Run Away to Knighthood: Part One
Angel the blue Zafara just sat there, his chin in his paw.
He had a bored look on his face, and seemed to have run out of ideas.
"I'm bored," he grumbled. Angel stood up from
his bed and walked over to his siblings' rooms. He opened the door to Glitter's
bedroom first, and found the faerie Acara brushing her fur in front of a mirror.
She turned immediately and faced her brother. "What do you want? I'm busy right
now," Glitter said absently.
Angel scratched his head. "But you can have all
the time you want for grooming later on, when we go to bed," he replied. "Can't
we do something together?"
Glitter shook her head. "No…I want some private
time, and my Baby Fireball needs some special attention right now," she answered.
"Now, please, vamoose so I can work in peace."
Shrugging, the blue Zafara gently shut the Acara's
door and casually opened the next one.
"Sweet, don't you want to do something with your
favorite little brother?" asked Angel, peeking into the room of the striped
Kacheek. He found Sweet on the floor, polishing a huge brown sword and reading
a book at the same time.
"Not now, Angel," said Sweet. "I have to polish
my weapons, take care of Apollo, my Angelpuss, and find out how I can save up
for a nice petpetpet for him. Maybe we can both play tomorrow."
Angel sighed and closed Sweet's door. He tried
the next room and found Fluffy the white Aisha at her table, with a stack of
books and writing something in her notebook. A Snowbunny was asleep at her feet,
and just before the Zafara could take another step, Fluffy casually turned to
face him and said, "Look, whatever you want, it will have to wait. I must finish
my essay, read more on math, and do some particularly important research. I'm
sorry, but I must finish my work today."
The blue Zafara bit his lip and exited his other
sister's room. As he turned to go back to his room, he accidentally bumped into
his owner, a tall teenage girl who was clutching a sheaf of papers and wearing
a tired expression on her face.
"Hi, Angel," Kat said. "Now, if you'll excuse
me, I have an essay to write and a story to finish for the next issue of the
Times. I'm really sorry, but I'm just too busy to pay too much attention to
Angel nodded and sighed. He was alone, with no
one to play with or talk to. His Anubis was fast asleep and was not to be disturbed.
Then he was struck with a brilliant idea.
"Maybe Kat will notice me if I prepare something
for her, since she's been doing a lot of stuff for me, and now it's my turn
to repay the favors!" he exclaimed to himself. Angel decided not to go back
to his room, but ran towards the kitchen instead.
The Zafara pulled out a large chair in order
to reach a high cabinet. He quickly pulled out a container of coffee and poured
the contents into a small blue cup. Angel pulled out a bottle of water and then
added this to the coffee, along with some milk and sugar. After stirring the
drink well, he placed this on a saucer and walked gently (so as not to spill
a single drop of the coffee) towards Kat's room.
The door was slightly ajar, but Angel kicked
it aside anyway. He walked silently in order to surprise his owner, and watched
closely if she would suddenly look up from her work. Unfortunately he was too
busy looking at Kat to notice that he had stepped on a stray crease in the carpet
of her room, gasped…and tripped, sending the cup of coffee flying.
"Angel…" The girl stood up from her desk, dropped
whatever she was writing aside, and grabbed the Zafara before he could take
a nasty fall. "Are you all right?" Kat asked worriedly. "What is going on?"
Suddenly they both heard a crash. The coffee
cup had landed right onto the girl's papers…her Neopian Times submissions. They
were now a damp, brown mess with blurry, seemingly liquefied script.
Her eyes grew wide, and she looked at Angel.
She was not happy at all.
"Oh, this is wonderful," groaned Angel. "I'm
grounded for three days just because I ruined your stories. Well, you can just
write more, right?"
Kat sighed, and sat down beside Angel, on the
Zafara's bed. The two were inside his room, talking about what happened a few
minutes ago. "Angel, I was working on that for a week! I took time off from
my usual schedule just to write something for the Neopian Times, and slaved
over it day and night! I worked really hard on it…and you go and drench it with
hot borovan? You really should be more careful."
