Wednesday, January 30, 2013


 The day was young, but the day was already gnarled, as Fate always did.
Every slab of meat the Alphas placed on the board seemed too sour or not tender enough, and Sir Gilbert was repulsed every time he taste-tested the meat. Amelia didn't know what was the best meat to feed a dragon.
"Why can't we just go to Puff?"Peck whined after a few hours of trial and error.
"I guess... let's go to the Forgotten Valley. Mira has detected his presence there,"Lisa sighed. All the Alphas teleported to the valley.

There, Puff was licking his talons free of grass. The Frost Dragon was surprised at the Alpha's sudden appearance.
Lisa held up her paw, and waves of pink light spouted from it. Puff struggled against his bonds as the pink rope held tight to his white body, but soon he tired and slumped.
Each pink rope dissolved into his body, and Puff fell down with a mighty roar, to sleep for all time.
"Where will we keep him?" Harper asked Lisa. A large lump of scales would take up a lot of space, and most of Jamaa's lands were already full. The Forgotten Valley wasn't really a good place, since many animals lived here, and the Ice Palaces of the Coraxese would just leave his family to mourn over his death.
"To the Ice Palaces Of the Coraxese, we have to go, because a warrior lets his opponents pay respects to their dead," Sir Gilbert said, and raced up the mountains to the north. The Alphas had no choice but to follow.
Getting there wasn't a problem. Finding Puff's family was.
Lisa planned to keep Puff back in the valley before she had to summon him, but her energy was slowly drained by trudging through bitter cold snow. Then, a few proud elder dragons stomped lazily out behind a keep. If they hadn't been hunting, they would have squashed the Alphas flat.
"Hellllooo, little onnnnessss."the elders said, half-hissing, half-whispering.
Lisa wasn't scared by their raspy voices, and said bravely,
"We have brought Puff for you, O Mighty Ones," Lisa summoned Puff, and the elders were taken aback.
"You dare hurt our ambasssaador?" the elders growled, their eyes narrowing to slits.
"Uh oh," Marco squeaked. The two elders were oversize, and Marco didn't want to become Marco the Pancake.

 Both elders reared up, and more dangerous icefire blasted at mach speed from their mouths than Puff's. Harper used a shield of ice to block it, but she barely held it up during the duration of the blast. Finally, she was able to blast the ice shield into the elder's faces, but it took precious time.
"Fine, we shall bury him alive, and pay respects that someday he shall wake up. However, little Alphas-" the elder hissed the word "Alpha" as if they were scum-"-it is dangerous that you have made such an ancient enemy, and any Dragon cannot forget a rivalry. Go for now, but we shall wreak havoc upon Jamaa!"
On that happy note, the elders blasted the Alphas back to their puny little hut.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Son Of Heroes

 Today was the day the alphas were supposed to lure Puff in. However, Sir Gilbert needed to find Parlan a companion so that he could stay away from the initial battle and be safe while not being bored.
So he went to the Pillow Room, where some Jammers were holding an adoption center.
There, there were crying babies, dogs with broken legs, and even a seal that was living in a cage. Sir Gilbert felt pity for all of them, but he knew that they would all get good homes. He was sure.
In a corner, a snow leopard was playing chess with the mice sadly. However, Sir Gilbert sensed he was special the moment he moved a piece. Instead of reaching a paw out to move the piece by impaling the hole inside the piece on his claw and dropping it, he opened up his paw to let some mist move the piece. His queen went  across the board, and helped the rook he already had in place to checkmate the king. The mice squeaked in anger when they saw they lost.
"Young lad, why are you here?" Sir Gilbert asked the small snow leopard. The leopard looked alarmed, and tried to escape to no avail. Gilbert just held him down with a single paw.
" Young one, I am the tiger alpha. You seem to possess some good chess skill there. Say, I have a young apprentice around your age who would like a companion. Would you like to be adopted by one of Jamaa's most important tigers?" Sir Gilbert asked him.
"Uh, sure. My parents were taken by phantoms, I'm afraid they are coming back from the uncharted lands.  My name is Zion. Parlan plays chess, doesn't he." Zion said. Sir Gilbert had no idea how he knew Parlan's favorite hobby, but took his scruff in his jaws and carried him over to the cashier and the social worker.
"I would like to adopt Zion, please."Sir Gilbert said, and gave them a thousand gems. He signed some papers with his pawprint, then turned to the seal in the cage.
"Why is the seal in an enclosure?" Gilbert asked the social worker.
"Well, we found this orphan in a circus, but he seemed to like his cage so we brought him over here. Our orphans are treated like family, you know." the social worker said.
 Soon, they were back in Sir Gilbert's jungle room, where Parlan was waiting while swimming in the river-themed pool.
"Parlan, this is Zion. Zion, this is Parlan. Now, why don't you too play a match of chess,"Sir Gilbert said. Zion summoned a chessboard, and Sir Gilbert lay on his hammock while watching their heated battle.

Sir Gilbert's Race

Sir Gilbert showed his proposal to Lisa.
"You're going to race when we have Puff on our paws?" Lisa asked him like he was a mad-tiger. Sir Gilbert nodded.
"It will build strength, and I want to ask the animals what it feels like to race,"Sir Gilbert told her. Lisa looked doubtful, but signed the contract by dipping her paw in the inkwell and placing it in the "Signature" box. The fresh pawprint on the paper gleamed, and Sir Gilbert could imagine the race trophy sitting right on Lisa's desk. He sighed, and took the paper in his mouth to take to the racemaster.
 "So there, you can participate in the Jamaa marathon now,"the ridiculously mustached wolf told him, tail swishing in the air as he turned in his swivel chair. The file cabinet shut quite loudly as Sir Gilbert's application was lost among the other files. The elm desk shook as the racemaster stood on it to make sure Sir Gilbert remembered his rules.
"NUMBER ONE, YOU CANNOT CHEAT." the racemaster yelled at the top of his lungs, even going so far as to stand on two legs. His tuxedo was so ridiculous with his potbelly that Sir Gilbert wasn't intimidated at all. (We will skip the boring lecture the racemaster gave and get to the exciting parts.)

 On the day of the race, the animals gathered for the lap around Jamaa. Nobody dared talk to Sir Gilbert, else they could get shushed for disrespect. Red flags were set up around the path so that the runners knew where was the path. Straying off the regular path was a forfeit.
"Onnnnn your mark....geeeeeeet set....Go!"the flagmaster shouted, waving the checkered black and white race flag. Sir Gilbert sped ahead, drawing on the energy reserves in his double-looped ring, and nobody dared challenge him. Only a brave, young tiger sped past him, wearing a jersey with the number 7 sewn in.
 They raced past the Jamaa Township river, past the Lost Temple Of Zios southern border, around Crystal Sands (Sir Gilbert waved to his son, Captain Melville), into the sea, around Coral Pathways, past the wolf chasm in Coral Canyons, around Sarperia Forest, past Mt. Shiveer, past the vast grasslands of Appondale and back to Jamaa Township, but the young tiger still kept ahead Sir Gilbert.
Once they arrived at the end, Sir Gilbert was second and only won the silver medal, while the young tiger won a large golden trophy and a marvelous gold medal.
"Mira, why couldn't I beat such a young lad!" Sir Gilbert cursed, and hit the racemaster. The racemaster was too busy stocking up on hot dogs to notice, though.
Sir Gilbert sat down with some pork ribs, and thought as he devoured the juicy meat. Then, he came up with an idea.
 Gilbert walked down the bleachers, and went up to the winner.
"What is your name, young one?"he asked the tiger. Stunned that the godly tiger Alpha would talk to a lowly Jammer, the young tiger coughed up his name.
"My name is Parlan," the tiger said. Sir Gilbert nodded.
"Parlan is a handsome name, Parlan. You are quite fast, and I think you should be my apprentice." Parlan looked stunned. Gilbert nodded.
"Yes, my apprentice. Come with me, and I can make you an alpha,"he said, and gave Parlan a small ring. Parlan's fur shimmered, and he shuddered. Sir Gilbert remembered the day he  gained immortality, and he couldn't understand the old voice of Zios whispering in his mind, but now he could harness the power well. He hoped Parlan would learn too, and not grow to be like Seth.
"Come, Parlan, you have much to learn. Avenging Mira can be risky business, but if you can be my partner, Jamaa may become a better place. Come with me, and glorious adventures await you," Sir Gilbert said. Parlan's eyes glowed with awe as he saw the other alphas chanting his name, even charming little Indiana.


 Melissa is a mysterious one of the Coraxese, and she suddenly appeared in the Ice Palaces of the Coraxese one day. Who is the antlered wolf, and what is her story?

 The Phantom King watched his subjects carefully, squinting in the bright light streaming down the Zios pit.
"How will we destroy Jamaa?" a war veteran asked him, all his legs in casts. The Phantom King grumbled.
"Last time, Marco destroyed our volcano base, now we have many injured phantoms." The Phantom King grumbled again, making his body vibrate.
He saw the younger phantoms shivering in the bitter cold. A puff of snow fell down, and he got an idea.
"Get the ice troopers out! They will ride the snow, and infiltrate the filthy borders of Jamaa! Get them out NOW!" he demanded. The veteran bowed, and hundreds of ice phantoms appeared at his will, and they dissipated to ride the wind. The Phantom King reached to link arms with the Phantom Queen, and they cackled together as they felt the phantoms ride farther and farther out...

