You all know of the omelette on the Tyrannian Plateau, but there was a time
when its availability to Neopians was threatened. This happened long ago, before
most of you knew about the omelette. The 'whatever' that laid it wasn't very
big then, so the egg wasn't large either. The egg at that time, was only large
enough to feed about half of the inhabitants of Tyrannia.
A Grarrl named Cerberus thought that because the egg was laid on the Tyrannian
Plateau, only the Neopians who lived on it should get any. Cerberus was a large,
powerful Grarrl who could fight and beat almost anybody with the exception of
a few Chombys and believe it or not, a Meerca named Valorian. Cerberus began
drumming up support for his cause, and because the residents of the plateau
had been going through a slight food shortage, they were quick to sign up for
the Omelette Defence Force (ODF).
The terms of signing on to the ODF said that you needed your own weapon (like
a club, a pitchfork or whatever you could find that would pass inspection) and
that you were able to lift a log on a rope attached to a lever (allowing you
to pull down on a rope) above a mark on the wall. Of the 7,000 able residents
who lived in Tyrannia at the time and weren't to young or old, 5,900 signed
up and nearly all were accepted.
Among those who didn't sign up were Sabre-X and the rest of the current council
along with Valorian. Valorian was on the plateau at the time to sharpen his
skills on the art of Karuggala which was one of the few fighting arts of which
he wasn't a master.
Finally the day came when Cerberus and the rest of the ODF set up a fortified
wall around the omelette. Cerberus with a megaphone to his mouth shouting that
the omelette is theirs and nobody can take it away. He suddenly uses a Supersize
Ultra and blows up to an immense and intimidating size. His followers shouting
and shaking their clubs proved that they meant business.
Valorian was the first to see this fort being built when he took his morning
jog. He immediately set out to contact his friend and long time sparring buddy
Sabre-X. When Valorian found him he saw that his sabres had been sawed off and
he was badly beaten. They would re-grow in time, but for now he was almost defenceless.
"What happened?" Valorian asked concerned for his friend.
"Those ODF goons broke in here in the middle of the night, tied me down and
sawed off my sabres."
"Those gutless sandworms! They just set up a fort around the omelette and don't
look like they're there for a calm chat."
"We have to get them out of there. Without that omelette, many residents of
the plateau and jungle will starve! We're going through a shortage of food and
were balancing on a sabre's tip, but without that omelette, so many of us will
have to move away or perish from hunger," Sabre-X said as though in pain.
"Come on, Sabre we have to get you to a hospital, those thugs gave you a pretty
good going over."
"All right, Valorian but I'll tell you something. We have to raise an army
to stop them!"
"I know, and while they treat you in the hospital, I'll be raising an army."
There were just over 1,000 ready-to-fight residents in the Tyrannian Plateau
and about 10,000 in the Tyrannian Jungle but only 700 from the plateau and about
4,000 from the jungle signed up. With 4,700 troops, Valorian and Sabre-X had
no chance against a currently being trained (and soon to be well trained) Tyrannian
army of 5,900 all behind a 10-foot wall.
Valorian put his friend Fardo (a Nimmo) in charge of training the currently
assembled army as he went off in search of recruits. Valorian's first stop was
to Terror Mountain. There he sought the leader of the small, but effective standing
army named the Army In Control of Higher Altitudes or the Aicha. Its leader
was a Chia named Zahar. He was a Chia who always meant business and was very
blunt and direct. Valorian found him just after noon.
"Well hi, Zahar, how's my favourite Aicha General doing?" Valorian asked kindly.
"I could be better. What brings you here, Valorian?" said Zahar
"Well there is a force of almost 6,000 Tyrannians who are barring everyone
from the omelette up there. As we speak, the citizens of Tyrannia are growing
hungrier."
"Say no more, my friend. Our whole army out here only totals about 500, but
you can have 250 of my best troops. There's a unit of Lupes in there who I trained
myself."
"Thank you, buddy. I owe you one," said Valorian, heading to his next destination.
"I'll send them there right away, and I'll see you once you smash those rebels!!"
Valorian's next stop was the Haunted Woods. There was no army of any kind
here, but he had to try and pick up some troops. He asked all over, but either
nobody cared, or they had no weapons. He stopped into a little shop of potions
which had a sign that said 'Going Out Of Business Sale----Great Prices Or Free
To A Good Cause'.
"Hello, what kinds of potions do you carry?" Valorian asked.
"Well quite a few, sonny" said the shopkeeper who was a very old Moehog.
"I'm sure that news of what's going on in Tyrannia has reached you by now,
and I would like some potions to help me oust those omelette-hogging fools from
their fortification."
"Certainly, well I have a few things which will probably come in handy. First
I have this ladder in a bottle. You throw it against a wall, and instantly a
ladder going up the wall appears."
"Wow that sounds great!"
"I know, I made it. Well here I have a healing potion that when poured on
a hurt or wound, it heals it instantly. And finally, my greatest invention.
The Sabre Grower. It works for anyone. They just drink this and they grow two
sabres like those prehistoric Lupes in Tyrannia. The only downside is, I only
have one."
"Well that's fine, I only need one of those. I'll take everything else that
you've got with that," Valorian said
"Sure, and it's on the house. At my age, who needs money?" the shopkeeper
said.
