Rad'emant Tineela: Part Two
I need a nice suit, Thomas thought, lying
on the roof of his house, staring out into the starry sky. Thomas would always
go here to reminisce and find reasoning in his life.
Silly festival, Thomas thought, his heart
drawing into a sad conclusion. Ever did Thomas wish to become a great warrior
such as his father. He wished to go battle great beasts and be in the frontlines
of a war, but Meridell has had peace for many years.
Then my life has no meaning. Am I to be partying
and frolicking around to the end of my days? I wish to leave this world a hero,
not just a commoner. But I guess all chance of valor and bravery has long perished.
I am bound to this town then and its entire silly people.
A tear streamed down the Lupe's cheek. He drew
away to his room and went to bed, hoping that the overwhelming despair would
The week was long and seemed to have stretched
into months. Thomas labored on with his daily errands as Bill aided him.
Thomas sat unmoving in between the barn doors,
staring out into the sunny sky.
"Thomas!" Bill scuttled to his friend.
"Did you fall? Come on Buddy what's wrong?" the
Techo pressed on, growing impatient with his pensive friend.
The Lupe grumbled, lazily getting up, and the
words slowly came out.
"Do you ever feel... like you're destined for
something.... Some great future?"
"All the time...I know one day I'll be an award
winning author." Bill gave a wide grin. "What is it? You want to be Thomas?"
"It's not just something that I want to be. It's
something that I feel is in me... that I'm supposed to be a great warrior like
my father and my grandfather... I feel it, yet I don't see this future. My life
will be lived in vain. I don't see myself as anything other then that." Thomas
sighed, rubbing his chin.
Bill looked deep into Thomas' eyes, so that he
could read his sincerity.
"If there is one thing that I do not doubt, Thomas
is that you will have a great future, and you will live up to the name of Millard...
We are still young. You will have a chance to prove yourself."
All the feelings of despair and frustration perished
before the soothing words of William Graefus.
The Lupe's eyes gleamed with a look of rejuvenated
hope and determination.
"Son! You don't expect to go tomorrow with your
working clothes, I hope!" Joseph Millard shouted, stomping his foot on the floor
"It's just a festival, besides, all I have are
overalls," Thomas argued.
"Have you no respect for yourself? You should
have asked me!" Joseph walked into his room.
Thomas stood stunned and intrigued with curiosity.
"Ask you for what?"
Joseph came back pacing anxiously into the kitchen
carrying a large black cloth and handed it to Thomas.
"Well? Open it son and see what's inside."
The Lupe removed the cloth. His face beamed with
what he saw. A dark leather shirt with a dragon emblem on it, crimson sleeves
bearing beautiful dark gems embedded in them. And an emerald cloak as light
as a feather drifting in the spring breeze.
"It's amazing dad!" Thomas hugged his father
"No problem son... That which you hold was my
uniform during my days as a squire."
"What does this emblem signify?" Thomas couldn't
seem to pry his eyes off the enticing dragon emblem.
"It is the emblem of the knight who trained me,
Dracobious Astheleum, a fine Gelert and a legendary knight." Joseph added, "That
should go well with those black pants and boots."
"Thanks again, dad!"
He gave his father another hug and ran off to
Thomas looked at the twinkling sky. His legs
were restless and his lids would not stay closed. Tomorrow was to be a joyous
and unforgettable day. At last his eyes shut and Thomas drifted to sleep.
"Thomas! Get up boy its already dawn!" Joseph
The young Lupe's eyes popped open. And in an
instant he shot out of his bed and threw on his clothing.
"All right, dad! Let's hit the road then." Thomas
still panted from the immediate bustling. He noticed his father observing him,
"Nothing..." Joseph hugged Thomas and added,
"...You just remind me of myself in my younger days."
Thomas chuckled at the compliment that he would
remind a great warrior of his days of vigor and youth.
"Come on dad. We should best be going, we're
They mounted their shadow Unis and headed off
towards the southeast to Meridell's greatest festival, to Rad'emant Tineela.
The Millards pressed on through the thick of
the famous forest, until they arrived at a gargantuan plain.
Thousands of Meridell's citizens from all villages
and towns were there. The conjurers lit marvelous fireworks that would shoot
up in the sky and then blow up into different shapes.
Everyone was enticed by the minstrels, with their
beautiful music and songs of old telling tales of old wars and heroes.
"Tommy! It's about time," Bill hollered, running
out to greet his friend.
"This is amazing, Bill... I've never had the
privilege of being in anything like this," Thomas remarked, crossing his arms,
unsure as to what to check out first.
Bill gaped in amazement when he saw his friend's
"Whoa, Tommy, nice threads!"
"Thanks, it was my old man's uniform back in
his days as a squire." Thomas smiled, promptly running a finger through the
You don't look so bad either," Thomas dishonestly,
but politely added.
