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The Neopian Times Week 27 > Short Stories > Just an Ordinary Day

Just an Ordinary Day

by drakonelemental

Steel clashed on steel as Jub Jr. swung his sword around in the fiery Battledome, trying to achieve his fifth consecutive victory... a loud clang rang out as Jub Jr.'s sword cracked into numerous pieces, and he knew it was all over when he saw the stream of red flame making a beeline for him

Magronan closed the book. He sighed in distress as he slumped in the chair. He was naturally bored, and 3vil was napping among the masses of discarded Neocola cans, feeling almost among family. His owner, Drakon, was out shopping, hoping to sustain Magronan and his near addiction to Cherry Neocola. 3vil turned over in his sleep, crushing one can, and tearing another. Well, one thing was for sure. Today was just an ordinary day. Magronan picked a book off the shelf, leafing through it. He'd read it, and didn't enjoy it much, so he put it back as he began to pace. What was there to do? He could snack on the jelly room, or he could go out for a walk. It was better than sitting inside, gathering dust. He poked 3vil to wake him up, and placing him on his shoulder, he scribbled a barely legible note to Drakon, and walked out the door happily.

It got worse. Magronan hardly made it to the park near his house when it started raining. His Zafara tail stopped playing with 3vil and he cursed loudly. This got him some strange looks from nearby carefree pets, but they soon scattered feeling the cold droplets on them. Magronan, however, was unusual, and sat back, enjoying the rain. It was like a shower. Well, minus the soap in the eyes and the luxurious feeling of hot water. Enjoying the feeling, Magronan drowsed off.

Meanwhile…

Kauvara surveyed her magic shop. An Elephante reached up to grab a glowing faerie from a shelf, emitting a stench horrible enough to kill a plant to the misfortunate Chia beneath her. The Chia didn't seem to mind, however, as it calmly scampered up the back of the Elephante to pluck the faerie away. In fact, the Chia manoeuvred around the store, taking faeries away from the slow pets unable to beat him to it. He also grabbed some tornados in a bottle, and some slippery floor potions. But his main aim was faeries. Kauvara was worried whether that Chia had enough to pay for the faeries, and her suspicions that he didn't were confirmed soon when he threw three tornados in a bottle and a slippery floor potion to the ground and fled. Kauvara gave a shrill cry for help, and fell to the floor in an anti-climatic stunt.

Magronan looked around for the cause of panic, but he couldn't see it. A shrill cry had awoken him from his nap, and Magronan didn't like that. He stood up, dazed from the cold, and was knocked down to the cold, wet ground seconds later by a fleeing Chia. A loud clunk was heard soon after, and Magronan looked to his left to see the Chia face first in the mud, head right against the tree trunk.

That's what that loud clunk was, thought Magronan as he lapsed into unconsciousness...

When he came to, he was in a room full of Shoyrus, wearing trench coats with magnifying glasses sticking out of the pockets messily. How cliché, thought Magronan. They must be detectives. His thinking was interrupted soon after, though, by one of the assumed-to-be detectives speaking.

"Congratulations, you lucky Zafara. What's your name?" inquired one of the assumed-to-be detectives.

"Magronan," Magronan replied.

"Well then, you're extremely lucky, Magronan! You've just caught one of the greatest criminal masterminds to date, right as he was running away from his latest robbery at Kauvara's magic shop. If it wasn't for you standing there dazed, he would've never tripped and fell into the mud. I suppose you'll be happy to know, then, that Chicoree the Chia is safely tucked away in his little niche in prison."

Magronan blinked. He had heard every word the assumed-to-be detective had said, but he didn't quite get it all--he had caught one of the greatest criminal masterminds? Wow.

Hours later, Magronan stumbled home amazed, holding his bottled faerie in one hand and his blue sugar rush in the other. He had yet to fully decipher what all had happened that day, but he was glad to see Drakon at home, pacing back and forth worriedly. Opening the door and walking in, Magronan retold the whole of that day's events to Drakon. Going through three Cherry Neocolas in the process, Drakon listened with interest and suggested selling the faerie. Magronan refused, though, as he liked it, and he needed a new night-light.

The rest of the day passed by quickly, Magronan playing games with Drakon, and drinking more and more Cherry Neocolas, but eventually it was time to go to bed. Magronan brushed his teeth, and as he rolled over in bed, holding the blanket close, he realised something

There was action, adventure, and pets getting into the mix. Today was truly an ordinary day.

The End

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