"Well long life to ya!" Valorian said on his way out with 30 of 2 potions
plus the Sabre Grower.
"Thank you and a safe journey to you!" the shopkeeper called after him.
The next place Valorian had to go was the Lost Desert. He arrived and managed
to drum up support from about 400 Neopians putting his number at around 5,350.
Still not enough to take on the ODF.
The Valorian was off to Krawk Island. There was a certain captain there who
owed him a favour.
"Threelegs, you old seadog, how's business at the academy?" he said greeting
Cap'n Threelegs.
"Arr 'tis been good. Yer here about the Tyrannian business, eh? Well I'll help
yer but only 'cause you saved me from being called Cap'n Twolegs," the captain
said.
"Yup, Cap'n but I'll tell you, even I won't try to fight a Nimmo with a powerstaff
and a large shield."
"Well what do yer need?" said Threelegs
"Now Threelegs, we both know that Fardo can train some good troops but you
are the best all around. I need you to finish turning my forces into a formidable
force."
"With pleasure, young pup. Just promise me dat ye'll never stop yer old mate,
Threelegs from pillaging a city here and there"
"Sorry, mate, laws are laws--I'll see you there anyway!" Valorian said heading
out once again.
"But!" the Cap'n said, trying to call after Valorian "Oh well, that young
rogue did save me I guess I owes to 'im"
Valorian had to skip over Mystery Island because he knew that they were all
a very peaceful people and time was running short. He stopped in Faerieland
and went to see Marna, a Faerie who ran a security guard business.
"Marna, can I borrow a few of your troops to help with the Tyrannia problem?"
"Well Valorian. You're back," Marna said menacingly. "You never wrote, called
or even dropped in to say hi. All you do is date me for a month and then drop
me like a spoiled Faerie Cake. No, I won't give you a single guard."
Valorian knew it was useless to argue with her, but he went behind her back
and tried to convince the residents and guards of Faerieland to help him. He
managed to get 150 more troops making his numbers 5,550. He returned to Tyrannia
heartbroken that he couldn't drum up enough support to get rid of the 5,900
rebels around the omelette.
When Valorian arrived at Sabre-X's tent he was greeted with a pleasant surprise.
"Welcome back,"Sabre-X said
"Hi Sabre old friend. I'm back but we only have about 5,550 men, far too little
to take on a walled force which outnumbers us by 350."
"Well you'll be happy to hear that 500 Tyrannians from the jungle decided to
join us. They said something about the Omelette Defence Force being bullies
that need to be taught a lesson."
"Great! Have all of the troops I sent here arrive yet?"
"Yup, every one right down to Threelegs. He's already started training them."
"Great--and I have something for you too," Valorian said taking the Sabre
Grower out of his pack. "My friend, drink this and you'll have sabres just like
new!
Sabre-X drank the potion and instantly his sabres grew as good as new. "Thank
you, Valorian, you're a true friend!"
"I also picked up 30 ladders in a bottle and 30 special healing potions,"
Valorian said, getting excited.
Then the day of the great battle came. Valorian stood in front of all of his
troops giving them a pep talk and Cerberus did the same with his troops. Both
armies at the peak of their training and strength.
"Listen troops, you are trained well, you are strong, and have my help all
the way. Now let's kick the enemy back into their place!" Valorian and Cerberus
said at the same time without even knowing it.
Then it started. With weapons glistening, and sharpened, both armies stood
at the ready. The ODF on their battlements, and Valorian's army marching towards
them in a grand display of military might. Then suddenly, all at once they broke
into a run. Charging to the fortification at top speed, they rapidly lessening
the distance between themselves and the wall. The to the surprise of the defenders,
30 potion bottles were hurled at the wall. But they didn't do what they were
supposed to. To the shock of everyone including Valorian, instead of a ladder
forming over the wall, a huge portion was blown off!! Just then Valorian heard
the voice of the shopkeeper in his ears.
"My child, I have passed from Neopia. Before I go on to the next world, I
wanted to see how the potions worked. Good, no? I'm sorry about making the ladder
in a bottle wrong. Well either way you get into the fort! As much as I would
like to see you beat the ODF, I must go now. Long life to you!"
As the shopkeeper finished, Valorian noticed that he was just inside the wall.
He and his troops ran straight into the waiting enemy and the true fighting
began. The two forces were dangerously balanced. For every ODF member taken
down, one of Valorian's army bit the dust. Then something horrible happened.
Valorian found himself facing no less than 50 ODF troops alone. 30 he can handle,
maybe even 35 but never 50! They were just closing in on him when he heard a
tremendous yell and saw the Aicha unit of Lupes charge in to assist Valorian
and break the ODF line! Surging forward, Valorian's army suddenly blasted the
ODF back and were winning the day!! Just then, Valorian saw Cerberus trying
to sneak away from his losing battle. Valorian was on top of him faster than
you could say 'Catch that Grarrl'. And Cerberus tried every trick he knew from
throwing his knife to the ever popular 'hey, look over there' to get his attacker
away of him. Valorian was not to be shaken from his enemy and finally disarmed
the huge Grarrl.
That day, the Tyrannian Omelette was freed, and the rebels captured. The losses
on both sides totaled in the thousands, but saving the lives of all Tyrannians
and in a few years, being able to feed all Neopians made their valiant struggle
worth it.
The End | 