Bill wore a weathered cloak with a stained thread-bare
"Bah, come on, Thomas! I'm better off clad in
The two friends shared a good laugh and briskly
received a smack on the face.
"You know, Rosie... That's becoming a tad annoying,"
the red Techo growled, rubbing his sore cheek.
"Wow, Tommy, you look splendid. You're sure to
impress more then a few girls this night... Maybe even Rosie here." Davie winked
at Tommy, as he too was slapped.
'When Rivers dry
When the honest lie
When things go wrong
When mountains fall
Meridell shall stand strong and tall
Meridell Oh Meridell!
The throng cued with unison in the chorus, chanting
patriotically. Thomas and his friends bustled about, participating in every
carnival that day.
"Come here! Come now! All ye' young in Neopets
who've dreams of being great warriors!" an old blue Krawk clamored, galvanizing
the crowd everywhere.
I'm betting it's something good, Thomas postulated.
A wide grin crept on his face.
Thomas and his friends staggered between the
large crowds, -who were all tantalized by the lingering mystery of that stall-,
nearly getting trampled over many times.
"Sheesh, those kids are terrors I tell you! Terrors!"
Davie sighed rubbing the big lump on his foot.
Silence washed over the large congregation as
everyone awaited the Krawk's pitch.
"What are warriors says I? What are warriors
without weapons? A warrior without a weapon me friends is no warrior at all."
The Krawk tittered. "And I know how much ye' youngins be longing to be a warrior.
Am I right or am I right?" the Krawk prodded, promptly cupping a hand on his
"Yeah!" the children shouted in accolade.
"For the low, low price of three Neopoints you
got five shots. And if one o' the darts hits this here red dot; then ye get
a steel plate armor set -custom made for yer size o'course- including a beautiful
"Yeah that's all we need... Bad enough the kids
are stomping us darn near to death, now this guy wishes to gamble our lives
by giving swords to the little sadists," Bill mused.
"Be glad its a wooden sword and be glad that
dot is too far for them to reach," Rosey replied bluntly.
"Bah... Good thing it is. I tell you, the first
chance they get they'll try to beat the stuffing out of us hoping to get candy."
Bill glanced at all the kids nervously.
"I'm going to give it a shot," Thomas murmured,
speeding off to the line. His mind and heart were enthralled by the beautiful
and tantalizing sword and armor.
The incessant failures of the Neopets before
him did not deter the Lupe, it only fed his determination.
It is for me. It is mine. The thought seemed
plausible to Thomas.
"Ye be next, son!" Peppy the Krawk prodded.
Thomas was giddy with enthusiasm. Each step he
took towards the table plucked at his heart string. His mind put images of him
running in a field, the suns rays sparkling on the armor, the sword swishing
with impeccable balance. In his head, he was completely dogmatic.
Thomas scooped up the darts and took aim.
He let fly his first dart.
"Ooh 3.5 inches! Not a bad shot laddie," Peppy
Thomas could not hear the kind Krawk's compliment
or the gasps of the crowd or the words of support from his friends. Thomas was
submerged in complete reverie.
He let fly 3 more darts, each one closer and
closer to the mark.
".5 inches that last one! Come on, young chap!
Make that last one count. I know ye can do it!" Peppy was intrigued and shocked
by the young Lupe's prowess with the darts, the young Lupe of only 15 winters.
"You can do it, Tommy!" Rosie, Davie and Bill
all shouted in unison. They all felt astonished by their friends throwing skill.
"How could you do it, Millard?" Damian Copperhead
whispered, standing in line behind Thomas.
"That dot is 20 feet ahead of you, barely a millimeter
in size. You fictitious bum answer me!" Damian's quandary drove him mad. He
knew the deception was not soluble.
Thomas' disregard for Damian's prodding, unnerved
the Scorchio all the more. The rage boiled inside him like a hot stew.
The last one, Thomas thought.
The Lupe's fingers felt as if they weren't there.
The dart and he were fused as one. Thomas was indifferent to the dot and closed
He reiterated, "Guide me. Guide me."
"What are you babbling about?" Damian grew enervated
by the dextrous Lupe.
Damian had enough of Thomas. He knew he could
never get as close to the dot as Thomas did. Damian would not be blighted by
"Guide me," Thomas uttered, and lifted his hand
up. In the instant he was going to jerk his arm, he felt himself on the floor.
"Missed your shot, Vagabond? So sorry...not!"
Damian gave an ominous laugh.
The devious laugh of Damian Copperhead, the decimation
of Thomas' dream, initiated a gargantuan cataclysm of emotions that washed over
His face turned convoluted and vehement.
