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The jet landed on the Tyrannian runway safe and sound. The
Ambassador and the four members of the League of Super Authors hopped off the
jet into the blinding Tyrannian sun. Harriet shielded her eyes with one of her
blue Aisha ears.
J looked at the four small Neopets. He sighed.
"I hope you four know that you are Tyrannia's only hope. A foe such as the one
that lies on the Plateau has never been encountered before, and we have no idea
how to destroy it. Tyrannia's fate rests in your paws," he said. And after a
look at Rosie the Ixi, he added, "... and hooves."
Rosie smiled smugly.
J led the four pets over a few mountains and
through a forest to the Tyrannian Plateau. It was totally silent. Not a single
Pteri flew overhead. Everything seemed normal except for the silence. The only
thing that was odd about the scene was that in the middle of the Battledome,
a large slab of granite stood.
"We have no idea where it came from, or who-
or what- put it there. It's up to you four," J said. "I suggest you start investigating
immediately."
"What are you going to do?" asked Albert.
J straightened his tie. "I'm just going to pop
on down to the Tyrannian Cafe for a spot of coffee. I'll see you four later,
so good luck on your mission. Toodles!" J said, as he flew away quickly.
The four pets looked at each other. Sebastian
sighed. "Now what?" he asked.
Albert scratched his head. "Well, I guess we
should investigate, like J said," he mumbled.
The four walked over to the large boulder. It
was large, gray, and to be very blunt, a boulder. "What is it?" asked Harriet,
stupidly.
"A boulder," said Albert in an irritated tone.
"No kidding, but what's a boulder doing in the
middle of the Battledome? It seems very sketchy to me," she said, looking at
it from different angles.
"You fools! I'm not just an old rock!" cried
the hunk of granite.
The four jumped back in alarm to hear the boulder
talk. Sebastian, the bravest of the four, stepped forward. "We know! You're
a boulder. Albert said so," he shouted, pointing at the small blue Chia.
"Argh! I'm not just a boulder either, I'm a
Writer's Block!" yelled the Writer's Block.
"Oh," said the four pets collectively.
Harriet was still confused. "What's a Writer's
Block?" she questioned.
The Writer's Block did not reply, but made an
very deep, odd, rumbling sound that can only be classified as a groan of utter
disgust and pity.
Albert spoke up for the group. "Where did you
come from? Who sent you? Why are you here?" he said, very quickly.
The Writer's Block thought, or at least made
a grinding noise. After a few seconds, it replied. "Where I came from and who
sent me here is my business and my business alone. I am here for one reason
and one reason only: to destroy all of the ideas and thoughts of the entire
population of Neopia! You foolish excuses for Super Authors, you shall never
conquer me! I have already won this battle! Mwahaha!" the Writer's Block laughed
evilly.
"Oh," said Harriet. "Well, I guess we had better
go back home."
"Not so fast! You're in for a surprise! You're
messing with the wrong Authors. Prepare for battle, for we will... will... I
can't think of a catchy cliché!" cried Sebastian mournfully.
Yes, indeed, the Writer's Block seemed to be
winning. One by one, the League of Super Authors felt an extreme weight had
landed on their mind. The 'brain drain' was... oh, what's the word...
It seemed like time had stopped, right in the
middle of the plight. Harriet, Albert, Rosie, and Sebastian couldn't think of
what to do. They couldn't think at all, in fact. Time stopped, and nothing happened...
until the Writer's Block realized it had bitten off more than it could chew.
Literally.
Harriet may be stupid, but when it comes to
ditzy romances and juicy gossip stories, she was the Queen. Her mind whirred
with plots to fight off this new foe with pom-poms and plushies.
Rosie's mind began to fill with thoughts, also.
Reading detective stories had come in handy at last. She began to think of characters,
plots, rhymes and reasons... and the Writer's Block could not stop her sudden
burst of inspiration.
Albert's mind could never be conquered by Writer's
Block. Already thinking of scientific solutions to destroy igneous and porous
rock, he had devised a simple machine, made of a toaster, toothpaste and a empty
can of Musho Mushy Peas, that would melt the rock slowly using hydrochloric
acid made by a chemical reaction in the toothpaste and peas.
Sebastian's mind had proven to be the most useful
so far. He began to think of plots, also. War stories, Alien Invasions, showdowns
in Westerns... all the violence made the Writer's Block cringe. Or at least
twitch a little bit.
"Give up! I'm winning! Give up! I'm winning!"
cried the Writer's Block over and over. The thoughts and plots of the four Authors
was too much for him to handle. He had proven himself not a Writer's Block anymore,
but just a simple slab of granite.
"This is for messing with the Authors of Neopia,
you blockhead! Hey, I can cliché again!" said Sebastian, looking very
smug.
The Writer's Block tried to run for it, but
let's face it. Great blocks of stone aren't exactly marathon runners.
The four Neopets caught up to it immediately.
In perfect sequence, they all pulled out their weapons of choice and aimed them
at the Writer's Block. "Surrender now, or else we will be forced to destroy
you!" cried Rosie.
"With what, quills of justice? Gimmie a break!"
whined the Writer's Block, which was cornered against a large cliff by the four
talented writers.
Rosie jumped onto the cliff-face, and before
the Writer's Block could react, she had ensnared the rock with a long strand
of her Lethal Parchment, which was mummifyingly deadly. Harriet took her Wand
of the Ink Stain, created when the Queen Faerie wrote out her Christmas List
with a dead pen, and covered the Writer's Block with toxic ink.
The Writer's Block howled in pain. "Stop! I
surrender! Uncle, uncle!" cried the rock.
The two pets stopped their attacks. Albert stepped
forward. "Then tell us who sent you here!" he said.
The Writer's Block made another grinding noise
that signified thinking. After a much longer time, he finally responded. With
a quiet laugh, which turned into a chuckle, which turned into a louder giggle,
and finally, his trademark evil laugh. "Mwahahah! I shall never tell! Give up
now, you fools!"
The four pets had had enough of this rock's
little games. They attacked the Writer's Block simultaneously, destroying him.
Tiny showers of harmless Writer's Pebbles filled the Tyrannian Battledome Arena.
"Well, that's that," said Sebastian, cleaning
off his paws from the splattered ink.
Albert sat in deep thought. "There are still
a lot of unanswered questions. Where did that block come from? Who sent him?"
"Will we ever know?" pondered Rosie.
Meanwhile, in a Space Station far, far, away...
"Your majesty, Block #101567 has been destroyed!"
said a rock identical to the Writer's Block the League had vanquished.
The King of the Writer's Blocks, signified by
a tiny gold crown, made a thinking-grinding sound. "This calls for drastic action.
May that silly League of Authors wish they never had been born, for we are going
to war!" roared the King, and he began to laugh maniacally. The other Writer's
Block joined him in the identical laugh of the Writer's Blocks.
"Muahahah! Muahahahahaha! MUAHAHA!"
To be continued...
What will happen next? Does the League of the Super Authors know what they
are in for? What kind of fight will this army of Writer's Blocks be for the
League? And not to mention George! Does a war solve anything? After all, all
you need is love... find out in the next thrilling chapter of the League of
Super Authors!
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