The Story of Stan: Part Two
Also by ridergirl333
The Lost Temple was a hidden sandstone building at the
far end of the Sakhmet River. In front of the temple, water collected in a pond
and flowed into Sakhmet River. The river, in turn, flowed to the large oasis
in front of Coltzan's Shrine. The building itself was grand, round, and surrounded
by sandstone pillars. It had a musty, abandoned look to it, with Spyders making
their webs in every corner and petpets making burrows around the walls. Pictures
of Ancient Neogyptian deities adorned the walls, all facing towards the center
of the temple. At the center, there was a hole in the ground, where the floor
had caved in.
Stan shuddered. He hated this place, but it
was perfect for hiding from the Elephante Guards. He hoisted the bound and gagged
Usul into the pit at the center of the temple. She won't get out of there, he
thought to himself.
By struggling and biting at her gag with her
sharp Usul teeth, Starling had managed to rip open her gag. "Why're you doing
this to me, you mangy, flea-bitten street Kyrii?"
"You have something that belongs to me," Stan
growled, extending his paw into the hole. "I couldn't find it in your room,
so you've got to have it with you."
"Yes it is... EMERALD!!!" she shouted as she
realized that the green Scorchio had taken the ring from her room overcame her.
If the ring were in her room, Stan probably would have found it. "Listen, you've
got to believe me," she pleaded. "I--"
"-- No! You listen to me. I want my ring back
right now! No excuses, I never could make any! Do you think that I chose this
life?" Stan said in an angry rant. He took some deep breaths before speaking,
"I will ask you only one time more. Where is my ring?"
"Oh, you're not really a bad Kyrii at all are
"Of course I am," he said coolly, pulling the
vest tighter. "I'm not just bad. I'm really bad."
"No-you're-not!" she said in a VERY, VERY high
and annoying manner.
Stan rolled his eyes and groaned. This was going
to be a long night, a very long night.
* * *
A while later, the Usul girl was finally beginning to calm down. Maybe, she
thought desperately, just maybe I can get him to talk and let me free. "Stan,"
she began awkwardly, then, using a tactic she had once seen when she had gone
through anger management, "How do you feel about your current condition?"
"If you mean being here, horrible."
"If you feel horrible about taking me captive,
then you should let me go."
"I don't feel bad about taking you, I feel bad
that there are people who have to put up with you all of the time." Stan replied,
trying to be a tough guy.
"Now I know that inside you are really a young,
caring boy who just needs loving. Tell me, what was your relationship like with
Stan said, mockingly, "I know that inside, you
are a pathetic little girl who is really a prototype for the new Usuki robot
from the Space Station."
"You just need a little motherly love."
"I'd tell you what you need but I don't curse
in front of girls."
"I am not a girl, I am a lady."
"And I'm the Faerie Queen's Motha'-in-law."
"Its interesting that you mention 'mother' again."
"What do you mean 'again'?" Stan retorted.
"I realize that you have unresolved issues."
"Listen to me Usuki-girl," Starling gasped at
the comment. "You are the one with issues. You are the one who needs love. You
are the one who keeps mentioning mothers. YOU need the motherly influence, because
you didn't have a mother, did you? Did you? Did you?"
Starling began to cry. "It's true! It's true!"
she wailed, letting the tears flow freely down her cheeks. "I live with 3 guys,
and one of them is incredibly tall! No one understands me! My sister is so popular
and hates me! I'm not surrounded with enough estrogen!!!"
"Don't complain to me, kid. You've got the easy
life. Ever been out, begging and stealing for food, not knowing whether you'll
live to see another morning? Always in fear of the Elephante Guards and their
ever-present, ever-watchful crossbows and swords?" By now, Stan was working
himself into a terrible rant. "Do you know what it's like to feel lonely every
single day of your life?"
"Yes, actually," starling said quietly, wiping
the tears from her eyes. "I do. My brothers are always out together. And my
sister's never home. She's always hanging with her friends. I think she hates
"Well at least you've got a family and an owner,"
Stan said darkly. "Nobody wanted me. The sickly, scrawny little Kyrii in the
back of the market stalls."
"What good is it having a family, if they don't
care about you?"
"They probably do," Stan said. "Some families
are just bad at showing it. Plus, you have a newer owner, don't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"Just the way you act. It's classic," Stan said.
"Anyway, your family might just be getting used to Neopian life, that's all.
But, you know, you can't help it if you feel lonely."
Starling met Stan's eyes and saw that they weren't
so different after all.
* * *
For the second time in one night, Stan was prowling a hotel for a young Neopet.
Of course, this time is was a Scorchio boy, and not a Usul girl. Creeping slowly
in the shadows, the Kyrii found the room easily. Before, the hardest task of
finding the girl was getting the room number, but this time he had no trouble-
Starling had betrayed the number of Emerald's room for food. She even gave Stan
the key she had stolen from Emerald.
