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Clad in their new colorful, majestic capes, and armed with
their new weapons, Sebastian the Lupe, Rosie the Ixi, Albert the Chia, and Harriet
the Aisha began to search around for disturbances in the typical writing cycles
of the Mystery Islanders.
They passed a starry Zafara under a palm tree,
chewing on her pencil. "What seems to be the trouble?" Albert asked her.
"I can't think of a good ending for my limerick!"
she whined, tapping her pencil impatiently on her notebook.
"Well, how does your limerick go?" asked Harriet.
She took a deep breath, and began.
"There was a Kiko from the Isle,
who hated Markus the Vile.
Markus showed up one day,
and scared that Kiko away.
Making her jump right in the river..."
"Hmm. That is a toughie," pondered
Harriet. "What rhymes with Isle?"
"We must be getting close," said Albert. "I
can almost see the strain on Harriet's brain."
"Oh, she's not strained. She's just naturally
dim-witted," Rosie mentioned, watching as Harriet scratched her four ears in
turn.
"Still, that Zafara's brain has to be weighted
by something. We must be close," said Sebastian. "Be on the lookout, guys. C'mon,
Harriet!" he called back to the Aisha.
"Oh! I've got it! Bile!" Harriet cried.
"Harriet!"
"Coming!" shrieked the little Aisha, as she
ran to catch up with the other three.
They trekked along. As they passed through Mystery
Island, they began to notice numerous crumpled papers in the garbage cans lining
the streets. The closer they got to the harbor, the more papers there were in
the garbage cans. At house #19206, in fact, a garbage can had fallen over and
many crumpled papers were strewn across the road.
"Looks like the works of a Writer's Block,"
said Harriet, reaching into her quiver for a quill.
Sure enough, when they came to the Mystery Island
Harbor, a slightly-smaller-than-the-first-Writer's-Block-but-still-pretty-big
Writer's Block sat, soaking up the Mystery Island sun. "Good morning," it chirped
happily.
"Prepare to meet your doom, blockhead!" yelled
Sebastian, pulling out a gun from his utility belt.
"Wait!" cried Harriet. "Don't shoot yet! Maybe
it's a nice Writer's Block."
Rosie rolled her eyes. Albert groaned. "There
is no such thing as a nice Writer's Block, you moron!" he said.
Harriet ignored Albert's comment, and approached
the slightly-smaller-than-the-first-Writer's-Block-but-still-pretty-big Writer's
Block. "Hello," she said. "How are you? Are you a nice Writer's Block?"
Sebastian made an odd sort of noise that could
be classified under total repulsion.
"Hello, little Aisha," said the Writer's Block.
"Yes, I'm a very mannerly Writer's Block, but I don't think I'm particularly
nice." The Writer's Block eyed the crumpled papers on the streets. "I've caused
so much pain... you just don't know how much pressure is put on us Writer's
Blocks to be as terrible and brain-draining as possible..."
"Oh, joy! There's nothing better than an overly
dramatic hunk of igneous rock," said Albert.
"You poor thing!" cried Harriet. "Hey! Why don't
you be on our side?"
"HARRIET!" cried Rosie, Sebastian, and Albert
in unison.
Harriet turned to her three companions. "Why
not? You're a nice Writer's Block, aren't you, Spot?"
"Spot?" muttered Sebastian.
The Writer's Block choked. "S-Spot? Nobody's
given me a name before. They just call me #190455 back at home..."
Albert turned to Rosie and Sebastian. "Maybe
we should get that rock on our side. He might have some information for us,
like where he came from, and... and..." Albert looked up at 'Spot'. "Hey, Spot!
If you're going to be on our side, stop with the brain-drains!"
"Oops! Sorry," replied Spot, bashfully, and
an instant later, the air around everybody's mind felt a bit more breathable.
Albert scratched his head. "That's better,"
he said, turning back to Rosie and Sebastian. "As I was saying, having him on
our side could have many benefits." Rosie and Sebastian nodded. Albert turned
to the Writer's Block. "Okay there, Spot?"
Spot nodded.
"We've decided that you can join up with us,"
Albert said.
Spot's already misshapen face twisted into what
might have been called a smile on his home planet. "Gosh! Thanks so much!" Little
tears streamed down the rock's face, making rusty lines along his cheeks.
Harriet hugged her new pet rock. "Yay! Will
you give us a Snorkle-Back ride, Spot?"
And so, when Jay had rejoined the group again,
the six were off. Spot leapt across the countryside of Mystery Island, making
houses shake, palm trees shudder, sending even the Tiki Tack Man a good five
feet off of his chair.
Spot landed in a deserted part of the island,
on three palm trees, squashing them flat to the ground. The League hopped off,
followed by a rather wind-blown and flustered Jay. They sat down, watching the
waves of Neopia's ocean.
Jay stood up facing the League and Spot. "I
have news. I have received word that the evil space station is in close contact
with Neopia. We cannot let it get within orbiting range or else..." Jay motioned
with his paw across his neck.
Harriet gulped.
"Neopia's Space Station has agreed to lend us
one of their Starhoppers for a week or a month or however long it takes. I have
already made special arrangements to accommodate Spot. Your luggage has been
packed away and onto the Starhopper already. I have no idea what kind of new
foes are on that new space station, but Neopia is under attack and it is up
to you four to stop this new evil," Jay finished.
Nobody spoke.
Finally, Spot broke the silence. He burst out
into loud sobs. "You... you guys… are so brave," he cried.
"We know," said Sebastian in a monotone.
***
Meanwhile, in a space station far, far away...
"Gather up your armies! We attack tomorrow,
at 14:00 hours!" roared a dark shape from the top of a tall platform overlooking
many different creatures. Among them was the King of the Writer's Blocks.
"Sir, yes, sir!" cried the creatures simultaneously.
The dark shape saluted, and turned back, muttering
to himself. "That League of Authors won't be able to stop me now.. I shall rule
all of Neopia! Nobody can stop me now, for I am... eh, we'll save that for the
next chapter."
To be continued...
Uh-oh! Looks like somebody needs a time-out! Who is this mysterious ringleader
of evil? Will the League of Super Authors along with Jay and Spot be able to
stop this space station from destroying Neopia as we know it? And not to mention
George! Find out in the next thrilling chapter of the League of Super Authors!
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