 Melissa was bored, bored, bored and bored. She even thought that she could paint Jamaa orange, but that was Peck's idea. Melissa didn't even have charmspeak or any authority that would make the helicopter pilots do her bidding.
 She juggled oranges, whacked the palm trees, checked the pots for rainwater, even dove down the cliff into the sea, but nothing was satisfying  Then again, being a Coraxese outcast that was overshadowed by Shade, nothing was right in life. The riots had forced her into Coral Pathways, where nobody dared hunt because of the twisters that prowled the land. Besides, there were a lot of oddities in the other Jamaa lands, she would rather hide in a place not accessible by teleporting. Besides, it was a link between Crystal Sands and Coral Canyons, just like she was a link between the Coraxese and the Jamaasians. A puny, simple, link.
 Melissa thought she heard something.
"You're not going to get me, twister!" she shouted. No reply.
That was odd for Melissa, since she expected the winds to emerge from the trees and chase her. But instead, her powers as an antlered wolf let her see the frost phantoms riding on snow invisibly. Melissa had to do something, or Jamaa would be destroyed!Besides, something was wrong if she saw snow in the most humid and hot place in Jamaa so far.
"Hey, dingy spiders!" she shouted at the snow.
"Mft?" a frost phantom puffed, and emerged just long enough for Melissa to impale it on her antlers. The essence of the phantom peeled away to rejoin the fabric of time. This angered it's allies, and Melissa ran away laughing. As she wanted, the phantoms followed her.
 At that moment, the Alphas were enjoying some time in the Coral Canyons river, playing with the cool water and fishing for harmless fish. Just then, Melissa zipped by with frost phantoms chasing her.
"Did I just see an antlered wolf being followed by frost phantoms?" Graham asked himself. "I must be crazy."
"Well, it is. ALL JAMMERS, STAY INSIDE AND CLOSE THE WINDOWS. LIGHT A FIRE AND KEEP WARM. I REPEAT, ALL JAMMERS STAY INDOORS AND LIGHT A FIRE."Lisa shouted. The Jammers had no idea what she meant, but went to their dens anyway especially since it was bitter cold.
 Melissa was pursed by all the ice troopers, and was chased as far north as the Ice Palaces of the Coraxese. There, she made her last stand as an antlered wolf.
 As Melissa lay dying, the alphas arrived and finished the frost phantoms off. Even Cosmo's best medicines couldn't heal her, and Graham chanted a spell.
"Melissa, you shall be preserved in rock in Coral Pathways. When trouble is caused here, your spirit will defend the Coraxese." Graham said, and Melissa rose up into the stars, and a new painting was created. To this day, Graham seems to like retelling her story with mist and a campfire.

Sunday, January 27, 2013


 Marco raised the alarm.
He had saw a living, breathing dragon out his window, and it looked angry. The snow-breathing creature's eyes were bright yellow, and it was freezing the hut. Harper was trying to drive it away, Amelia was slashing the icicles and throwing them at it, Lisa was zapping it with light, Sir Gilbert was biting him with jaws of steel, Cosmo was summoning roots to choke it, Greely was becoming darkness to enter the dragon's mind, Keldeo was walking over it with water stilts activated, Indiana was whacking the dragon with bamboo, Peck was painting fire dragons into existence to fight the dragon, Sophia was kicking it, Otto was stomping on it, Ruby was ramming it, Cornelius was biting it, and Edmund was hitting it with his neck, but nothing was working. The penguin egg he had found on the doorstep was growing weaker, and he could barely sustain it.
 "Groara!" the dragon shouted, and icefire poured onto the building. The cold fire scorched and froze the hut at the same time, causing large damage. Marco placed the egg in the cooling fire, and launched himself out the window.
 "Take this, overgrown lizard!"he shouted, and kicked the dragon with his horned feet. The dragon roared in pain as ichor poured from its ugly hide, and the snow dragon flew away.
"Why did the dragon attack us like that? Northern dragons, the ones that dwell in the Coraxese ice palaces, are calm and composed, only attacking when attacked. That is truly odd behavior!" Cosmo shouted as Sir Gilbert tried to break the ice and Keldeo put out the fire. Mira flapped down from the cosmos, which she hadn't done for a long time.
"Greetings, my Alphas, and today I will tell you why the dragon has come,"she said, and gave Cosmo a few more feathers from her spiritual reserves of plume before preening as she thought of how to put her intelligence.
"Well, I have discovered in my dreams that the Phantom Queen plans to use this wonderful Northern dragon, Puff, as a weapon to destroy Jamaa. However, he seems to be a crybaby, and takes a long time to recover from minor wounds."Mira said.
"Then why didn't the Phantoms pick a different dragon?" Indiana asked Mira.
"You see, all the other Northern dragons fit to battle are too sensible and stuck-up to fall for such a poor bribe, as they award a thousand crowns to whoever destroys Jamaa. That is a poor price for such a lush land, I say. Soon, you should see Puff come back. Then, you capture him and place him in a deep sleep to neutralize Puff, foiling Apophis's carefully laid out plans. Do this quickly, or a glacier will overcome Jamaa, and I cannot prevent such a thing without Zios's aid." The Alphas went back to what they were doing as the hut went back to perfect condition, and Mira flapped away to end her briefing.

Sophia and the Rescue

 Sophia was bored.
She had mentored quite a few horses today, but now nobody was becoming a horse. Sophia was just about to go play Jamaa Derby when she heard a cry.
 "Save me! Sophia, save me!" a voice cried in her head. Sophia thought it was Galine in her mind again mocking her race, but when she grazed she heard the pleas again, now more desperate. Sophia meditated, tracking down the source of the pleas.
 She went past the mountains, past the Forgotten Valley until she reached the far edge of the valley. There, two hungry coyotes were chasing a young colt, who had... (wait, was she dreaming?) a blue mane. Sophia's eyes snapped open, and she ran across the land like a bullet, only pausing to drink from a stream.
 Sophia arrived where the coyotes were chasing the colt, and they stopped in their tracks as she picked up one by the scruff, and threw it over the mountain. One coyote down. Sophia turned to the next one as the colt hid behind a bush. The coyote wasn't scared, and lunged. Sophia knocked it away with her hoof.
"We are starving...please, let us eat that colt. The leaf-bare is very hard on us..."the coyote snarled, and Sophia could see that it was as skinny as a rail, skinny for a coyote leader. Sophia shook her mane, and several large cows lay in front of the coyote.
"This will last even a thousand coyotes the entire winter, no matter how much you eat. Take these to your pack, and feast on them all you like,"Sophia said as the coyote took a huge bite. The bite-hole was covered up by skin instantly as it removed its jaws. The coyote smiled her a pretty smile.
"You are generous, pretty one. May the coyotes bless you,"the coyote said. As it lugged the carcasses home, Sophia went over to the colt. The colt was shaking with fear.
"What is your name, young one?"she asked the peculiar colt.
"My name is K-Keldeo,"the colt said. Keldeo had some red feathers stuck in his mane, which Sophia found odd.
"Where are your parents?" Sophia asked Keldeo.
"D-dead. A rockslide crushed them. Will you a-adopt me?"Keldeo said. Sophia gave him some grass.
"Poor one. I am Sophia the horse Alpha, and I will adopt you as my apprentice. Show me what you can do."Sophia told Keldeo in a soothing voice. Keldeo looked confused about the term "Alpha", but he still smiled, and sprayed water from his hooves. He was lifted high above Sophia on water stilts. Keldeo stopped, and fell down gently. Keldeo tossed his blue mane, and Sophia saw that he was a unicorn. The small horn glowed, and elongated into a glowing, brown horn that  cut through rock. Sophia smiled.
"Keldeo, come with me to Jamaa, where no animals eat each other and everyone lives happily in a lush land. I will train you, and one day you will become an Alpha. The Alphas protect Jamaa from the evil creatures, Phantoms, and being an Alpha's apprentice is a high honor. Follow me, for you will not regret it."Sophia told Keldeo. His eyes glowed with delight as he trotted into Jamaa Township to see the animals turn, clapping and chanting his name as the bright sun warmed his cheeks.

Cosmo's Academy

 Cosmo plucked a flower, and sniffed. Ah, was it good. The flower muttered beautiful songs that he would never forget...
"Um, Mr.Cosmo, aren't we supposed to be shearing the satyr?" his bright student Indiana asked him gently. Indiana was a young koala that didn't like the flowers she was supposed to pick in the fields, and wanted to travel Jamaa looking at exotic plants.
"Yes, I guess that the plants just wanted to sing me a song,"Cosmo said, getting out his silver shears and shearing the wool off the satyr. The satyr bleated. He didn't like shearing goats or the more intelligent satyrs, but he needed the wool to make them fleece jackets to study the red pandas on Mt. Shiveer.
 The duo sheared and sheared, letting the wool fall into woven grass baskets. The tropical rainforest, snowy woods, autumn trees and blooming flowers all in the sections around the center fountain danced to the tune of each snip. Cosmo had placed this greenhouse in the back of the alpha hut, where he could divert matter to make it within the redwoods north of Jamaa Township.
 Cosmo and his apprentice Indiana could talk to plants, and picked them after asking permission. Sometimes they spliced DNA to make a new plant, but Indiana didn't like this.
 "Mira is the one who should breed plants, not mortals,"Indiana always said, and Cosmo agreed, but Mira was too weak to do anything bigger than influencing Jamaasians, so they had to breed plants to supply more food to the growing nation of Jamaa.
 After they gathered three baskets of damp wool, they thanked the satyr for his patience, and the satyr wandered into the tropical rainforest. Cosmo and Indiana went into their small "hut" in the rainforest to make wool into proper fleece.

 They washed the fleece first, dipped it in pesticides and cleansing water to kill ticks and fleas, then got rid of the pesticide traces on the fleece. They wove it on the spindle to make soft wool, then sowed the fleece to a rag coat and tried them on.
 The fleece jackets fit perfectly.
 "So what now?" Indiana asked Cosmo. Cosmo led her out, and they walked along the raised wooden walkway around the rainforest, around the autumn woods, and into the snowy forest.
 The cold hit instantly, but the fleece made them feel like they were still in the rainforest. Ice specters cackled at their odd jackets, and threw icicles at them, but the magic of Cosmo's paws kept the jackets intact. When they arrived at the blossoming trees, they took the jackets off.
"Time to study the red pandas on the mountain?"Cosmo asked Indiana, in case she wanted some hot cocoa. Indiana smiled.
"Time to go, Mr.Cosmo,"she said. They teleported to the hot spring at top speed.

