The Golden Domar-Part Four

by Dr. J. Human (As told to by pookieiii)

Jamie the Human, his wife Maria, Prof. William Washpot, and the rest of their group went 2000 years before Neopia's leader Borovan came to power to investigate the legend of Erika the Golden Chia, the Golden Sword of Domar, and the evil Dogaicers. The Chieftain of the Golden Chia's was slain and now Erika is leading her people away from the valley they lived in for generations. In the meantime, in the Plain of Ultimate Good, some powerful people are storming mad...

Taplatlakettle, the Chia war god, was in a rage, as normal. But he was in a particularly bad mood. "What are they doing?!" He demanded to Moriadab, the Dogaicer goddess.

"I wouldn't know. They don't worship me. They've abandoned me. I tell you, it's Shaitan's work." She sobbed, shining tears falling on her gown.

"I'll tell you what they're doing. They're slaughtering the Golden Chias and my people, too!" Morsheena cried. The Saint Peter was trying to keep everyone calm.

"Now, I know the Shadow Faeries are being destroyed. And I know that Wrath told his people to stop believing in Moriadab. Now, where's High Faerie Mother Gain?"

"My sister won't be joining us." Morsheena said crossly. She stretched her wings. Unlike most Faeries, Shadow Faeries were the size of men.

"She hasn't had a good foot-scraping in years---"

"Enough!" Peter cried. "There is a very nice Nimmo nun who is about to choke and I need to get back to Gabriel and the Gate as soon as possible."

"Wait, I'm here," Gain said. If you were to put her and Morsheena side by side, you would never be able to tell they were twins. Gain looked much older, frailer, hadn't been out of her palace in years. She had this sense of despair around her.

"Moriadab, I demand that you remove all blessings from the Dogaicers. They no longer believe in you, you are no longer their Goddess. You are now the Goddess of Wealth, and the Forbidden Mines where NP are mined shall now be called the Mines of Moria. Taplat, I want you to get all the Chias to rise up and help your favourite tribe, the Golden Chias. I want all of you to bless the Chias, now," Peter demanded. Taplatlakettle mumbled something, and then he was done.

Scholar and Warrior, the twins, each blessed them. "I bless the Chias so one of them will always be one of the smartest there is."

"They will be small and hard to hit. This will come to their advantage." But when it came to Moriadab, she started sobbing.

"The Dogaicers don't believe in us. We can't affect them!"

"But we have the Golden Chias. They believe in us," Peter said.

"Oh, great, my nine o'clock Korbat is here. Well, got to go!" Peter said, and he was gone.

"There's a good chance the Dogaicers will win," The Uber-Light Faerie said.

"I'll do something about that," Morsheena said.

"Don't you dare!" Gain cried.

"You must let them fight."

"I'll Mutate."

"You wouldn't."

"I would...."

We were all walking in the mountains, hoping no Dogaicers would get to us. It was agreed that we needed someone to help us. Skeiths were too untrustworthy (why one runs the bank, I don't know), and Cerepuls would be hard to convince. Then Prof. Washpot, smartest Chia alive, said that Wockys would be good. He put two furry fingers in his mouth, and then gave out four shrill whistles. Five minutes, he did it again. It didn't take long until a series of whistles were returned to us. In no time we heard a marching call: "Daylar clan's the best!"

"You're right!"

"Better then all the rest!"

"You're right!"

"We have..."

"Loyalty!" A row of yellow Wockys marched toward us.

"We have---" "Bravery!"

"Who are we?"

"Daylar Wocky Patrol---is here!"

"Impressive," Maria nodded, as the Wocky's saluted with their tails.

"We need protection from Dogaicers."

"Ahh. They'll get to ya soon." The Wocky in a blue Lieutenants uniform said. He was Daylar. "Hmmm?"

"Well, you've been blowing your chops off for the past 'alf 'our, the blighters'll get to you in a blink," he said offhandedly.

"Well, wot do ya know, 'ere they come now." There were a lot more Dogaicers then us. Immediately, 'alf, I mean half, the Wockys took their shields and surrounded Erika, Maria, Myself, Asher the Chia, Zanitika the Mystic Aisha, and Prof. Washpot. Crater the Lupe was running straight into the fray. Thundertail the Cerepul took the Golden Sword and ran into the mess. The Golden Chias took cover and started throwing spears. We would be far outnumbered, though.

"Technology over manpower!" The Prof. cried.

"We learned that back in the second World War!" Maria smiled. She reached in her backpack and took out a Rainbow Frost Cannon...

She tossed a Rainbow Flash to Thundertail, who tossed the Golden Sword to Luit. Daylar. The Rainbow Flash did a world of good, so did the Frost Cannon. But Daylar, chopping and slicing and thrusting and parrying, was the main show. In the end, there were no Dogaicers standing...

Peter was drinking coffee when Taplatlakettle came up to him. "How'd they do, Taplat?"

"Excellent. No Dogaicers were left standing."

"How many did the Golden Chia's lose?" Peter asked. With a pop, three Golden Chias appeared at the Gate.

"Only three?" Taplatlakettle and the Chias nodded. With another pop, about three hundred Dogaicers appeared. They were not at all cute and cuddly, like a Chia, anymore. That's what happens when a soul is disfigured.

"Let us see, we lost three, and they lost three hundred. Not bad....What are you going to do with those ?"

"Well, I'm not going to put them here...I think that Moriadab can use their labour mining NP."

Peter pointed to Moriadab, now dressed in a black gown and a snarl, bitter from having the souls in front of her abandon her. She was holding some Dogaicer sized pickaxes and a long, thin, blacksnake whip.