"But that wasn't borovan, Kat. That was coffee,"
mumbled Angel softly.
"That's not the point," she answered. "Honestly,
you really should know better than to disturb me. When I ask for some time alone
or some time off, I mean it, OK? But that doesn't mean I'll ignore you. Now,
if you'll excuse me, I have some serious rewriting to do. Remember, three days."
Kat stood up and left the room silently.
As the door closed behind the teenage girl, the
Zafara flung himself on the bed and sobbed. "Nobody will play with me, no one
appreciates me…why in Neopia did they adopt me in the first place anyway? Maybe
because they just…just…"
His voice trailed off. "Maybe I can find my real
owner…and go back home, and tell her that I'm being ignored here!" he added
suddenly. Angel stood up and grabbed his backpack. He shoved his prized toys,
petpet supplies, some snacks and the blanket from his bed. Then he shook Morpheus
up. "Come on, boy," Angel whispered. "We're running away from here."
The Anubis awoke with a yawn, and trotted up
to the Zafara, who was busy unraveling some yarn to use as a leash. Angel bent
down and tied it to Morpheus's collar, after which he noiselessly opened his
bedroom window. The blue Zafara picked his petpet up and gently lowered him
into the bushes below the window. "Stay," he whispered to the Anubis.
Suddenly Angel heard something click, and found
out in horror that the doorknob was being turned. Quickly, he hurled his backpack
out the window as well, where it landed with a soft thump. And just before the
door opened all the way, the Zafara jumped into his bed and pulled up the covers,
to look as if he was sleeping.
"Angel?" a voice called out. "Hey, why are you
in bed already? Don't tell me you're going to miss dinner?" A faerie Acara hovered
into the room and looked down at the blue Zafara, who nodded.
"Glitter, I'm sleepy. I want to sleep now," he
replied. "Getting grounded makes me lose my appetite." His sister shrugged and
zoomed out the door slamming it behind her and making a plushie from the shelves
topple to the floor. "That was close," whispered Angel as he climbed out of
the covers and shoved his pillow into the covers to make it look like he really
was fast asleep. Then the Zafara grabbed the fallen plush toy, got a running
start and leapt out of the window in a flash.
Angel picked Morpheus up and said to him, "We
made it, pal. We're going to start a new life with my old owner. But first,
we have to find her…or him…or whoever that was." He closed the window, took
one last look at his Neohome and at the window of the dining room where his
siblings, their petpets and their owner were already enjoying dinner. He tugged
on the yarn tied to the Anubis's collar. "OK, let's go."
"So Angel's not coming to dinner?" asked Kat
as she gave Sweet and Fluffy both more helpings of roast chicken. "I just hope
he's feeling all right."
Glitter ate another bite of baked beans. "He
said he only wanted to sleep. Maybe he'll be better in the morning," she answered.
"Fluffy, can you check and see how your little
brother is doing?" asked Kat nervously. The white Aisha jumped off the chair
and strode over to Angel's bedroom. She opened the door a crack and looked inside.
Fluffy's gaze fell upon the lump in the covers. "He's asleep, all right," she
called out. "Not even the Snowager's icy blasts could wake him up, I bet."
"Thanks," the girl called back. "Should we give
him some dinner?"
"Don't bother," answered Sweet. "You heard what
Fluffy said, he's dozing like a rock right now. I don't think he'll wake up
till morning. Glitter, are you going to eat the rest of your strawberry jelly?"
"Yes, I am," the Acara answered stiffly. "Don't
you ever get full up?"
The dinner continued, and no one else ventured
inside Angel's room. No one else knew what had really happened to the blue Zafara,
who, at the precise moment the family was having dinner, was now walking under
the night sky, with only a backpack and an Anubis by his side, not daring to
look back at his now former Neohome. And as the three pets, their petpets, and
their owner drifted off to sleep they still did not know exactly why Angel's
room was unusually quiet that night.
To be continued...