"You...you pushed me, didn't you?" Thomas asked
"Guilty as charged, you vermin," Damian replied,
offering another evil laugh that was short lived.
Thomas jabbed the Scorchio in the nose knocking
him to the ground. The Lupe was on top of Damian pounding away unleashing all
of his pent-up rage.
Each punch was followed by their purpose.
"This is for my father! And this is for calling
me and my friend's vagabonds!"
Thomas' callous beating was obstructed when his
friends scuttled to him and held him back.
"That's about enough from the two of you!" Rosie
berated, though she was part glad Damian got his.
"Quite a laudable thing you did there, Thomas.
I would've let you have more fun," Bill smirked and added, "but then you would've
pulverized him; then what fun would there be left for me?"
"Shut up, Bill!" Davey snapped. He was still
in shock from Thomas' outburst.
"Just lightening the mood bud, just lightening
the mood." Bill shrugged. His mood was ever the more blitheful.
"Bask in your friends reverence for now Millard...
For you will get yours." Damian pointed a finger menacingly at Thomas, spitting
intentionally for the Lupe, but hit Rosie.
"Oh no! I know you didn't just spit on my dress...
Alright boys let's go kick some tail!"
"You're going to have to catch up first, losers!"
the blue Scorchio taunted, --his tone full of diffidence--, speeding off through
the throng and into the woods of Rad'emant Tineela.
The Scorchio's wings had not been developed enough
for them to bear him aloft. So he ran headstrong heedless of nicking branches.
Did I lose them? the Scorchio thought.
He came to a halt to look back. His speculation
was substantiated all the more when he saw no one behind him. His waning swagger
grew back as he broke into laughter.
"Cheering so soon, Copperhead?" came a teasing
voice from behind an Oak tree.
"Did you really believe we couldn't keep up with
your fat belly?" Rosie teased, coming forth from the tree, later followed by
Thomas, Davie and Bill.
"Y-You think to hurt the son of the mayor? I'll
have all of you horse whipped!" Damian's tone was dearth of his arrogance.
Barely finishing his sentence Damian bolted in
an instant. His burst was hampered briskly when he stumbled into a large hollow,
precluding his plans for escape.
"It seems you're going to have to crawl your
wormy self out of that hole, before dealing out any whippin's, Mr. Copperhead."
Davie grinned insidiously at Damian.
"Wait... Be quiet all
of you. I hear something," Thomas prompted
"It's just the sound of revenge ringing clear
in your head," Bill said.
"It's coming near, I have a bad feeling. Quickly!
Get some leaves into the hollow! We'll hide in there!"
The friends piled grass into the hollow and dropped
inside of it. They peered through the leaves, which now two approximating shadows
could be discerned.
Clamorous were the two, who seemed to stagger
as if tired from a heavy burden.
The two figures could be seen clearly now. Two
large shadow Skeiths clad in dark robes, one bore a large orb in its right hand.
"Not far now till we get to the festival," said
"Yeah, can't wait to leave them this little present,"
said the other Skeith, as it tapped the orb and gave a crackling snarl.
Thomas was baffled when he heard a third voice.
"You two better not give any haphazard work.
You hear me? I've been premeditating this for the past month, and If you blithering
idiots mess this up-"
"Take it easy, we won't mess up," assured one
of the Skeiths.
It was overt to Thomas that the voice was coming
from the ill-faring orb.
"These three don't mean well" Thomas postulated.
He wasn't able to pry his eyes off the beautiful and terrible orb as if he was
somewhat enthralled by it.
"Good, taking ransom thousands of Neopets...
It's no easy task you know... Make haste! Make haste!" prodded the orb
"Yes, Galcron," said both Skeiths
All of a sudden the Skeiths were no longer hunched
from weariness. They stood tall with their chests out wide, their strength seemed
rejuvenated. In the blink of an eye they scurried off to the festival.
"I have to go... We have to go... Father! Father!"
Damian yelped frantically. His world crashed all around him; then a large red
hand smacked at his face.
"Good grief, get your wits about you! You unnerving,
whiny little girl!" Bill scorned. His eyes were filled with grief and despair.
"We have to go... Damian is right, we can't sit
and cower in this hole while all our friends and family are in peril," Rosie
"And so we will!" Thomas exclaimed, standing
tall. His face was oblivious to the impending danger.
"We may be young. We may not be as strong...
But we are warriors at heart, and we will meet them in battle none the less.
And if we should break against them like water on rock."
Thomas puffed his chest boastfully and added,
"Then I for one would've passed this life knowing that death found me and that
I laughed in its face."
His words were vehement and meritorious. Tears
rolled down his friend's faces, even Damian's, as they bowed to Thomas, paying
homage to their brave and dauntless friend.
"Now let's go crack that orb!" Davie howled vibrantly.
To be continued...