 Lava-heated water was nice, but they had a job to do. As Cosmo prepared the rope down the rocky slope of the mountain, Indiana took off her grass tunic and bathed in the water. She stared at the dinosaur frozen in the ice, back when Mira and Zios made Jamaa from the underwater depths of the sea.
"Cosmo, can we take the dinosaur out?"Indiana asked Cosmo.
"No, young Indiana, because the phantoms revived it from a fossil long ago, and tried to use it as a minion. However, it was weak, and they froze it in the ice. Now, it is strong, and it can destroy Jamaa."Cosmo said. Indiana nodded, and looked at the notes scribbled on the rocks instead.
 When the rope was ready, Indiana scrambled to dress, and tied herself to the rope. Cosmo was down below her, but he didn't mind smelling her sweaty paws. Cosmo was talking to the bamboo instead, telling it to bend so that they could see the red pandas. The bamboo bended as if an invisible paw were pulling it down, and the red pandas stared at them with wonder. Indiana was wonderstruck by the cuteness of the pandas, and was so curious about them that she actually listened to Cosmo's blathering about red pandas and bamboo and the delicate existence conjoining them!

Awakening The Bane

Amelia awoke on a bamboo cot. Greely stared down at her, with a normal Greely expression on his face.
"Greely! You're alive!"Amelia shouted, tackling him in a bear hug. As usual, she punched the night out of him, and he coughed up a star.
"Jeez, Amelia, when will you ever learn?"Greely grumbled, but Amelia knew he wasn't angry. She smiled innocently.
"Let me fill you in on what happened since I was reborn,"Greely said, his face turning dead serious. Amelia listened carefully.
"Zios locked me in the cage, but Cosmo managed to get me out of the case after you came back. Sir Gilbert yanked you too hard, and you fell into a deep sleep for a week. However, since I was reborn from your heart, I will die shortly afterward you die. Be careful, Amelia, especially since we have no descendants  Seth is dead, you know."Greely warned her. Amelia shuddered.
"Well, true love always ties with a destiny bond in those old Jamaa romance movies,"Amelia said.
"And after that, both lovers die. I'm serious, Amelia, be careful out there. The destiny bond still works reverse, if I die again, you will be plunged into insanity."Greely said, his tone growing more serious. Amelia nodded. With that happy note, Greely merged with the shadows as he went over the plans. Greely always did that since he was already partly insane...

Saturday, January 26, 2013


 Amelia was angry. Very angry.
Since Apophis had killed Greely, she had vowed to bring him back despite what punishment Zios may lay on him for stealing Shade from his possession. Mourning his death wasn't enough, and she had to consult Harper instead of Greely now for her magic needs, which Harper didn't do as well. Once, she had prescribed a floral perfume for Peck, only for it to dye her rainbow for a week. Or was that a prank? Amelia decided to never get another perfume from Harper's vanity mirror. Her mother was just as sly, sometimes her mother would slip a sprinkle of bad-taste dust into someone's drink.
 Otto was grateful for Greely's sacrifice, but otherwise the Alphas decided that they needed to piece back together his heart for revival. Amelia was ready for the quest to find his heart pieces.
 "Remember the locations: Coraxese Ice Palaces, Temple Of Zios, Coral Canyons, and the Land Of the Dead. Only you can retrieve them since you are the second closest to his heart (Shade doesn't listen to any alpha except Greely, and he is dead), so do NOT bargain for anyone to retrieve them for you. Got it?" Lisa told her. Amelia nodded, and suddenly was in the pit Miroza had been hidden.
 The glinting ruby shard was at the bottom, glowing with Greely's memories of his life in the pack. Amelia took it, and it shuddered. She slid it into her heart for safekeeping.
"That was easy,"she said. Suddenly, a wave of heat came over her. She was dug out, and Amelia felt the breath of summer heat on her neck.
"...and you chose now to come, Firetail..." Amelia muttered, rolling her eyes at how she thought she had found the piece so easily. Shade and Melissa were shredding Firetail's tail feather, but otherwise she had no helpers. Seth was shooting Firetail with shadow bonds to slow him, but they only aggravated Firetail. Amelia squirmed, and turned to bite Firetail's jaws. Bone cracked, and she heard the howl of the Firetail, dropping her into the snow. Amelia twisted, kicked Fireail in midair, and was whisked to where Greely's pack lived.
 Amelia landed on a rock where Greely had seen the moonwatcher, and saw some scarred wolves slinking toward her, eyes full of joys and sorrows of hunts long ago. The alpha male emerged from the shadows, mouth streaked with caribou blood. Amelia decided that Greely's cousins loved caribou a lot.
 "Why are you here, phantom-slayer and traitor-love?" he growled. Amelia was shocked by his barbaric language. She thought all Jamaasians talked English, not the old language they spoke when getting used to English.
"I have come to retrieve his heart shard,"Amelia said boldly. The male alpha threw back his shaggy head in a hoarse laugh, and she now saw his teeth were yellow and sharp, bloodstained from battle.
"He left us, my brother! Greely is a traitor, and one day he woke up shimmering like a god! The next day, he was gone! You are nothing but a scrap of his life, pretty one, and my name is Sentol. I am his brother, and phantom-slayer, I shall blast my wretched revenge on you!" the alpha cackled. Amelia guessed with that taunting voice and ugly scars, he would never woo a female alpha until he died and was replaced by a better successor. The pack cowered in fear as they got ready for battle on the red rocks..

 Sentol was clearly rabid, so Amelia had no trouble to enter his swollen mind to control him, although she had to avoid his jaws. Such a wolf should have been fed to the bears when he was a pup, as Greely had told her.Amelia managed to turn him away using her mind every time he lunged with those foaming jaws, but she couldn't get a blow in either.
"Foxes are such pussycats!" Sentol snarled."They bathe in the sun all day on Giant Jamaasian Mushrooms, and pay no heed to us poor packs! Die, scum!" Amelia clawed him, and blood spilled on the rock. Greely's pack lived in the canyon below the rope bridges of Coral Canyons, where the rock was as fragile as coral, so Amelia had to avoid the crumbling rock. Some said that the rock spirits talked to them. Amelia believed no such tale, otherwise she would have heard the voices as an alpha.
 Amelia bit his dirty hide, and Sentol howled in pain. However, he scratched her neck before he fell down the canyon in a bloody heap. The mists of the deep void below swallowed him, and Amelia swore she heard Moon eat him, as the Coraxese knew Moon lived in the canyon at day and climbed up the sky at night. Amelia was openminded, and decided after Shade died that the sky was big enough for Cithara, Firetail, Moon, Mira, Zios, Moko and Apophis alike.
 The world went woozy, and Amelia fell unconscious from her bleeding.

 Amelia woke being claw-fed (impaling food on a clean claw, then inserting in mouth carefully) cactus mush. There was a grassy hill somewhere to the south of the canyon, where the pack did all their hunting. There, Lentias the dark wolf shaman of the pack dwelt, doing dark magic to lure prey in. It was there the legends of dark wolves emerged...
 "You're quite young for an alpha," was all her caretaker said to her when she woke. Amelia realized that it was Lentias himself. She remembered more.
 Sentol was the omega, and he naturally hated Greely for Lentias's attention. He had forced the alpha, Orikan, to venture down into the mists, never to return. Eroko, the pack beta, committed suicide afterwards for his loyalty to Orikan, eating grass that he had used as a toilet for years. Lentias restricted Sentol's forced rule (he had Orikan swear an oath to let him become alpha after Eroko in public) by infecting Sentol's mate with rabies and making her bite him, but Sentol lengthened his survival time by drinking one of Lentias's failed rabies cures. After that...well, Amelia wrote pack history that moonwatchers would howl about for years to come. Amelia's vision came into focus.
 A shaggy, black wolf that looked a bit like Seth and Greely mashed together looked at her, scars from being seared by Zios when he did magic. Amelia guessed he did magic a lot, because his skull was misshapen, his growth was erased so that he looked like an eight-mooner, Lentias's claws were barely sharp enough to cut tofu, and every patch of fur that wasn't smoking from recent magic had scars on it.
 "Amelia, Sentol forced me to hide the bit of Greely's heart we received in the hill, but I've retrieved it. Here, have this for taking down Sentol. The new alpha and beta are Medenkon and Boras."Lentias said in a young voice that sounded a few hundred years younger than  his appearance. He ate some cactus mush, and handed Amelia another glowing red piece of Greely's heart.Amelia put it through her flesh like it was Jell-o. Amelia winced as she felt a bit of cactus mush fall out of her rib cage.
"Sorry, Amelia, my claws are mush-stained. Good pup Leko brings me mashed cactus every day to sustain my life, since I have no apprentices or successors. Greely was going to be mine, but he left. I also like krill shipped from the ocean." Lentias said, licking his lips.Amelia got up, crawled out of the narrow burrow, and stepped onto fresh,green grass. Flowers danced among the blades of grass, and the fresh canyon wind was refreshing. Caribou grazed silently on the hill, drawn to some sweet scent, and a few pups including Leko stared longingly at their prey. Amelia, however, was thrown into darkness as she was whisked away to another shard.

 Amelia arrived in the small rock shelter Shade had once lived in. Little trinkets and doodles hung on the walls, caked with old dust. The two rocks had Greely+Shade
etched with a sharp claw on them, but the words had been covered with moss. Birds and trees were abundant in the jungle covering the temple, but they stopped around a ring of blood near the cave. The blood was of Shade's, mixed with Greely's tears, both so full of grief that no living thing could live beyond it.
 "Where is the stupid shard???"Amelia muttered as she pushed aside Seth's pup toys. After hours of searching, she found a glowing red shard with the ancient dark wolf legends acting out in it. She inserted it into her heart, not before blowing off the dust it landed in, and walked outside. Nothing happened.
 Amelia was about to teleport back to the Alpha hut to ask for someone to cast the spell to enter the Land Of the Dead, but then she heard a hissing noise. Was Apophis near? A club spike, then a smelly foot, then a bell-shaped solid head appeared. A troll.
 The troll reeked like a mountain of dirty gym socks, with yellow blank eyes, and a leather hide sort of toga-thing. The ears had aplenty of ear hair, and earwax poured from them more often than Amelia would like. Amelia used a spell to block her nose from the stink, and to protect her from smelling like the troll. Amelia stripped its skin off, and beheaded it. Smelly flesh, blood and organs spilled everywhere, and the smelly head of the troll landed on the bloodline. Amelia winced at the dissipation of the troll. She charged through the forest, and broke through behind the Temple of Trivia.
 Amelia went to the river, and drank from the murky depths despite the mythical poison flowing in it. Her wards would protect her from Miroza's memories and Zios's tears. Suddenly, a wind swept her off her paws, sweeping her upward, upward, upward...

