I fixed this so it's ok, I'll probably post the real version somewhere else
Anyways this chaper is important to the end.
Oh and I don't trust squeeblins....
See ya later Iggyfeathers!
Chapter 31 The End of a Forest, the Start of a Cave
After running for quite some time, they finally came to the conclusion that they had lost Queen Opal in the forest.
“I think we finally lost her.” Kalmar said, breathing heavily from all the running.
“How did you know it was this path?” Janner asked
“Oh, it was a very, very, very slight difference but it was there. I examined each one of the leaves on each path and only this one had a different leaf pattern than the others. Usually things like this, the one that's different from the others is the one that is the correct way.” Sara answered.
They were all walking when suddenly there was a rustling coming from the bushes.
“What's that?” Leeli asked suspiciously.
Artham stepped in front of them all and drew his sword, saying, “Stay back!”and then to the bush ”Show yourself.” The rustling grew louder and then a tiny roundish fluffy ball with a face popped out.
“It's a squeeblin! '' Janner said.
“It's so cute!” said Leeli, walking towards the fluffy little creature.
But Oskar stepped in front of her and said, “No my dear, as cute as the fluffy squeeblin may be, it has the fifth most painful bite in all of Skree. I should know, I once had an old friend who got bitten by a squeeblin, all because he trusted it. If you remember nothing else, remember this, you should never, ever, under any circumstance, trust a squeeblin.”
Oskar said, looking incredibly serious at Leeli.
“Oh, Dear Olster Pembroke, why did you have to trust a squeeblin?” he muttered as he took a little green book out of his backpack and flipped through it to try to find the squeeblin.
“Wait just a minute, you were friends with Olster Pembroke!” Janner exclaimed excitedly.
“Not exactly friends.. but he did come into my bookstore to try to sell these Creaturepedias. But yes, I did know Pembroke.” Oskar said as Janner's face dropped in excitement.
“What was he like? What happened to Sophilia? Is Mr Pembroke still alive? Is he still writing more books? If so, can I see them?” Janner asked, bombarding Oskar with the questions.
For at least two hours Oskar went on about squeeblins and Toothy Cows and such.
Kalmar was standing next to Leeli shaking his head and whispering to her, “I just can't believe these two are geeking out about squeeblins and flabbits at a time like this! Literally there is a crazy evil queen about to attack us and we are trying desperately to get out of this crazy maze of a forest and yet they're talking about flabbits!” Kalmar said, as he put his palm on his forehead.
“In the mighty words of, Sir Yorgen Florgian the 8th.. or maybe it was Yurna Flogen the third. But anyways, someone once said, ‘If you try to catch a squeeblin it will just catch you.’ “ Oskar said, looking incredibly serious like he had definitely seen what would happen if you tried to catch a squeeblin.
“What does that even mean?” Kalmar interrupted, taking his mind off of the fact that they were currently being chased by a queen through a maze of a forest.
“No one really knows…” Oskar said, looking off into the distance like there was something great in the sky.
“Is Sir Yorgen Florgian the 8th, your favorite author? You seem to quote from him quite a lot.” Janner asked curiously.
“Well, I can't say I have a favorite but, yes, Sir Yorgen Florgian is one of my top favorite authors.” Oskar said wistfully, thinking of all the books that he had read under the title of the Florgan family.
“What kind of last name is that?” Kalmar asked,
“The Florgian family was actually one of the greatest writing legends in all of Aerwiar. The whole family of Florgians were writers and poets. They all lived in a small cottage at the east bend of Dugtown back when it was more civilized.”
Then Oskar went on and on and on about how history has not been kind to the Florgian family and how the Florgians were the greatest writing legends of all times. And how if there had been a more civilized culture in literature, maybe the Florgian family would still be here today to write more.
Through Oskar's lectures, Kalmar moaned and groaned for the fact that he now knew everything you could possibly know about the Florgian family, and probably some things he wouldn't want to know too.
“Did you know that Yorgen Florgian, first invented the snot wax candle?” Oskar asked as Kalmar whispered to Janner,
“We had better be at the end of this cave. I cannot take one more fact about Sir Yorgen, whatever his name is!!! I cannot take another fact about snot wax candles, Janner!!!” Kalmar said, hysterically.
“We're probably almost there..maybe…” Janner replied, getting a little tired, himself, of fun facts about how many ways to stuff a glippfruit. An hour passed as they crunched through green and orange leaves and listened to Oskar go on and on about random fun facts about all of his favorite authors.
When they finally got to the end of the path, it ended at a rocky, gray cave. There was no way out, the only way was to go into the cave. They all walked through the cave; it was very dark, quite cold, and damp. But there was a light coming from further into the cave. They all followed the light through the winding maze of a cave, and they had to duck under several fallen down stalagmites and stalactites.
But they finally got to a little opening. In the cave they turned the corner to see a giant pool of water that was the color of ice. In the middle of the rippling water was a grassy green island rising up out of the water. Rising up from the grassy Island was a castle. It was a bluish purple color, and the whole thing had an opalescent shimmer. The spires looked like fish scales colored with purples and greens and blues, and from the spires were little blue flags waving in the wind. Leading up to the castle were many small stepping stones arranged in a pattern where you could jump from each one to the entrance of the castle. All around the cave were glowing pink and green crystals and bioluminescent mushrooms.
“Wow!!!” They all said in awe, that what they saw in front of their eyes, was beautiful.
Why did I underline the line? Becuse you need to remeber that.
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I'm getting nervous as to why that needed to be underlined...
Also did you find another place where you'l post this story?