In my magical mirror, I watched the e-gate strain the harnesses
I had put on it. It wanted to grow, to eventually destroy life on that tiny blue
and green planet called Neopia. I pulled on its harnesses, reminding it to behave.
I could only keep this up for another two weeks. I was already beginning to feel
"Show me the evil one," I commanded my mirror.
A picture of Sloth's repulsive features appeared on its surface. The despicable
slug was attempting to brew more transmogrifying potions. The one on his stove
right now seemed to be something that would mutate an Elephante. Eww.
His office was just what you'd expect of that
of an evil genius bent on world domination. The stone walls displayed several
works of art… yeah right! They were pictures of various Neopians, (Judge Hog,
myself, my boss, and Kauvara, among others) cowering under the might of Dr.
Sloth. Talk about wishful thinking! The sounds of liquids boiling and paper
crinkling could be faintly heard. His tables and workbenches were littered with
transmogrifying potions and plans for taking over the world. I was pleased to
see that many of them involved battling me. I had dedicated my life to fighting
this scum. I was glad that he was frightened of me.
What really interested me were the blueprints
of something that looked suspiciously like an e-gate. Bingo. I had the proof
I needed. Now if I could just show it to the boss… but I couldn't. I couldn't
travel all the way to the boss's place. I could only control the portal from
within a three-mile radius. Those NeoPets needed me.
I had to hold onto that gate. For the NeoPets.
I spoke to my mirror again. "Show me the lost
ones." A picture of the NeoPets emerged from the glass ball's surface. The eldest
pet, a rainbow Uni, was pacing worriedly around the floor. Her owner (known
to humans as Jennifer, known to NeoPets as Ridergirl333) was deep in thought.
The Lupe and the Gelert were lying on various couches. The Scorchio was peeling
a banana, oblivious to the anxiety around him. "Kauvara, we don't have much
to work with here. We think that Dr. Sloth may have done it, but we can't convict
him without evidence! We can't obtain evidence, because we don't know where
his lair is. No one knows where his lair is." A tall, light haired person (named
by humans as Cathy, called Musician in Neopia) was using the communications
system I had set up for her and her friends. "As to whoever's trying to help
us, well, they'd know who's doing this. They'd probably know the enemy's whereabouts,
motive, and so on. And we know nothing about them."
"There is the brown hand I saw," the young Eyrie
said. It is true. I had arrived just in time to rescue her.
Jen snapped out of her trance. "That's not all
we have to work with! If Sloth did do this, out mystery rescuer should be obvious!
Who's been fighting Dr. Sloth from the start?"
"Who's got high levels of both magic and technology
at her fingertips?" The Gelert asked.
"Who's the only dark-skinned Faerie?" the Lupe
thought out loud.
The dim-witted Scorchio looked up from his banana.
"It's Balthazar!" he screamed.
His Uni sister cuffed him gently on the head.
"No, Mr. Pudding-brains! It's the Space Faerie!"
Whew! I was wondering when they would figure
Kauvara sighed. "But we can't seem to talk to
her. She has left the Battledome for a sort of… 'Secret project.'"
Okay, they were stuck in a rut again. Time for
me to use a branch of magic I happen to be skilled at. Dream weaving. I had
already sent the Uni a dream. So far, the only ones who knew about it were she
and her brother. That Scorchio dunce thought that she was crazy.
I knew what I had to do.
To be continued...