The Ghoul's Curse: Part One

by _ana_2

Wocky & Kougra
In the lands far from Neopia, there was a medieval town. In this town, one thief was known more than the others. His name was Jack, and he was only a young green Wocky. He could pickpocket better than anyone. He got caught stealing and now he was sentenced to life in a prison cell. But that life wasn't for Jack. No one could keep him in jail. The guards, strong Eyries, looked in the cell in which Jack was held. He wasn't there!

"Sound the alarms!" the Eyries cried. Bells in the tower of the jail rung in answer to their words. They dashed to the stalls, grabbed their Unis, and rode off in search of their escaped prisoner.

Meanwhile, a dirty green Wocky swam through the sewers of the town. "I've given up thievery! I swear I'll never steal again!" he said as he swam. He climbed up on the banks of a river. Then he picked up some clothes from a clothesline on the side of the road. "As soon as I get what I need," Jack continued from his previous words.

Later, the Eyrie guards caught up with the thieving Wocky and found him resting in a patch of clover.

"Ho, there!" they called, "You must come with us! Back to the prison with you!" Jack woke up abruptly. The guards rode up to him and grabbed him by his cloak. There was nothing in it!

"Ha ha!" The guards looked up. There was Jack, in his undershirt and breeches, up in a limb. He jumped down and conked a few of the guards on the head in the process. Suddenly, one of the guards grabbed Jack's tail and drew his sword. He pulled it back, ready to chop Jack's head clean off.

"Oh, dear God! Spare me!" Jack cried, cowering. Just then, a red Kougra, riding a black Uni, and traveling with a Swamp Ghoul, came and picked up the Eyrie guard and threw him into the lake! Jack took this time to hide in the bushes. The Kougra leaped off his Uni and kept fighting until all the guards had retreated. Then he strode towards the bush where Jack was hiding. Jack got up and greeted the Kougra.

"Thank you for saving my life, but who are you?"

The red Kougra laughed. "I am Gildor and you are Jack, the greatest thief in the town, am I correct?" Jack blushed modestly, then looked startled.

"Wait a minute!" he said, "How did you know my name? You're not from around here. What are you doing here? And why do you have a Swamp G-"

"NEVER address her as 'Swamp Ghoul,' do you hear?!" Gildor growled angrily.

"But-" Jack started, but saw Gildor's paw on the hilt of his sword and thought better of it, "Di-did I say Swamp Ghoul? Oh, I meant, uh, Sweet Ghoul! Uh, or something of the sort..."

"For a thief, I would've thought you could do better than that. 'Sweet Ghoul?' Ha!"

At least he has a sense of humor, Jack thought. "What do you want from me?"

"Your cunning and skills as a thief is useful to my quest. I wish for you to come to Neopia with me and help me seek revenge upon a Swamp Ghoul." Gildor replied.

"But here, there is a Sw-" Jack began, but Gildor pulled out his sword and pressed it threateningly against the Wocky's throat.

"This ghoul is not to be harmed! Do you understand?!"

"Yes!" Jack squeaked. Gildor put his sword away.

"Good," he said, "We shall leave at once." As Gildor, with his ghoul, walked into the forest, Jack thought, Now look what I've gotten myself into!

To be continued...