 Amelia landed on the empty shore of the stars, and a sparkling star bridge in front of her formed over the Milky Way as she got used to being high above Earth. Amelia blew with all her might, and was blown past the dead spirits,- you can describe what the land of the dead looks like, since it caters to your beliefs, but check the Greely And The Dead stories if you are baffled-, right into the gates of Zios's palace. The floating mask was playing poker with a shabti, also playing chess with it at the same time. Without paws, Zios used the air to bend the pieces and cards to his will, which many specters did,  making Amelia feel uneasy.
"What?"he growled at Amelia as he froze the shabti midmove. Zios was grumpy today, so Amelia asked him where Greely was nicely. Zios didn't seem happy, but told her:
"Look for the cage of bronze, and take him before the tubes suck his being out,"Zios told her angrily. Amelia was suspicious of what he meant.
Amelia walked down a new corridor Zios had revealed in the wall, and she went down it. However, Amelia vowed for revenge as soon as she saw Greely.

 Greely was in a cage if bronze ice, and still a statue. Plastic tubes dug into his casing, bloody water flowing out of him. Amelia yanked the tubes free, and smashed the cage to pieces, chanting a quick spell to send him into his room, where she could revive him.
"Zios, Father Sky, and Creator-Of-Cosmos, I curse you to lose every poker AND chess game you ever play!"she shouted. Amelia was plunged into a sleep as Sir Gilbert yanked her back to Jamaa with magic.

 To Be Ended...

Friday, January 25, 2013

The Giraffe Spirit Stone

 As you probably know, there is a story on the Daily Explorer about the discovery of the Giraffe spirit stone. I will tell the full story from my storybook... Gather around me, reader, and let me tell my story.
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 The Giraffe Spirit Stone

by Amy Jiao

 The phantom map of where the Giraffe spirit stone was stored had been stolen from their sewer base when they had escaped, and the Alphas had to study it thoroughly to translate the runes. When they finally found the location, Lisa went to the Forgotten Valley to find the boulder. (Spoiler Alert: Greely isn't back yet, he is still dead.)The other alphas came later, but by that time a dozen animals were straining to move it. However, not even their minds could move it, since it was made from the heaviest lead Graham had ever seen. While Lisa and Harper went to gather some strong animals to move the boulder, he studied every bit of it until he could picture the entire rock in his mind.
 "Graham, are you done with your crazy ol' calculations?" Peck teased him every day. Graham ignored her sassiness and shook his head. After two weeks of study, he got it on the deadline.
 At that moment, Lisa came back with more animals. By then, Graham was building a simple way to move the boulder while Lisa oversaw the removal of the boulder. So much sweat, and nothing to show for it.He clucked his tongue in annoyance. Why, it was the simplest thing in the world to build a waterwheel on a nearby stream and set up a system of gears, pulleys, and counterweights that could raise and lower the giant rock with the effortless pull of a lever. Sure, it took a few days to build, and Liza kept asking why they couldn’t just get a few more strong animals to pitch in and move the stone in a matter of minutes. Graham tried to explain that she was missing the point — now they could move the boulder up and down any time they wanted, without breaking a sweat! Liza and the other animals weren’t impressed with Graham’s contraption, and they seemed to forget all about it as soon as the giraffes were freed to return to Jamaa., all within the deadline even though Graham didn't see why they needed a deadline.
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 So, he had found a way to crack open stubborn coconuts without his coconut-poker! After crafting it lovingly from bark, though, he found a way to use it; as a sundial watch and a way to impale peas on the point,  and also a way to kill phantoms. Graham now uses the contraption sometimes when he finds coconuts on the beach, and ever since he has been spotted drinking coconut milk and taunting the other alphas that he bet they couldn't slurp a coconut as fast as he could.


 The Spirit Stones were created by the gods, polished by the elves. Once, every animal was free to roam Jamaa, but then the phantoms came from where Mira wept, and at first not even the Alphas knew what they were. All the Alphas coming from foreign or faraway regions, they still had to get settled down as Shamans/Alphas before they could fight, and many were lost. However, here is the story of the Spirit Stones...

 Spirit Stones

 By Amy Jiao (or AJthewriter)

 Mira had given all the spirit stones to the good Jamaasians when the Shamans became Alphas, and because of this there were animals steadily created, unlike Mira's pawcrafted animals. The stones had been mined in the mountains, where the magic heart of the earth influenced minerals, and they had been jam-packed with unlimited spirits. Every stone was polished, with runes on each spelling the animal name and a crude drawing of them. Rams and whales, wolves and crabs, leopards and vultures alike roamed the lands, and even the brutish moles and the arrogant goats walked with the Jamaasian animals. There were even spirit stones for plants, and all the stones were kept deep inside the earth to preserve Jamaa's glory.
 One day, though, Sir Gilbert slew Zios in body, hence Mira cried in grief. The dark "tears", made of the fabric of time, became the beasts called phantoms. They were timeless, dying only when they were unable to survive their battle wounds. Before they could invade, though, they traveled through the sewers to get to the Spirit Vault. Here is a story about the robbery...

 Greely and Sir Gilbert were on guard duty that damp night, and they couldn't stop arguing about battle tactics.
"We fight these 'phantoms' by evaluating their devious plans, then bribing an important leader of the plan to turn against them!" Greely snapped at Sir Gilbert.
"What if we fail? Then we would need to use my plan of advancing and attacking quickly and recklessly, which is BETTER!"Sir Gilbert argued.
"Shush, you're scaring the spirit stones," Amelia snapped at them, her eyes boring into their hearts like an evil math teacher.
"Yes, ma'am," they squeaked, slinking back to guard the spiked door. Amelia sighed, and licked her paw. Suddenly, an ominous feel came over her.
"The phantoms are here!" she yelled, nose picking up the scent of grief and anger, the tears of Mira. Greely and Gilbert rushed to her side.
"See, there are no phantoms," Greely laughed, only to falter when a cyclop-eyed creature emerged, black as the night sky.

 The next few minutes were bloody and hopeless, as there were trillions of phantoms advancing. Blood, ichor, flesh and dust poured on the hot rock, yet the three alphas were losing. Soon, the trio fell to the rock as a phantom general stabbed their hearts, leaving them in critical condition. All the spirit stones except for the wolf, tiger, koala, monkey, and panda Spirit Stones were stolen and cast across the land, but by the time the phantoms had arrived the plant spirit stones had been shipped to Cosmo for study...
 When Sir Gilbert, Amelia and Greely told Lisa what happened, she was devastated and ordered them to look for spirit stones regularly after the war.
 So when they won the war, the animals lived in peace for a long time before Animal Jam went into beta, when the phantoms came back and stole all but three lands. As for the bunny spirit stone, Peck had found it in her colored sand when Mira had came to recruit her.

Miroza's Dreams

 Miraoza thought about all the memories she had as a child while in her sleep. They were bittersweet memories, ones she wanted to keep a strong grip on. All these memories were replayed in her mind as eons passed, and the tree above her prison grew older and older as her memories fed its roots...

 Miroza was born just before Apophis entered Zios's mind. Zios had offered some of his soul for Mira, and using his soul shard she gave birth to the Star egg. The egg was Miroza, and she nursed it in her shrine nonstop before the peeps of Miroza could be heard. All of Jamaa had gathered to witness Miroza's birth, and as she pecked her way into the lush land of peace and animals, Miroza felt the joys and sorrows of millions of Jamaasians stream into her heart, and from that moment on she was as wise as Cosmo, who listened to the vast pool of the plants' knowledge.
 However, as the land grew dark and foul, Mira grew fearful of the scammer group in Jamaa rising, and their partner group, the hackers, and hid Miroza from the naked eye. She even dared wipe the memories clean of every witness to protect her baby.
"Why have you hid me in this pit?" Miroza asked her mother one day when Mira hid her in a pit in the Coraxese ice palaces. The last pure tears of Mira streamed down Mira's beak, and they turned into three kestrels, one red, one blue, one yellow.
"I will meet with the Alphas and Father, Miroza. If I never return... name yourself Daughter Sky. Let these kestrels guide you, and never leave them," Mira told Miroza. Miroza stayed in the pit, relying on a small jar of Greek Fire to warm her. Mira never returned, and after two days the kestrels guided her to the Alpha hut. The bronze-colored heron asked the alphas what to do, and the Alphas told her to stay in the aviary while they fought the phantoms. Miroza played with the owls and other various birds, but grew bored.
"I will find Mother,"she had vowed, and escaped from the aviary on a particularly dark night. It was the Winter solstice, December 21st.
 Miroza hadn't realized it, but the Phantom King and Queen had their eyes set on the only Jamaasian deity left for them to kill. Flying through the clouds, she met a gang of phantom assassins, and gallons of ichor poured from Miroza as she fought them with powers of sky.
 Miroza managed to escape, and went over her memories of frolicing in the woods with the satyrs day after lazy day...

 The Alphas had found her, but she only managed to get healing from Cosmo and the power to bend metal from Graham before the phantoms captured the alphas in a cube of ice, where they fought many legions of phantoms. Miroza had no choice but to flee to the Forgotten Valley, where she defended the elves. The elves died, however, and she went to defend the clans, but they were pummeled to exhaustion and she had no choice but to leave. Miroza traveled day and night, many weeks during the year, yet only witnessed the deaths of many Jammers. Blood stained the grass, and the population went down into the hundreds before the Alphas showed themselves at Jamaa Township, where they defended the stragglers. Miroza was not so lucky as the Jamaasians, though.

