(w/ help from cosmic_queen74)
Sequel to Monoceraptor's
Revenge
The sun rose steadily above the land, flowing along side the stream, sharing
its beauty and grace with the joyful kingdom. The sky was forever sapphire and
the stream cried out gleefully as it poured into a clear pool of fresh water.
The sun’s beams never failed to lighten up the scenery and the green grass
sprouted around the palace. All was well about the outside of the kingdom. Inside,
it was hectic.
Maids bustled about the house, cleaning whatever they could; always carrying
brooms and feather-dusters about the castle, even when they were already burdened
with a plate of food.
Royal subjects, like the duke, could be seen ambling about, but if you did
catch a glimpse of them, it’d be best bow before them before they caught you
being “disrespectful” or not doing a proper job.
But the queen was not among these rulers who criticized others for no apparent
reason or only because she could; the queen had decided to walk about the land
with her sack of gold coins.
Dukes and kings and queens of other lands would scold her being out so early
alone, but she ventured to the shelters every day to hand out gold coins she
saved.
But when Queen Kyyoro returned, the true mayhem began.
“Miss,” the plump Quiggle, Governor Inscorrade, called to the queen. “We need
you in the Meeting Room. It’s an emergency – Depridama sent me for you right
away.”
“Yes, Inscorrade, I’ll make it my way to attend.” Kyyoro rolled her eyes at
the thought of power-driven Senator Depridama sending Inscorrade to deliver
the message as if he were her slave.
“Oh, no, Miss! We need you right away!” Inscorrade cried as the queen headed
for the stairs.
Kyyoro sighed. “All right, Inscorrade, I will be there in a moment.”
“Please, Miss – ”
“All right.” Kyyoro changed her direction and walked towards the Meeting Room.
Waiting around the table sat many important members of the Council of Kyyoro,
solemn faced, their gazes on their queen.
Governor Inscorrade took his seat beside Senator Depridama, who nodded to acknowledge
he had given the message well.
Kyyoro sat at the large chair at the end of the table, and waited for someone
to begin telling her what was so important.
Corporal Episcal, the red Wocky, stood and addressed the queen. “Your Majesty,
I’m afraid something has gone terribly wrong. Our neighbouring country, Herongedy,
they’ve declared a war upon us.”
Kyyoro jumped out of her seat. “War? That’s outrageous! We’ve been allies
since – the Faerie Queen knows! Under what request do they pledge war?”
Corporal Episcal took a deep breath. “They have not given us any option but
to attempt to defeat them – they only wrote us a note saying that there would
be a war.”
“Those were the exact words?” Kyyoro shook her head in disbelief.
“Well, Ma’am, there was just a bunch of rubbish. The gibberish goes on for
a whole scroll.” Episcal took his seat.
“Bring me the scroll.” Kyyoro ordered. Bessinia, the Maid Kau, stood and stamped
her hoof. Two Kaus, a blue one and a green one, entered with the scroll. They
each gripped an end of a pillow in their mouths and had the scroll placed neatly
on the top. The Kaus walked the scroll over to Kyyoro, and when she had taken
it, bowed before her, and left the room.
Bessinia took her seat again as Kyyoro examined the scroll. “It was written
indeed by someone in Herongedy – look at the letters.” Depridama stood and looked
at the scroll.
“The letters are thick; anywhere else the letters are written thinly and orderly.
In Herongedy they teach citizens to write like this. It’s almost their trademark.”
“Right,” Kyyoro agreed. “And it’s a riddle – definitely from Herongedy. They
thrive on making silly poems and riddles only they understand. It’s their way;
so they can recognize each other’s writing and riddles and so they never lie,
like their religion says.”
“Can you understand the riddle or make any sense of it?” Episcal asked.
“Who could?” Depridama scowled.
Kyyoro put the scroll down on the oak table. “I don’t understand what they
want to say. What could they possibly want?”
“Oi, Your Highness, everyone’s upset. Don’t take it too hard.” Inscorrade
said kindly. “You have your army ready, Episcal, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Episcal assured him. “My army is preparing as we speak.”
“Corporal, don’t attack until we have things straight. It wouldn’t be wise
to stir up any panic, but we need reliable, trustworthy, intelligence to help
us with this riddle.” Kyyoro studied the scroll again. “I’m giving you the job
of finding these citizens among us, Depridama.”
Depridama nodded. “Just don’t expect me to figure out what on earth they’re
babbling about in that scroll.”
Everyone turned to Kyyoro. “You are dismissed.”
The members of the Council left their queen alone in the Meeting Room with
the scroll. Kyyoro struggled to read a word of the thick print and when she
did understand something, it twisted into more nonsense.
“Oh, Depridama, find us someone who can make any sense of this, before we lose
our kingdom.”
In the land of Herongedy, the monarchy’s meeting was much more pleasant. The
king smiled. “Has the scroll been delivered?”
The king’s deputy grinned. “Oh, the scroll’s been delivered, and I can taste
the terror sinking into to them at this very moment. Only you could have thought
up this ingenious plan.”
“Yes, Max, they’ll be so scared – to scared to fight.” The king cackled.
His deputy Max_Sam smiled dumbly. The yellow Chia waddled to the huge screen
that showed the outside of the Palace of Kyyoro. “Oh, poor things,” he said
sarcastically. “They’ll have no choice but to surrender – or better yet, be
defeated.”
Venishia, a Uni Messager, picked up the phone that sat in the center of the
table and used it to whack Max over the head.
“Eh!” He cried, clutching his head. “That really ‘urt!”
“That oughta shut you up, you lousy blockhead.” Venishia said angrily.
“Quiet!” The king ordered. “Vanancy, go prepare our armies. We may need them
soon. The rest of you, get out of my face. You all disgust me, how you always
fail. This is your last chance.”
The blue Peophin, Vanancy nodded and used its front hooves to hoist himself
up and his tail to wriggle and move forward.
The king smiled. “Almost too easy, Max.”
“Huh?” Max cocked an eyebrow as he rubbed his head.
“Soon, Kyyoro will be ancient. That is, unless – I have a better idea.”
“Oh, really, Sir?” the Chia couldn’t help but show he was uninterested.
“Kyyoro won’t be destroyed; it will be ruled by me.” The king laughed evilly.
“And what about the queen?” Max asked. “Will we destroy or torture her?”
“What, that beauty?” The king turned to his delegate. “Why don’t we buy some
diamonds and paint them blue, numbskull? Everyone respects her. I’ll ponder
what we will do with the little princess.”
“Queen,” Max corrected.
It was then that the king, being too far away from the phone, used his fist
to whack his assistant over the head.
To be continued... | 