Slowly, and very carefully, Stan inserted the
key and turned.
As soon as he was in the room he knew where Emerald
was. All he had to do was follow the sound of the loud snores. He crept to the
boy's bed and woke him in a cliché manner he had once seen at the Neopian Playhouse
Theater- putting his paw over the Scorchio's mouth. By doing this he accomplished
three things: 1) he woke Emerald, 2) inspired fear, and 3) he stopped that dreadfully
"Mmmmfph!" Emerald yelled, his voice muffled
by the Kyrii's paw. Looking up and seeing the shadowy figure of Stan, he screamed
some more. "MMMPH! MF MF MMMMPH!"
"Shhhh!" Stan hissed, putting his finger to
his mouth in a gesture of silence. "Calm down, kid."
Emerald was a fool, but he was a wise fool. He
knew that Stan meant business.
"I have the Usul," Stan said once Emerald had
stopped struggling. "If you want her back, give me the ring." He removed his
paw from Emerald's mouth, and Emerald's brain kicked into overdrive- or as much
of an overdrive as his brain size would allow.
"How about we make this… interesting." Emerald
said in his, "rogue businessman" voice. "We can… negotiate. I'll give you half
the ring if you give me half the Usul."
There were a couple of moments of stunned silence
as Stan processed this offer.
"Kid," he finally said, "you have issues."
"Thank you," Emerald said. "I collect old copies
of the Neopian Times."
Stan slapped himself on the head, wondering
how any pet could be so stupid. "Listen, kid, just give me the ring and I'll
set the Usul free. Deal?"
"But I found the ring!" Emerald protested. "Finders,
keepers! Losers, weepers!"
"Just hand the ring over!"
"Fine," Stan snapped. "Foolish boy. I'll keep
Miss Starling." And swift as a wraith, he left.
* * *
The next day, Emerald found himself pacing around his hotel room, muttering
under his breath. The guilt of abandoning Starling was eating him up inside.
I mean, Starling might be loud, obnoxious, egotistical and an all-around pain
in the tail, but he wouldn't want to be left there. Plus, with the exception
of his own sister Ruby, there was no one he'd rather banter with.
Time was running out. Only 6 hours before he'd
have to take an Eyrie taxi back to Neopia Central. And he hadn't bought a single
He put his sunglasses on, and slung a market
bag around his shoulder. In the bag, he stuffed a Lost Desert Dagger, a Coltzan's
Gem, a Wooden Shield, a Lime Elixer, and a banana. (Hey, you got hungry in the
The sun was barely peeking out on the east,
when he began to search for any trace of Stan. Kyrii pawprints were all over
the Lost Desert, but Stan's were unusually small and agile. He followed the
footprints around the marketplace, pausing when he lost the trail, and then
picking it up again. Finally, he got out of the marketplace and followed them
directly to the front door of the Temple of Sakhmet. Taking a deep breath, Emerald
marched forward. He was going on a daring mission, with Starling as his damsel
in distress, and he as her knight in not-so-shiny armor. I will rescue her,
he gulped, even if it means I may be knocked out in battle. He moved onward.
The first thing that he noticed were the small
Spyders weaving their way about the massive webs that covered the ancient, sandstone
walls. On occasion he would pass by a Selket burrowing into the sand, or a neogylph
from the ancient Sakhmets.
Finally he found what he was looking for: a piece
of wall lighter in shading than the others. Counting how many bricks were in
the lightly-shaded area of wall space, he pressed gently at first, then harder,
on the 4th brick in on the 12th row. He had learned this trick, among many others,
from the old Neopian Times issues he was always reading.
The wall moved back slowly, allowing a small
space for Emerald to crawl through. He did, and found himself in a secret passageway,
leading to the center of the temple, he knew. Easy as faerietastic cherry pie.
Following the narrow corridor he came into a
large, round room with the tiles in the center caved in. "COME BACK YOU FOUL
Emerald smiled; his princess awaited rescue.
"I'm here, my damsel in distress," he called cliché-ly. He had read it so many
times in the Neopian Times that it came out easily. "I've come to rescue you
from your vile captor."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, SCORCHIO?!"
"You know, you should be slightly more grateful
to your hero. I don't have to let you go, even though I'm a big strong Scorchio
"YEAH RIGHT! LET US SEE YOU SLAY THE SNOWAGER!
I WILL HAVE TO SAVE YOU! THEN WE WILL SEE WHO THE BIG STRONG SCORCHIO MAN IS!!!!"
"I might let you stay there," he called. Emerald
heard footsteps walking down the secret corridor. Stan must be back from stealing
his breakfast, Emerald reasoned. "Dung!" He cursed, running into a shadow-covered
"Oh my little captive girl, Stanny's back."