 More ichor and blood spilled as she traveled to a safe place, and yet she only destroyed where she stayed. The phantoms chased her until she was cornered in her father's temple, where she summoned her father's powers. However, because he was weak and she was not good at channeling magic, the temple exploded and most of the buildings were ruined. The remaining fell into disrepair.
 Every single phantom channeled Apophis's power, and chains of shadow bound Miroza to the small room, where she fell into a deep sleep.

 Miroza remembered this, and winced. No matter how thick the dust was over her, she still could feel emotion. Someday...she would get revenge on Apophis for what he had done.

Plans and Ideals Part Two

(P.S. Sorry guys that this post was overdue! I was busy and had no inspiration for the few days I stayed away from my blog. Get ready, Greely fans, because he may disappear from the blog for a while...)

 "How are we going to rescue Otto?" Amelia asked Harper, horrified by Apophis's cruelty.
" We have to cut open Apophis's belly to reach him. No rescuing the other alphas, or we may set off the alarm. No even rescuing Marco and Greely." Harper whispered, careful not to let their captors overhear. Amelia winced at the thought of ichor and phantom gunk (Apophis regularly ate his old minions) pouring on her beautiful orange fur, not that she cared, but it would take three hours to wash off the stench.
 "Ready?" Harper asked her.
"Ready when you are," Amelia answered. As usual, she made the mistake of being bold. Harper teleported before she could finish her sentence, and she barely had time to correspond before Harper's spell to make the phantoms think  they had been taken out by their comrades lock her in.
" Get your claws ready," Harper instructed her. Even though Amelia had been with the Alphas just as long, Harper was more powerful and a better expert on serpents. Amelia unsheathed her claws, and Harper did the same. Apophis was curled up in sleep ahead of them, completely unaware of his attackers. Before they cut him, though, some phantoms saw them and shouted," Intruders! Secure all exits, Roger it!" Amelia sighed, and they both lunged fearlessly.
 As Amelia had imagined, ichor and gunk poured on them, but also some of Apophis's innards. They had just enough time to melt Otto's prison with a Brisingr spell before Apophis's belly sealed over as more foul thoughts came into being. Apophis growled, and Greely's case came into his mouth.
"Hand over my little Moko, or HE dies!" Apophis snarled. The other Alphas were now freed and fought the phantoms, but apparently Greely was still in his dreamless sleep.
"Don't hand Otto over, he wants to manipulate you. We will revive him later," Harper assured Amelia. Amelia was brought to tears by how somber Greely's expression was.
"G-Greely, I'll bring you back..." she choked, staring at the bloody ground. Apophis's jaws closed in around Greely, and the wolf was blasted to nothing. The floor cracked around them, and Amelia sobbed her heart out as they came back to the Soup Day table, one alpha gained and one lost forever.

 To Be Ended Happily, Someday....

Monday, January 21, 2013

Plans and Ideals

In my last post, Otto was captured as a hostage. Now, it is past the anniversary of my first story (yesterday was the anniversary), and it is time for the Alphas to make plans about what to do...

 Plans and Ideals

 by Amy Jiao

 All the alphas sat at a round table, careful not to crush their seats. One seat was empty, however, and that was Otto's immense chair. All the alphas liked  him, and without him they felt empty.
" We must rescue him!" Marco shouted, pounding the table and spilling his clam chowder. Graham was eating alphabet soup, and shook his head wistfully.
"Marco, that was an ideal, and we do not do ideals in this case. We have made today Soup Day to clear our minds, not to discuss such a crime as ideals." Graham said. He had his own ideals to purse, but to rescue Otto so quickly was a betrayal of what they had planned. That, was simply an ideal to wipe out the emptiness. Lisa poured plenty of soy sauce and Kung Pow Yow! sauce on her Ramen. 
" We could melt his bonds with the proper spell..." she muttered, paying more attention to her cane and noodles than what she was saying. Lisa's suggestion was good, but Greely shook his head, his armor jingling.
"As far as I know, they've put up metal casing around Otto. We would have to melt it from the inside to melt his bonds, but that would roast him. Besides, they also put him to sleep to properly torture him. They could just freeze him again." Greely was an expert on dark magic, and knew how to turn the phantoms against each other. However, he apparently was befuddled.
" Tsk, tsk. I am not trying to be sassy but to be nice. We could just leave him there to rot. Otto isn't as powerful as Lisa or Greely, maybe even Amelia, who usually is with the phantom rebels. After all, it IS hopeless." Sophia muttered through a mouth full of barley noodles. Cornelius shook his head.
" Anyone who can call on the wisdom of dragons knows this: a host of a deity is a host of power. We cannot leave him to die, and it is very likely that they will ask a ransom for him. Otto is one that we indeed not intend to lose." Cornelius said.
" And I can feel the phantoms skimming his memories for intelligence on our whereabouts. Blood and dust shall spill on our lush land if they gain any more information," Harper whispered. The tufts of fur behind her head were raised, which meant Cithara helped her choose her words. Just then, as everyone finished their soup, the ground rumbled.
"W-what is happening?" Amelia cried, trying to finish her Marie's Chicken Pot Pie. A fissure opened up below them, and the Alphas fell into darkness.

 Amelia and Harper awoke to find themselves in two, black cages made from pewter. The other alphas were down below, encrusted in bronze and a thin layer of bubble, with phantoms sucking on the metal. They all were in positions of sleep, as if the phantoms had put them to sleep before putting the case on them. It looked like they were next, so they muttered some charms to protect themselves.
" Is this the phantom castle Otto and I spoke of?" Harper muttered to herself. Amelia nodded.
" Must be, since there are aplenty phantoms and obsidian in here." Amelia said, remembering the raid she and the rebels had done on the phantom stronghold. They groped with their minds for Otto, and found him in a gruesome spot, in Apophis's gullet. He was a bronze statue frozen in ice, inside the transparent belly of Apophis. Apophis was in a giant straw basket his minions had made for him, and apparently asleep, to torture Otto in his dreams.
"That," Harper whispered in a more hushed voice than normal, "confirms my question."

 The End Of The Beginning And To Be Continued...

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Mira Gate Part Two

When they had their fill of resting, Ruby, Otto, Cornelius and Edmund went past the wheel. All of a sudden, they were in the courtyard, stepping carefully over cracked blocks and bowls. Flowers and vines grew everywhere, and nobody ceased to admire anything. The phantoms floated around, guarding a small, rusted bronze key in a cage.
" So how do we get the key?" Ruby asked Otto in a hushed voice. Otto shrugged.
" We destroy them, and find a way to destroy the cage,"he suggested.
"That's MY Otto." she said, slapping him on the back with a horn.
The other African Alphas had overheard them, and were storing up mana while they waited for a phantom to attack.
" There!" a phantom rasped, pointing at them.
" Alphas, attack!" Otto shouted, and they charged. The phantoms clashed, too.

 Soon, all the phantoms lay on the ground in piles of tears and dust.They all ran past them to the cage. Ruby rammed it, but it held.
" Now, we need more brains than brawn," Edmund said, although it was pretty obvious already. They rammed the cage, picked the lock, stomped on it, chanted their true names, even cast explosive spells, but nothing, not even their true names, would break it.
" Maybe we need to all ram it at once," Cornelius hissed." After all, Mira said that only we can do this quest." They did it, and the key fell out.

 Edmund grabbed the key between his teeth, and they walked into the Chamber Of Strength.

 Many machines to enhance strength were in there, but no dream gate. They ascended the steps...until they reached the top, an open tower.
"Why have you come to the dream gate..." the large phantom next to the swirling mass of blue energy snarled.
"We are here to lock it," Edmund replied, getting reckless. The phantom laughed.
" Mira shall die, young ones! Defy me if you wish to, but otherwise... well, then you shall be rewarded. Ruby threw a pie, and the phantom got nailed. It dissipated, but started to rearrange itself.
" Hurry, before it is reborn!" Otto shouted. Cornelius fumbled to slide the key into the dream gate in the cold gust. He locked the gate, and took a deep breath. Ruby, Edmund and Cornelius rose up on the gale to ride home, but Otto was too heavy. He started to run, but the gale was too strong.
 Unluckily, at that moment the phantom was reborn. Ice crept along the stone, and encased Otto. Otto was frozen solid in no time.
"No!" Ruby shouted. She tried to hop off, but Edmund stopped her. Otto was held in a prison of ice, as a helpless hostage despite his might, and the Alphas would have to wait and see what would happen...

 The End of the Beginning...

Saturday, January 19, 2013

The Mira Gate

 In my previous Amelia's Vow post, I had mentioned the Lost Temple of Mira. However, the location disappeared from my blog for a while afterwards, and I have wondered, "Why did Mira's temple fall oh so long ago?" But now, I have the answer. This is as close as to what really happened, although Harper's magic may have tampered with it.
(P.S. Enjoy my new blog pet! She will be one of the future blog mascots as soon as all my pets mature. If I need to, I will add advertisements of the real deal to this blog to earn money for personal stuff. Have fun reading!)

