Never Wish to Fly: Part Three
Glia was now up in the air. This was great! Sure, it was
hard work getting into the air, but now that she was up, she could simply glide,
wings outstretched. She soon saw Mystery Island coming into view. Glia sped up,
trying to get there faster so she could rest her now aching wings. The island
was now close enough to land on, but despite her sore wings, Glia couldn't help
but show off to the bystanders on the beach. She did a couple of twists and flips
in the air. She stopped paying attention and nearly had a nasty collision with
the ground in front of Neopia's arcade, appropriately titled, "The Games Room."
"You should be more careful, you know!" complained
a green Grundo.
"Oh, sorry! I guess I was showing off but wasn't
paying attention!" apologized a sheepish Glia.
"Well next time, be more careful! You nearly
crashed into the ground!"
"I know..." Glia remembered the quest that she
was on and that she could only fly until noon tomorrow. She had no time to be
lectured now! She decided to test her luck since Grundos were a space species,
originally free for adoption on Virtupets. Perhaps he would know something about
the map piece! "Say, would you happen to know anything about a space map?"
"A space map, you say? Hmmm..." The Grundo stood
there, trying to remember if he had.
Glia impatiently tapped her foot. "Um... I don't
mean to sound impatient, but I'm sort of on a time limit..."
"A time limit? What, are you on a Brain Tree
quest? I thought he only asked for information about people? Ah, I guess he's
just decided to change things up and--hey! Wait a minute! Where are you going?"
Glia was now storming away. Obviously, this Grundo knew nothing! He was simply
wasting her time!
She started walking down the street but was
pulled into the dark alley next to the arcade. A dark figure had a strong grip
on her front leg.
He spoke in a low, husky voice. "I heard you
talking about the space map with that Grundo over there." The figure made a
gesture to the Grundo, who was still standing there, looking somewhat lost.
Glia drew her breath in, excited. "You mean
you know something abou--" She was interrupted.
"You must NEVER talk about that map with the
wrong person!" said the figure threateningly, pressing her tighter against the
brick wall. Glia was becoming intimidated. Looking out of the alley frantically,
she noticed that no one was around! What a terrific time to be alone! "But no."
The figure released her from his grasp and turned his back. "I don't know much
about it, alone that it exists." Glia sighed. At this rate, she was never going
to get anywhere! "However," the figure continued, "I know someone who does have
the information you seek."
Glia hoped the figure was serious. "Can you-can
you take me there?"
The figure shrugged from beneath his dark, hooded
"What do you have?" he snarled.
"Well, I--" Glia was desperately trying to think
of something worth value that she had with her to give, but before she could
think of anything or even finish her sentence, some muscular mutant pets grabbed
her backpack, tossing it to the figure, and slammed her back against the wall!
Restrained, she fought to free herself.
The figure dug through the bag, luckily not
finding the small, half-hidden zipper to the section where the map pieces had
been folded and stored. However, he had found the gem! Glia couldn't believe
she had been dumb enough not to hide it better!
"Ah." The figure held up the gem in front of
him. "Isn't it great when two people can trade to get what they want?" He slipped
the gem into his pocket. Just as he turned to leave, he flung the backpack back
to where Glia was standing. "The other contents of this bag are useless to me,
but I shall sure enjoy this 'generous present'." He laughed manically, resembling
the scientist only a little bit earlier that day. "Oh, and before I forget!
Island Mystic. Say Scepton sent you."
"Scepton?" Glia tried to question.
He glared. "I don't repeat myself. Now, begone
out of my sight before my henchmen help you," he growled menacingly.
Glia grabbed her backpack and sprinted out of
the alley, headed to the mystic.
"What do you mean I can't leave?" demanded Pangra.
"Please," pleaded the robot. "You-must-save-Ne-o-pi-a."
"Save Neopia from what? At least explain yourself!"
The robot began his story, sounding as if he was playing a sort of recording,
and speaking more normally. "Back when Virtupets was created, there was a map
made of it. This map was given to a scientist. Then a different scientist came
and stole two of the pieces. This other scientist lived in the Haunted Woods
and had been ordered to steal these specific pieces, since they had Kreludor
on them. He had been instructed by none other than Sloth. You see, Sloth now
had a plan; he needed those pieces back for it to work. Sloth disappeared for
a few days after he concocted this plan and began constructing a machine."
"What was the machine for?" asked Glia, becoming
very interested in the plot. The robot ignored her question and went on.
"He was at it again with this plan, attempting
to end the neopets race. The plan was to make Kreludor crash into the whole
of Neopia. With this new machine Sloth could control the orbit of the moon.
However, in order for this machine to work, it would need both of the map pieces,
along with a piece of Kreludan cheese."
"But, to find just the right kind of cheese,
the map was needed to show the layout of the moon. Sloth sent his minions, and
they came back with the cheese. That was two days ago. After the cheese had
been placed into the machine with the map pieces, Sloth had control of Kreludor.
But he discovered one flaw with the machine. Although the moon's orbit could
be altered, reversed, and even stopped, Sloth could not make it go faster. A
flaw in the cheese, most likely."
"So let me clarify: the moon's orbit has been
altered to crash into Neopia? How long do we have?"
The robot's voice became the same mechanical
one that he had used earlier. "I-would-say-un-til-noon-to-morr-ow. But-we-can-not-do-an-y-thing-un-less-we-have-those-map-pie-ces."
"I thought the map was needed to operate the
Pangra groaned. No one was going to make this
easier for her, were they? "Do you have any idea where they might be?"
Almost as if on cue, footsteps were heard coming
down the metal hallway. A large Grundo poked his head into the room. "Hey! What
are you doing in here?" angrily demanded the Grundo.
"Ah, welcome to my little hut! Ahh, I guess
you came here to have your fortune told! Well... here it is: You suddenly realize
that you must paint your left ear gree--"
"No, I'm not here for that!" complained Glia,
newly arrived at the mystic's hut.
"Oh, so you're one of those kids who come to
complain about me not using the word kyrii in your wisdom, huh? Well, when the
time is right, I'll--"
"No, I'm not here for that!" Glia repeated,
becoming testier by the minute. After the day's earlier events, she didn't have
much patience left. She just wanted a straight answer from someone!
"Ok, then what?" asked the mystic slightly irritably.
"Scepton sent me," she stated matter-of-factly.
There was a shocked look on the mystic's face, but he calmly handed over a small
slip of paper with a Haunted Woods address on it. "That's it?! No information,
just a piece of paper?"
The mystic shrugged. "All I was told was to
give this to the first person who was sent by Scepton. It's been in storage
here since..." Glia gave a flying leap, trying to get a head start on her way
to the Woods. Once in the air, Glia grumbled. All this trouble just for a piece
of paper? Hadn't this Scepton heard of a safety deposit box before?
After an hour's flight (which is a long time
to be in the air, if you've just gained wings), Glia finally landed in the town
square of the Haunted Woods. It had only been dimming outside, but with all
the trees, it looked almost like it was late at night. She wasn't even sure
that it was evening until she heard the large clock boomingly chime eight o'clock.
Wow, the time had flown by fast! It seemed almost like mere minutes ago she
had been running home from the ferry dock on her way home from school. Searching
around the town square and asking some locals, she found an entrance to the
woods, where she guessed this house was located. What would she find there?
To be continued...