"Stanny?" Emerald whispered to himself. Maybe
she doesn't want to be rescued.
"Oh Stanny! We have company!"
Emerald knew it was over; he walked out of the
darkness. "I surrender."
Stan walked over to him. "Good choice, kid,"
he said in a nice manner. Then, his voice changed to a stern tone, "Now where's
"Well," Emerald began. "It seems as if she is
down there in that hole."
"I mean the ring, imbecile."
Emerald looked confusedly at Stan. "Get a dictionary!"
"Picking up our captive's habits, are we now?"
Emerald reached into his pocket, but he did not have time to give the ring to
Stan. A group of people were coming. Coming for Stan.
* * *
The Elephante Guards charged through the path. The foolish Kyrii left the
door wide open, Captain Scarab thought with a smirk. For the first time in months,
the temperamental Elephante was feeling… well… happy. Excited. She had Stan
trapped like a rat, and she was that close to achieving her life's mission.
And I'm that much closer to a promotion. I can finally get off these faerie-cursed
streets and do something worthwhile. The King's personal guard. I hear the job
comes with benefits and a really shiny outfit.
The Meepit just stared at her.
"What're you doing here?" she snapped. "I thought
we got rid of you."
Again, the Meepit stared.
"Whatever." Captain Scarab growled. "Let's just
get this over with."
* * *
"Shoot." Stan muttered as he heard the sounds of Elephante feet charging.
How could he have been so stupid as to leave the door wide open? Whatever happened
next, he deserved it for his carelessness.
"Now what?" Starling asked in a high-pitched
squeal. "They're not going to arrest you, are they Stanny?"
"Knowing them, no," Stan said in a low growl.
"They'd probably shoot on sight." "And we'd be caught in the crossfire," Emerald
said in that same growl. "I can't risk this beautiful face being wounded. C'mon,
this face is priceless."
"It's beyond words," Starling said sarcastically.
Sarcasm was the only shield she had when her heart was beating so fast she thought
it would explode. No need for the guys to see her panic.
"There's no other exit?" Emerald asked.
Stan shook his head grimly. "Nope." Drawing
his Cobrall Dagger from his belt, he turned to face the entrance. "So I'll have
to give them one heck of a fight. Leave my legacy, you might say."
"It can't be over," Emerald said urgently. "I
had so many more insults for you planned! We could have robbed the merchants
"Kid," Stan began.
The Kyrii took in a short breath and spoke,
"When life gets tough and a Kyrii's about to get shot, always honor his, most
probably, last request."
"What's that, Stan?"
"BUT WE HAD SO MUCH IN COMMON!!!" he wailed.
"Think about it- you're a pickpocket, I'm a pickpocket; you're a Kyrii, I'm
a…; Well, you're a….oh well. Good luck in battle, mate."
Stan rolled his eyes and ran into the corridor.
* * *
A young petpet was in the corner of the Lost Temple of Sakhmet and had been
watching this whole escapade unfold right in front of him. He had seen the feminist
Usul, the macho/crybaby Scorchio, a pitiful thief, and a fat…well, he thought
it was an Elephante, but he couldn't be sure. But it sure was ugly!
He wandered around as the Kyrii, Scorchio, and
Usul girl were deciding what to do. They had come up with many ideas, but none
of them good enough. The petpet knew he had to help them, they were, after all,
going to be helping him in the future. But, for now, it was his turn.
The petpet stalked around the great circle,
searching for what he knew lay hidden. The object he was searching for was hidden
beneath the sands…it was he who had put it there so long ago.
Digging with his paws, he uncovered a small,
corked bottle. He barely had time to pop the top when the Elephante Guards rushed
inwards and began their assault on Stan. He threw the Slumberberry potion and
hoped it hit the correct targets…
* * *
So the Meepit had misaimed and instead hit everyone instead of just the guards.
Thankfully, the Meepit knew, Stan the Kyrii had a powerful resistance to sleep.
He woke up much sooner than the others and began to pace around.
The Kyrii spoke to himself, "What to do? What
to do? What to do? Should I wake up the little children or take my flight? The
Guards would think they were my accomplices, especially since I became such
good…friends, something I have never before known…with Starling. Maybe I should
leave them, get the Guards off my tail for a while. Then again, isn't it like
betraying them? After all, I ended up on the streets like that. Do I want them
to go through what I have?"
Like a sign from someone who controlled all
of Neopia and its inhabitants came signal. Out of the darkness came a full-grown
Meepit. In all its pinkness and glory it said the one word that made up Stan's
"Yes!" he shouted, jumping on top of Captain
Scarab's overgrown stomach. "I will help them! The 'meep' is truly a sign!"
From below him a deep voice spoke, "Could you
help me help first?" The Captain's voice faded toward the end of her question,
and she fell backwards.