 Lisa snuck into Jamaa Township, carefully examining the center. Only a few wandering phantoms and late night Jammers stood in the square.
"What will I do?" she asked Mira through her cane. The pink gem glowed a bit, animal shadows floating around in it. Lisa almost ripped off a leaf to eat before Mira answered.
"Put the onlookers to sleep. Use a spell that will wear off at dawn. What I will say will take that long to discuss."Mira whispered. Lisa was reluctant, but she cast the spell quietly. When she was sure that everyone who could stop her and talk was asleep, she moved like a ninja to the crumbling shrine. 
 There, the turquoise statue of Mira stood, her eyes closed and her leg lifted as she was about to cry a phantom into existence, but had been frozen before her last birth. The statue hadn't changed even since Elvanto poisoned her.
 Lisa took out Mira's stone, and rubbed it against the bronze. Fire slapped her, and she let go of the stone as it fused with the statue. The metal around it started to melt, and the outer shell crumbled to reveal the pure grey and brown bronze underneath, where it had frozen Mira just before she fell into a deep sleep.
"All hail to Mother Sky," she muttered as the coat slid off as easily as one would discard a T-shirt. Mira shook her head to get rid of her drowsiness. Lisa bowed, but Mira disregarded the gesture of respect. Mira always didn't like respect, because she gave all her respect to the ultimate creator of the cosmic powers, Zios. No god before him had existed, not even God, as the Jamaasians believed.  
 "Why did you summon me in my dreams?" Lisa asked Mira. "My dreams were pleasant enough sunbathing in Crystal Sands and boogieing with Captain Melville (my oh my, was he hunky when dreaming, Lisa thought) before you summoned me to the wilting willow tree. This message would better be good to sap Jamaa's powers for it, waking you before the right time, I mean." Mira didn't look impressed by Lisa's complaining.
"Necessity trumps ideals," Mira said. " Listen closely, because I am assigning a crucial mission to the African Alphas. The phantoms have unlocked the gate to my dreams in my temple, and therefore drain my energy through the gate. Only Otto, Ruby, Edmund and Cornelius together can find the key, and lock the door away forevermore."
 Even when she spoke, Mira looked exhausted, and Lisa decided that they had about three days before Mira became a pure statue.
" As you wish, Mother Sky Of All Life." Lisa said, and dove into the woods just as dawn broke, splicing the stone from Mira and reenacting the curse.

 "We have to go with this idiot!?!?" screeched Ruby and Edmund as Marco gently broke the news to them. Ruby and Edmund pointed at each other, hoof bending at hoof. Marco sighed.
"Yes, both of you. Swear on my implanted foot horns that you will cause no mischief." he said in a serious voice. Cosmo had once drilled metal thorns into Marco's feet, and now a gentle kick from him could dislocate your leg.
" We swear on Marco's stupid foot horns that we will cause ZERO mischief." Edmund and Ruby muttered reluctantly.
"I heard that!" Marco cried. Otto and Cornelius were packing in the room, and by the time that both Ruby and Edmund had brushed their teeth, they were ready for a two-day trip to the haunted ruins.
" A can of mace would be what the doctor ordered so that I can spray it on this idiot," Ruby and Edmund murmured at each other. When they heard the other's remark, they huffed and turned away. The rest of the trudge to the northern ruins was silent, even among Otto and Cornelius.

 When they arrived, the Parthenon-style temple rose dauntingly before them, as if the entrance wanted to swallow the quartet. The inner courtyard was large, with many small temples inside and a exact replica of Mira's statue in the middle, but phantom sentries patrolled the entire border. 
"What shall we do?" Edmund muttered.
" We can't kick our way out of this..." Cornelius added.
"...But we'll have to do some punching, too." Ruby and Otto muttered as they stood on two legs and got their paws ready for combat.
 The initial battle was short-lived, as the Alphas had a larger pool of knowledge than the sentries, and soon dead globs of dark tears lay on the ground, slowly disintegrating into the fabric of time and space. They entered the gates,but with dismay entered only to see a gatekeeper's  post.
"Greetings, young ones," the elder kestrel perched on a leg of the phantom-shaped wheel hissed. The eye inside of the rock peered in all directions, yearning for something beautiful to pop up in the courtyard.
" We are the Time Gatekeepers, servants of Mother Mira. However, the mistress is gone for now, and we cannot rid the temple of these pesky pests of phantoms." the stone frog babbled on the other arm. The mist coming from it's mouth spoke, and had some sort of specter's feel to it. A blue gem on it's fat belly swirled with mystery, sometimes glowing like a prism in light.
"So, is it riddle time?" Cornelius asked the Gatekeepers, ready for the first question.
"Very well, overgrown lizard. What runs around a field, but doesn't move and hurts the mind after a while?" the kestrel snarled, it's graying feathers ruffled by his rudeness.
" It's a fence, since it runs along a field's borders. It hurts the mind after some gazing from the interior, for the prisoner is maddened by being bound" Ruby said. The kestrel looked emotionless. 
"Correct, Charger-and-Crocodile-Trampler. Now, for the next riddle." the stone frog said. Cornelius's back still ached where Ruby had trampled him.
"What plays but only speaks?" the kestrel asked them all.
"A loudspeaker!" Edmund cried.
"Correct,"the stone frog said, it's voice distant. The blue mist had been distracted by some yummy vines on the pillars.
"Finally, what spews smoke, is a mind-slave, and runs at 200 mph maximum?" the kestrel asked them. Clearly, it was a Twoleg item, because even its partner, the stone frog, looked baffled.
After moments of silence, Cornelius answered after Sophia had instructed him in Twoleg Studies. 
"It's an automobile!" he cried. The kestrel smiled, and the frog looked amazed by his speed.
"You may pass, but beyond the wheel is danger. Rest here while you can, for you are locked here until you fulfill the full extent of your mission," the stone frog warned. The two spirits dissipated into a cool breeze, and flew away. The wheel turned, and it became a cross embedded in the soil. The cross seemed to radiate good, because all the phantoms were wary around it. One unlucky sentry got burned up getting too close.
"We shall rest,as the Time Gatekeepers are true to their word," Otto said. The other African Alphas followed his example without any defiance.

 To be continued...

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Graham's Gems

There are many stones in Jamaa, from the diamond phantom to the golden, from the Diamond on Display and the other jewels. However, two new items have story to them, and today I will tell you their story. Gather around, my readers, and listen carefully...


 Graham liked jewels, and often forged jewelry for the Alphas with the Zios steel he had gathered over his lifetime. However, he still was intent on one thing. Graham, and Graham alone, would forge marvelous jewels for the Jammers.
 First, he gathered jewels from the ends of the land.
"Now, where do I get garnets?" he asked himself as he wandered around Jamaa, armed with nothing but a hammer, a pickax, a map, and a jar of fireflies.
 He soon gathered all the things he needed, and retreated to the Temple Of Trivia, where he stayed inside the tree where artifacts were preserved, and summoned an anvil to work on. With Graham's excellent craftsmanship  he created diamond phantoms, golden phantoms, diamonds that he later put on displays, and the most perfect rings.  However, even by the next day, and the next, and the next, he just couldn't get one thing right, which were the birthstones and the displays they could be placed on.
" I just can't find the perfect jewels and steel for my creations!" Graham cried, banging the anvil as he carried his misshapen jewels to the water for rebirth as minerals and rocks. Suddenly, an idea was formed in Graham's mind, and he shaped it like moist clay as he pondered, and pondered, and pondered. Now, he had the idea as thick as marble, and he scampered off to Mount Shiveer.

 At the flat plateau where tourists went, he hurried over to the campfire he sometimes told cold hikers stories. There, flawless gold was in the mining tunnel to the beach. Cries of happy swimmers and calls of tropical birds echoed up the tunnel, and Graham shivered. Since he was a New World monkey, he felt cold in this sort of place.
"It's Graham!" a spring-bather shouted, but by then he was already inside Lisa's patchwork tent. The campfire was warm, and the rumble of his shabby hot cocoa machine was warmer still, and Graham wrapped himself in warm robes Lisa had sewn for cold Jammers. 
 Long ago, Graham had built the machine, and it nearly exploded due to a cocoa bean overload. Graham smiled as he remembered the shock when he saw the machine leaking cream and cocoa beans.
"Ah, the good old days." he said." Back when we didn't have dilly dally tablets and water slides, although the Twoleg stuff has some mean blueprints." He got a hot cocoa cup from his machine, and had to push the arms that gave you toppings back in due to cocoa rust.

 After some time warming up his hands near the fireplace and looking at the Ram spirit stone, he finally decided that he would mine some jewels here. Graham put his map in his bag, and hurried out with down robes on.
 His paws felt numb wading through several feet of snow, but he finally arrived at the campfire, where he could relieve his feet near the hot coals. Graham saw the orbs of jewels inserted carefully into the rock, and crafted a missile launcher from scrap metal.
"Get ready for Armageddon, phantom fossils," Graham muttered, and fired the first decoy jewel. The phantom spirits Greely had long ago locked inside the fossils writhed as their holds of jewels fell into the narrow pit down to the woods, dissipating into the void of trees. When the grip of the fossils was weakened, he took some of the jewels.
 Nobody knows this yet, but the jewels he took were made by Mira from the same material as Elf Steel and Spirit Stone, so it had many magical properties. The celestial material is so powerful, that only Mira knows how many powers it has. Not even Graham knows.
 Graham chiseled out the gold, and was about to teleport for the tree when ominous clouds gathered around the peak. He had just enough time to transport the yaks grazing nearby for the Coraxese ice palaces, drawing on Cornelius's powers, when phantoms descended. 
"This is our gold and jewels, and ours alone. We stole the Spirit Stones for their value in supplying Jamaa and it's allies with minions, and we shall KEEP THEM!" an exceptionally large phantom boomed, yet without any mouth. Graham guessed that the large one was one of the Phantom King's friends, and he wouldn't give up the jewels and steel he had gotten for the Jammers. 
" The Spirit Stones rightfully belong to US, petty one, and Jamaasians don't cower in the shadows, as phantoms do." Graham shouted. The large phantom's body turned beet red with anger, and Graham got ready for battle.

