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Not much went on today, so here's the story: We left Ezekiel the gnomling in the forest with Juanita’s, Queen of the Forest, Spear of Scariness pointed at his jugular. She spoke, her powerful voice rumbling over the forest and sounding just a touch too manly for Ezekiel to be comfortable with.
“WHOOOOOO are you and WHAAAAAT are you doing in MYYYYY forest?” she boomed at him.
“Ahh..I….eh….ahh…..oohh….ehh….pineapple!” he blurted, thinking of what would comfort him most at the moment (pineapple was his favorite fruit, a rare delicacy of the magical forest)
“WHAAAAAT?” Juanita cried, “That’s one of the stupidest answers I’ve ever-“
“Leave that gnome alone!” came a voice from the beech tree nearby. A woman looking a little like a ghost emerged from the bark of the tree. She had long hair that would be green and black, had she had the smoky consistency of fog. The woodsprite-which indeed she was-had leaves draped in many places and carried a long knife that looked a little too real to Ezekiel, who was nearly wetting his pants. The knife was long and sharp and pointy and Ezekiel recognized this particular knife as belonging to Daimone, the Duchess of the Woodsprites. (Ezekiel was a quick little gnome)
She confronted Juanita, “We can’t just kill everyone we meet in the magical for-“
“Why not?” Juanita interrupted, plainly upset.
“-est because we need to save our strength to fight him!”
“Him?” echoed Juanita.
“Him?” said Ezekiel.
“Him!” said Daimone, annoyed.
“Him! Oh!” said Juanita, understanding finally.
“Oh?” said Ezekiel, close to tears.
“Yes, oh,” snapped Daimone.
“No!” cried Juanita.
“No?” said Ezekiel.
“Yes!’ said Daimone meaningfully to Juanita.
“Yes?” asked Juanita, looking scared.
“WHAT?!” yelled Ezekiel. The fearsome ladies stared at him. “Umm…nevermind.”
“Exactly!” said Daimone. “He has gathered another army! He is marching on the magical forest! He wants to kill us all”
“Yes?” said Juanita.
“Yes!” said Daimone.
“Let’s not start this again…” mumbled Ezekiel. “Who’s he?”
“Not he, he. Don’t forget the italics!” said Daimone.
“What?” asked Ezekiel.
“The stuff that makes the letters go slanty,” answered Juanita.
“What?”
“Arrgh nevermind!” answer Daimone, beating the tree with her fist. “The point is that we need to all band together to save the magical forest from certain doom!”
“Wait, who is he?” asked the gnome.
“He! HE! He is the most vicious, terrible, horrible, loathsome, awe-inspiring-”
I’ll finish tomorrow, comment for parts =P