"Well, then, that wasn't what I expected."
Stan was flung upwards by the Captain's attempt
to stand. Tucking himself into a forward roll, he stood up, unscathed. Quick
as lightning, he drew his Cobrall Dagger. In turn, Captain Scarab drew her Engraved
Short Sword. The two faced, and began to duel.
Metal clashed on metal. Stan cursed his stupidity
for the second time that day. This new 'friendship' thing was making him slow.
"You're mine now, Stan!" Captain Scarab raved
in a very cliché fashion. Stan didn't read the Neopian Times, but he supposed
if he did, that would sound like a very Plushieowner-esque line. He wouldn't
be surprised if she started laughing, "MUAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Surprisingly, she didn't. With a flick of her
wrist, she disarmed Stan. The Kyrii cringed as his dagger clattered on the sandstone
tiles. Like another sign from the omnipotent, the fat lady screamed and fell,
revealing Emerald holding a now-Captain-Scarab-head-imprinted wooden shield.
"You know the saying 'It isn't over until the fat lady sings'"
"Yeah," Stan replied, still in shock.
"Well, I couldn't make her sing, but I did the
next best thing."
"That was brilliant."
That was the first time in his life Emerald
had heard those words directed at him. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing.
"We'd best get out of here, mate," Stan advised.
"Looks like the fat lady might come around for an encore performance."
"I'll take the Usul," Emerald said dryly, hoisting
Starling into his arms. As Stan walked ahead to make sure the coast was clear,
Emerald put his mouth near Starling's ear and whispered, "Can your brother do
Emerald spun around.
"Meep. Meep. Meep."
"Don't be so obnoxious. Of course you can come
with us." He leaned in close to the Meepit and said, "I wouldn't want to be
here when bruhilda wakes up either."
"You saved our lives out there," Stan said,
returning from his venture. "We at least owe a good home to you."
Stan nodded. "And that's why he should go with
you… what's your name again?"
"Emerald. You seem like the type with a nice
home, a loving owner, and," he glanced at Emerald's stomach, "enough food on
the table. You take the Meepit."
"Okay!" Emerald said, overjoyed. He had always
wanted a Meepit! "So, little buddy, what's your name?"
"Ventratta? Welcome to the family, Ventratta.
Let me warn you; my sister Ruby's a grouch when she hasn't had breakfast. And
her mane is no laughing matter…"
"I didn't know you spoke meep-ish, mate," Stan
Emerald shrugged. "I never knew either. One
of my natural talents, I guess. Just like my super strength and my dazzlingly
"You keep telling yourself that," Stan said,
rolling his eyes.
And with that, the Kyrii, the Scorchio carrying
the Usul and the Meepit walked out into the setting sun. (So it's midday. Who
* * *
"Lay her down here," Stan said. Emerald obeyed. They were in Starling's hotel
room, surrounded by her plushies and Usuki dolls on the floor. "Let's get out
of here," Emerald said dryly. "This place is freaking me out."
Emerald let Stan leave before him. Right before
he left he turned around and looked at the Usul. "Goodbye, stupid Usul girl.
I'll miss you." Emerald continued on his way out the door, being sure to lock
it so that nasty thieves wouldn't get into the room.
"Listen, Stan," Emerald said. "I was, well,"
he pulled out the ring from his pocket. "Here," he said, giving the ring away.
The ring was his chance to lead the daring life he had always wanted to lead,
as a rogue and an honest thief. This was his ticket into a life of adventure.
But it wasn't his ticket. It was Stan's, and the Kyrii deserved it much more
than he did.
"Thanks," Stan said. "You know, Emerald, you're
Stan chuckled. "You've got street smarts, kid.
Keep 'em. Don't let the domestic life in Neopia Central keep you down. You've
got potential, kid. And if you ever decide to leave the city, know that my door
is always open to you. That is, of course, assuming that my current lodging
actually has a door."
"Thanks," Emerald said with a smirk. "Thanks
a lot. Anyway, we'd better get out of this hotel before the Sleeping Beauty
"Yeah, I don't want to see her reaction when
she sees her hair after that ordeal."
* * *
The next month, Emerald was still being grounded for wasting Rider's Neopoints
and not getting those Ummagines. One morning, he was reflecting on his adventures
in Sakhmet. "Y'know, Ventratta, I kinda miss that Usul girl. She wasn't so stupid
Emerald felt someone about his sister's weight
sit down on his bed. "Hey Ruby," he said solemnly.
"You know," Said a familiar but unrecognizable
voice, "my brother couldn't have carried me all the way from the lost temple
to my hotel room. Believe me, when he heard about how strong and manly you were,
he tried it."
Emerald smiled. This was the beginning of a
most beautiful friendship.
Authors' Note : No Meepits were harmed in the making of this story. A few
Elephantes, maybe, but no Meepits.