 Graham was experienced, and he knew how to slay a phantom, or any other beast, as easily as he would wield a hammer. He killed off the phantoms with ease, and had barely gotten injured by the time the beasts fled.
 Teleporting back, he hammered the jewels into birthstones, carving phantom shapes in magical poses to protect the jewel, the owner, and wish them a happy life, and to also remind them of his short-lived battle.
" The little ones will LOVE this!" he exclaimed proudly, and sent them to Lisa to be placed in shops. Despite their "giraffe Spirit Stone" rivalry, she usually approved his projects. But before he did much else, he chipped some wood off the elder tree.  He shaped that into a circle, and etched the symbols of some of the Jamaasian elements, Life, Shadow, Fire and Beauty, although Water and Rock would have been more appropriate. He traced and carved a rim for the wood as carefully as he would a shield, and put molten jewels into marble jars.
" This shield is valuable, Jamaasian. Once you have finished your birthstone collection, you have power over every season and month. It is a margin of the Jamaasian power, but it is dangerous unleashed." he etched on the wood as the jewels cooled. He hung from a root in the ceiling like a bat and slept for a moment, waiting for the cooldown.
 Graham awoke to find the jewels molded securely into the marble. He took a banana from his bag, and ate it while he molded the marble bowls into the wood. Each birthstone glimmered, and he placed the birthstones on each corresponding bowl. The shield emitted rainbow colors as it tapped into the powers of the Elves.
 " I shall do replicas," he decided, and made replicas as quick as a scared cockroach. He sent them to Lisa smugly as he buried the jewels in the silt with his anvil, feeling good after a day's work.


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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Immortal Potion

There will be heroes of the next generation that will avenge Mira, and eventually take the role of the Alphas, for the Alphas cannot fight forever. Here is what Cosmo had to do to learn this unhappy but true statement...

 The Forever Potion

 by Amy Jiao

 Cosmo was inside the Chamber of Knowledge, sitting on the ladder and furiously mixing random herbs. Since Kindear had long ago pronounced the Alpha's fates, he had started to find a way to extend the Alpha's strength until the hero came, and Cosmo had been unsuccessful. So far, all he'd achieved was growing large plants that leeched onto stone, blew up caverns in the Forgotten Valley, and Edmund blowing fire like a blowtorch. Nothing that would preserve strength, as both Mira and Zios, mighty deities, had succumbed to the evils in every one of Jamaa's nooks and crannies. 
"Was it rosemary and sage, then stir clockwise, or was it honey and fern and buttercup and a teaspoon of moss, then stir counterclockwise?" he muttered to himself. Cosmo had consulted every little book of runes and spells, but he hadn't found any to make a strength-preserving potion.
" Wait.." Cosmo looked at a small recipe book on the bottom of the shelf, and flipped through. He hadn't noticed it before, and suddenly found the concoction's recipe at the very back.
"Eureka!" he shouted, and gathered the ingredients. He found some moss, sand, sacred water, turtle shells, sand dollars, one of Mira's feathers, and a bunch of unripe bananas, and mixed in a vial. He shook it with a stopper on, poured it between two vials, consulted the plants for advice on handling their kin, and stirred in random directions. Soon, he had mixed a muddy drink.
 Cosmo drank a sip, and a burst of energy came with the flavor of liquid eucalyptus, without fading. Suddenly, his mother's spirit appeared next to him, and frowned.
"What?"he asked her. Cosmo never liked seeing his mother anguished.
"Cosmo, that potion was never meant to be. It can be lethal if the wrong amount of sips is taken, and falling into the wrong paws would be inevitable."she said quietly. Cosmo was shocked, then angry.
"I have come so far, and I have to destroy this?! I would be throwing away decades of work!" he snarled, and got up. His mother looked angry, too.
"My dear, you have no idea what it is worth. It is enough to save Miroza, revive Mira and Zios too, but by then the alphas would not be all able to have a sip. Keep the recipe, but hide it with all your powers." Cosmo's mother said wisely. It was a good reason, and Cosmo stopped snarling.
"Okay, Mother, but I will keep the potion with the book, but enchant it so that only a Jammer with a pure heart can take it out." he said.
"It will be only used in a time of need." His mother went back to the spirit worlds in satisfaction, and Cosmo put his failed potions on the top of a high shelf, and hid the potion and the book under the trapdoor, chanting every concealment spell he could think of. As for what he did later on, he strove to provide the Jamaasians with his services, and train them to take the burden of his role, as the Jamaasians never back down from their war with evil.

 However, evil is not always as simple as poisoned hearts...

 The world pushes us with no mercy, and "good" crawls away in fear.
However, when forces push against the terrible fate, everyone cries out

Amelia's Hunt

Amelia pursed the scent of the fleeing deer, and jumped over some fallen logs with moss on it. The purple moss seemed to move, and Amelia noticed that it was slime mold, fresh after a fresh rain. She stopped to drink some water in a puddle, then kept pursing her prey. She jumped over one rock, two rocks, three rocks, and a log... A clearing appeared, and the buck seemed to see her. It stood there, frozen in fear. Amelia prayed to Mother Sky to forgive her, then slashed her sharp claws across it's neck. The deer dropped, and she dodged in time to get a hold on it's scruff  and drag it through the woods.
"Nice catch there, Amelia."the wild foxes muttered. Amelia beamed, and dragged it all the way to the Alpha hut, and Cosmo looked happy.
"I'll cook deer soup tonight, Amelia. Your game is getting larger. Maybe you could go hunt down some phantoms and kill them!" Cosmo said excitedly.
Amelia rushed out, and sniffed the air. The phantom rebels were nearby, and their scent was getting fainter by the seconds. They probably were pursing some phantoms to fight, and ask if they would join their cause or die. Amelia decided to follow them.
"What are you hunting, Amelia?" Roban asked her as he crept out of a bush. He was a rogue fox, one that had heard many stories about her, and eventually found her and befriended her.
"I am hunting phantoms," she said. Roban's eyes twinkled with delight.
"Can you bring me a carcass to dissect!?"he asked her. Amelia grinned, and swished her tail.
"I will, Roban." she promised, and ran off. She knew that a vow she made was a vow she couldn't break, so Amelia ran with renewed strength.

 When she caught up with the rebels, she saw Serena and her elite guards setting up camp while the other rebels cleared some territory out for a campsite.
"How are you doing?" Amelia asked the rebels. They bowed before her.
"Very well, Amelia, Rogue and Alpha, and you may do what you wish with us." the elite guards said, and even Serena said that. The rebels pledged themselves to her because she had power over normal phantoms, and could convince them to join the rebels or do the impossible.
"I would like to hunt down the phantoms with you,"she said, and Serena nodded, which shook her entire body.
"Very well. Our meal tonight is rabbit ribs and goat liver, but we can give you strawberry ice cream instead." Serena said.
"I will take the ice cream., because the Alphas will deliver my meal." she said. Serena bowed, and gave Amelia a silk square the size of a bubblegum stick. Instantly, it unfolded into a fox-size teepee.  Amelia gasped, and slid into her tent.
"Rest easy, for we shall purse the phantoms tommorow at Nine o' clock sharp."Serena called into the tent. Amelia ate her ice cream, then rubbed her belly. Cosmo suddenly teleported to her, and she took her bowl of stew from his paws. He smiled, and teleported back.

 The next day, Amelia ate so much waffle and syrup that her mouth was glued to her napkin when she left the table.
"How was our gourmet breakfast?" Serena asked her.
"Eerry Foud." Amelia gargled. She meant to say "Very Good,"but her napkin blocked good grammer in speech.
"Here, I'll yank your napkin off so that you can rip your horrible fangs into the phantoms." Serena said. Amelia liked how nice Serena was and how tomboyish she was, since all the other female alphas went with the sterotype of society, and Peck only was a lil' brat, unlike what some people think of her. Serena tugged, and tugged, and tugged, and yet the napkin would NOT come off.
"Pull away!" Serena shouted, yet her body only trembled from tugging, not speaking. The silence of Serena's body still sent a chill down Amelia's spine. Amelia pulled, and Serena pulled, and soon the napkin came off with a POP.
"Thanks, bud." Amelia told Serena, and went to the inflatable well to wash her muzzle.

 All the rebels were now in pursit of the evil phantoms, and had took the camp down in a matter of seconds. The zaps of the phantoms charred the forest, and yet they still stayed in the underbrush of Sarperia Forest. As the scent of evil teardrops got closer, Serena looked back at Amelia.
"We're getting close!" she shouted.Amelia simply quivered with excitement. Soon, they burst through the bushes to find the phantoms attacking a family of hedgehogs in their maze of a den.
" Move it!" she shouted at a twig, and the twig cleared the maze of obstacles. The two-legged phantoms wandered around, while the larger rebels destroyed them with ease. Apparently, they were too primitive to fight back. Amelia saw a lone hedgehog in the maze whereas the others had escaped, and it ran through. Amelia watched in wonder as it ate gems, and gobbled up the phantoms while picking up their spilled food. When it escaped, its family treated it like a hero.
"So, shall I take a carcass?" she asked Serena. Serena nodded, as she also valued battle trophies. However, Amelia would give it to a special someone.

 "Cool!" Roban exclaimed as he tore apart the phantom and took out some of it's organs.
" You're welcome." Amelia said before he could thank her, and dashed into the woods to evade his yucky dissecting. Once again, she was on the hunt using Greely's skills.
 As for the hedgehogs, the den area was later set up for Jammers to play the game Hedgehog there, and now anyone can play a simulation of the brave hedgehog's bravery.


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Sunday, January 13, 2013

The Door

The phantoms boarded up the door as Miroza pounded on the door.

"She'll never escape."the phantoms cackled. The golden heron stared at her small room, with a well, a simple nest, some pictures of her parents, Mira and Zios, and her egg in one corner, and a computer with no communication with the world locks, and a TV. She sat down on her carpet, and sighed. Miroza sighed, and stared at the replica of Zios's mask on her ceiling with an astronomy map. She was imprisoned just because she was the descendant of Mother and Father Sky, and she had control over the skies. Miroza pecked at the door with her pure gold beak, to no avail.
"I guess that I must sleep, for my life is useless,"she sighed, and closed her eyes. She became a statue, and her aura warned the alphas of her imprisonment. Since Mira and Zios had a child before he was corrupted, the Alphas had raised her, and were shocked to find her as  a statue. Cosmo sighed, and placed an old tree over the prison.
"We have no chance to save her without Mira's help,"he said, looking at the stone that was Mira. He threw the stone at the door, and it creaked open, showing the contents and Miroza's statue, but it shut before even Greely could slip in. The stone returned to Cosmo's paw
"Leave a note that tells a careful Jammer Miroza's story and what to do to revive her in the lock,"he told Lisa, and she quickly wrote on a slip of parchment produced from her belt, and slipped it in the door. The alphas did a silent prayer that she would be revived, and went to their duties.



