, honey-like substance.
The Founder demanded that a Whinny next to him
try to fire his cannon. The Whinny set off the cannon, but all that came out
was a "glomp" sound, with the cannonball stuck inside. All the Petpets of Symol
Hole tested their weapons. Not one of them worked. Triggers were useless with
the goo in every crevice, and the Sticky Hands stuck like cement to the ground.
"Inconceivable," whispered the Founder in his
shock. His plan lay before him in sticky ruins! The Guardians were right all
along - Orbulon was the culprit! He must have been sent by the Petpet Battledome
Commission to keep the Symol Hole Plan for Liberation from being carried out.
The Founder threw his head back and yelled to the sky in agony over the wasted
years of effort. He would have to start all over again to re-amass their weaponry,
and come up with an alternate plan that even the Petpet Battledome Commission
would never be able to stop.
* * *
Orbulon saw a Neopet looking up at him from the
ground. It was waving its hands, shouting something.
"Hey, you up there! Come down here!"
Barallus also noticed the Ixi and spiraled,
to Orbulon's dismay, down to the ground next to the Ixi. It became clear to
Orbulon that Barallus was not very good at landings, because the Korbat skidded
on the ground a few feet before stopping in front of the Ixi. But in the landing,
Barallus seemed to forget all about Orbulon, and the Petpet was released from
his claws. Orbulon sat up and let his head stop spinning before trying to move.
Not far from him the Ixi met with Barallus.
"Thank goodness... you stopped..." panted the
Ixi. "I saw what you did!"
"I going to get jam!"
"Um, okay," said the Ixi. "But you stopped that
Petpet army from attacking us all. You're a hero!"
"Yes!" shrieked Barallus. "Hero to my Lady,
brought her toast - and butter!"
The Ixi raised an eyebrow at his hero, but took
the Korbat by the hand and led him towards Meridell Castle.
'Good riddance' was Orbulon's opinion.
* * *
The next day, Orbulon wandered around inside
Meridell's Castle walls looking for a bite when he caught sight of Barallus.
The Korbat looked very different from the night before. Instead of a chain hanging
from his leg, he wore a red and gold shirt, with a funny-looking hat on his
head of the same colors. His eyes remained that crazy pink color, however, so
Orbulon steered clear of him.
Barallus stood on a wooden platform surrounded
by Neopets in fancy clothes, and even more Neopets stood in front of the stand
watching the ones who were watching Barallus. Neopians are weird.
A fat Skeith stood up and spoke loudly. "In
thanks to you, Sir Barallus, for your heroic defeat of the Petpets, I hereby
deem you, 'Barallus the Brave.'" The Skeith put a shiny rock on a string around
The crowd around the stage cheered and hollered
for the shiny rock on the string. Neopians are very weird.
A Neopet that seemed familiar to Orbulon walked
on the stage and slapped handcuffs on Barallus. Barallus yelled and tried to
get away from the purple Mynci, but he was no match for the weight of the cuffs.
The Skeith coughed. "However, in the interest
of keeping up good relations with Darigan, I hereby return you to the custody
of the Prison Warden, Master Vex."
Barallus was hauled off, all the while screaming
that he did not want to go back to the dark diner with poor service.
Orbulon shrugged and walked away from the heavy-traffic
part of the ground, closer to the stone wall. It turned out there were some
half-decent scraps lying around this area. He spotted a piece of bread and picked
up his pace to snatch it. He saw the glint of brown in the shadows only after
it was too late. Little hands grabbed hold of him and dragged him into a dark
The Founder of Symol Hole stood before him.
"Traitor," the Symol hissed. "How could you turn on your own kind like that?"
Orbulon stared wide-eyed at his friend. He had
no clue what was going on.
A gang of three Petpets stood around Orbulon,
revenge in their eyes.
"It makes no matter," spat the Founder. "For
your treason, I should punish you with unspeakable evils. But due to the SR,
I, Founder of Symol Hole, hereby banish you from Meridell, never to return!"
Orbulon was okay with that. He was not okay
with the three thugs that picked him up and 'escorted' him out of the city walls.
They proceeded to 'escort' him all the way out of the rural parts of the city,
past some place called Meri Acres and to the ocean. Orbulon was not a fan of
The thug trio dropped him onto a raft on the
"Orbulon," said a very stern Founder, "you are
now leaving our shores and are never to come back again. I hope you have time
to think about what you have done on your long voyage to wherever you end up."
The thugs pushed Orbulon off the shore and a
current pulled him out to the open sea. Orbulon stared at the shore and the
crazy Petpets who put him on this floating thing. Being set adrift on the ocean
wasn't his favorite means of transportation, but at least he wasn't plummeting
through the atmosphere this time.
Orbulon hoped his next destination would bring
him closer to his beloved home, the Virtupets Space Station. Orbulon lay down
and looked up at the sky, hoping for a glimpse of the Space Station as he floated
along with the current, waiting to see what would happen next.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading my series all the way through! If you'd
like to read more about Orbulon, this is the third story in what is now a trilogy.
(Pretty spiffy, eh?) The first story was "Orbulon
Has Landed," and the second was "Orbulon
and the Queen of Mystery Island."
Special thanks to my editors Rookina and Psychoticdancer for their help.
Orbulon wouldn't make sense without you.