 Sir Gilbert polished Zios's mask, and stared deep into Zios's eyes. The eyes were long black, with sadness and misery in them, but Sir Gilbert felt like that. He had been shunned just because he had saved Jamaa, and it was Amelia's destiny to feel pain during her life anyway, so scaring her wasn't avoidable. He stared at his double-looped ring, remembering the time Greely had crafted him this ring from elf steel. Suddenly, he was in a flashback.

 Sir Gilbert was pacing the length of the hut, angry. Just because he was proud didn't mean that he didn't have the ability to help. Amelia's first self had been right, sometimes the alphas could be selfish. Only Greely stayed with him, as Greely had been hideous all his life, just because the phantoms had sworn an oath to him in his early days and gave him his powers in exchange for his handsomeness.
"Those f****** alphas should've brought me to help them show new Jammers around!"Sir Gilbert spat angrily. He unsheathed his claws, sheathed them, and unsheathed them again, stared at his bullet scar, and read the labels on his merit badges, yet the alphas still did not return. He cursed, but then Greely rushed up to him, and looked at him funny.
"What?"he demanded. Greely looked at him head to toe, then took some metal out of the Duat, as the African alphas had taught every alpha, to an extent that often made even the iron-stomached Cosmo vomit. 
Before Sir Gilbert could ask, Greely seared the scrap metal into a perfect double ring, and placed two shards of the tiger spirit stone and placed them on each ringlet.
"Your ring is ready,"Greely muttered. Sir Gilbert trusted his metalwork, as his wave anklets were Greely's doing, but he took the ring warily. He put it on his paw, and a thousand knifes seemed to pierce his paw padding. As soon as the pain jabbed him, it eased.
"Why,..thank you."he told Greely, not sure what to say. Greely melted into shadow, and Sir Gilbert had to remind himself that Greely had been there.

 Sir Gilbert looked at his bullet scar, and disregarded it. One little strip of flesh and an early death was all he needed to become one of the most powerful animals- the Alphas. He looked at the brand Mira had burned on his paw, and had a short flashback.

 "Mira, I am done training, and I would like to become a true alpha now." Sir Gilbert told the grey heron. Mira smiled.
"Well, you have proven yourself worthy by training under my wing. I shall brand you, and you will become an Alpha, but you may have to endure many years of sharing suffering with your kin. Are you ready?"she asked him. Sir Gilbert hesitated, then nodded. Mira closed her beautiful eyes, and started to glow. Blue wisps came from her body, and collected in a spot that would normally be partially hidden by his armor. They started to burn into his fur, and Sir Gilbert had to bite his lip to refrain from yowling. The wisps branded, and formed the outline of Mira, along with the word SHAMAN on it. Mira seemed to have slipped into the future when she had called him an "alpha", and Sir Gilbert preferred the name SHAMAN  to alpha. Only Greely was seen fit to carry that name. Suddenly, the other shamen gathered around him.
"Gilbert, Gilbert!"they chanted, and he suddenly grew to adult size. He smiled.
"I am ready to avenge you, Mira."he told her.

 Sir Gilbert cleaned the mouth of Zios's mask. It was a hole, but he saw his claw marks inside there. He shuddered. Gilbert knew that he had been foolish not to let his guard down and let Zios surrender, as he was now plunged into misery. Gilbert licked his paws free of grease, then continued. The plaque under Zios's eyes had so much history to it, Sir Gilbert couldn't bear the thought of washing that in the sacred water, especially since it was the tears of Mira, a substance that could taint any soul that dared drink it.
"Need help?" a voice said from behind him. He yelped, and saw a white phantom behind him, one of the phantom rebels. They were the only phantoms the alphas were ordered NOT to destroy on the spot, and had aided them in the Alpha's frequent missions.
"Sure,"he told the she-phantom. Her name was Serena, and she was the queen of the rebels. Like Peck or Ruby, she was a sworn maiden, so there was no king. Arrows that could kill an elephant were notched in her crossbow, and her arms had poisonous spikes she could unsheath like claws in her skin. She helped him wash the grime and rust off Zios's once-glorious mask. The emeralds in his eyes and the cone-like shapes beneath his eyes faintly shimmered with hints of copper and gold in it, and the sand scraped off the blood on the lower part of the mask. Sir Gilbert wished he had gotten better chores, like Peck got to paint signs for the lands that were opening soon, and Cosmo got to dissect phantoms, but noooo, Mira had assigned him to polish Zios's mask.
"So... anything new today? Like from Mira?" Serena asked him. Her voice was so enchanting, Sir Gilbert blushed.
"Ummmm... just some news that the Cithara Order have relocated themselves in the Ice Palaces, and that Mira is slowly working her way out of her stone now." Gilbert said. Serena nodded.
"Can we camp in the forgotten base in the Zios pit? Rare jewels are yummy, and are a good snack. Especially the green jewel that once was."Serena asked him. Sir Gilbert dug it up, and the emerald glowed. Since it was useless, Gilbert let Serena take a bite out of it. Suddenly, he was in another flashback. 

 The day that the emerald of Jamaasian culture was covered with notifications, Graham had to take it down because the jewel had died due to no exposure to sunlight. Graham had snuck into the township during the night, and shook the jewel off. He had teleported back, and the alphas had discussed what to do with it.
"We should put it in a museum!" Cornelius had suggested. Lisa had shook her head at that.
"No, we are too subdued by ignorance that we cannot accomplish such a thing without a burglar stealing it." she said. 
"We could chip it into amulets and give one to each alpha." Greely had suggested. Sir Gilbert had shook his head at that.
"Divided, the stone is useless. United, the stone can feed us energy even when it dies."Sir Gilbert had told Greely.
"How about hiding it in the attic?" Peck had asked them.
"Nah, gathering dust would be too lowly for such an important jewel." Amelia said, shaking her head.
"Then why don't we just put it in stores????" Ruby cried, clearly getting impatient.
"The emerald is hard to duplicate, Ruby." Harper whispered. Ruby growled, and started ramming the wall, and Lisa had to walk over to her to calm her.
"Then, we should place it in the Temple Of Trivia treasury. Mira's and the elve's strongest enchantments protect that place, and no ordinary Jammer can access these archives. The sand also preserves the artifacts quite well." Amelia said. All the alphas nodded, and Graham yet again carried the cracked jewel, this time to the Temple of Trivia, and the emerald had been swallowed by the sand for quite a while.

 Serena chewed, if a phantom with no mouth could, and swallowed.
"Tangy, with hints of chocolate." she muttered.
"And quite energizing. Can I take a piece to feed to my fellow rebels?" Sir Gilbert nodded.
"If the divided shards are digested, then the emerald will still retain it's power."  Gilbert noted. He dipped his paw into the pool behind the waterfall.
" Do you know who the coming hero is?"he asked Serena. Serena stopped picking pieces off the emerald.
"No, but I can sense that a hero shall bat away the evil that has crept into the land as easily as a cow some pesky flies, soon." Serena muttered. Suddenly, Sir Gilbert was sent into a vision Mira had sent to him, and Serena sensed his panic as he was thrown into the Phantom Vortex.

 Sir Gilbert saw Amelia and Harper battling phantoms in the vortex, where the phantom rebels usually stayed, and the phantoms they battled were clearly non-rebels. The rebels fought alongside them, and so did the alphas and their allies, including him. However, Sir Gilbert sensed that something was wrong, since these versions of the alphas were tired, as if eons of battling the evils tired them. Meanwhile, black fire enveloped Jamaa, and no light remained to put the fire out. The hero was going to come, and bat away the evil, but right now it seemed impossible. Suddenly, the Jammers screaming and hiding in their dens suddenly stopped panicking, and toughened up. They walked out bravely, and Apophis, the black fire, cackled.
"You heroes have come far too late to defeat ME!" the serpent cackled, and his serpentine eyes poked through the storm clouds, and unearthly cackling filled Jamaa. His  eyes flashed yellow, and he seemed amused by the Jamaasian bravery he had waited so long for, but then an antlered wolf, Snowyclaw, stepped out of the crowd.
"I am Old Frozenspirit, and I shall rise as Mira! The Jamaasians shall bind you with our pure hearts! We shall drive away the evil for good!" Snowyclaw declared. And from her words, a grey heron was born, and grew to Apophis's side.
"I am Mira, and you, Apophis, the Chaos Snake and the Phantom Dictator, does not belong here! The good citizens of Jamaa shall fight you even in death, and the death of Zios will not stop us!" Mira declared. The Jamaasians roared, and charged, and suddenly had full battle armor on. Apophis's pupils narrowed to scared slits, and he watched in disbelief as his minions, the phantoms, were torn to crumbs by claw and tooth, beak and talon.
"Mira! We shall avenge you! Mira! Defeat Apophis!" the Jamaasians chanted. Apophis wailed in terror as the alphas, rebels, Mira and the Jamaasians hopped up to the stormclouds, and tore his eyes out. Apophis wailed and yowled as he disentigrated into a cloud of golden dust. The dust hovered, and swirled in a tornado until they formed Zios, reborn and as pure as ever. His eyes twinkled as he saw his brave creations.
"Jamaa, I am home. We, Father Sky and Mother Sky, shall never ever neglect our duties again."he said, and floated down to earth. Mira flapped over to Sir Gilbert, as she was the only one who saw him.
"We can achieve this, and the hero is the honest and pure citizens of Jamaa."she said, and he was pulled out.

 Serena saw Sir Gilbert as he fell from the ceiling portal, and landed on the soft sand.
"So what was the vision?"she asked him. Sir Gilbert took a deep breath, and told her. Her eye twinkled.
"Mira tells us never to give up on hope! We shall keep fighting!"she cheered. Sir Gilbert smiled, and waded out to the Temple Of Trivia to tell the world the news, along with Serena.

 The End Of The Beginning....


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