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"No, leb388 isn't a traitor or spy," said a Desert Aisha,
walking toward leb388. "I just didn't know she was coming! She's my owner!"
"Oh... hi, Li. You're, uh, a Dungist, too?" leb388
asked, painfully aware that everyone was staring at her.
"Yep!" she said. "And so are Pegasus, Conspicit,
and Lebmon!"
Leb388 groaned as she saw her White Tonu, Island
Poogle, and striped Pteri step out of the crowd toward her.
"So... leb388 isn't a spy?" Shankly asked, looking
confused. "Of course not! Silly me, that was just a joke to test your faithfulness.
Now, on with the meeting.
"Everyone is to attack the Hidden Tower later
today--when I give the command--and take as many weapons as possible! Fyora
wants to attack us! Also, do no quests for faeries--they only want us destroyed!
Except, of course, Jhudora--you are encouraged to do her quests, because she
is now our ally. Also, you each have a list of all Anti-Dungists. Your responsibility
is to find and convert these Neopians immediately! Also, I have a refreshment
table."
Everyone cheered and ran to the refreshment table
for food and cups of Borovan.
"Listen, guys, it's great that we're all Dungists
and stuff, but I really need to get back to my world," leb388 explained to her
pets.
A smelly hand touched leb388's shoulder. "What's
the hurry, traitor?"
Leb388 screamed and took out the radish bow she
had been hiding in her jacket. She hit Mr. Shankly with a radish, but he only
laughed maniacally.
"Vegetables cannot harm me!" he exclaimed. "Besides,
I wanted you to come--go tell Fyora about my plans, but no matter what you do,
you pitiful Anti-Dungists will never win!"
Leb388 got out her Crystal Boomerang and flung
it at Shankly. It knocked him down and returned swiftly to leb388's hand.
Leb388 ran and ran until she was out of Maraqua,
and headed to the giant staircase to Faerieland.
Shankly got up and moaned. "Is she always like
this?"
"Pretty much," Li replied.
~Soon After~
"MEGZ! JAMEZ! FYORA!" leb388 screamed.
"What did Shankly say?" Megz asked.
"It's like he could read my mind," leb388 gasped.
"He knew I was a spy, and I had to run from the meeting. But he was egging on
an attack on the Hidden Tower, and a boycott of Faerie quests. But Jhudora teamed
up with Mr. Shankly, and now they want to convert all Anti-Dungists." She handed
Fyora the list of all Anti-Dungists.
"Good work, leb388," the Faerie Queen said. "I
suspected that Jhudora would abandon us, and this information will serve us
well. We need to have a meeting of Anti-Dungists as soon as possible."
"Who's an Anti-Dungist?" Megz asked.
"There's only a few Neopians," Fyora said, "but
all of the faeries except Jhudora are on this list."
Suddenly, a huge army of Draiks and Ixi appeared.
Fyora gasped, and Jamez stopped playing hackey-sack. Megz and leb388 took out
their weapons.
Suddenly, someone appeared at the front of the
army.
"Need some help?" Illusen grinned. A row of faeries
appeared behind her.
Megz laughed. "If you mean you have Faerie Acorns
for ammo, YES!"
"Don't our weapons have their own ammunition?"
Leb388 questioned.
"Whatever," Megz sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Illusen, glad you could make it. Everyone, inside
the Tower!" Fyora shouted. "Quickly!"
At Fyora's command, the army of Neopets and Faeries
did so. Shankly and his army appeared faintly in the distance and got closer
every second.
"Everyone, grab a weapon if you need it. On the
count of three, we can attack," Fyora instructed.
The entire army grew silent as they waited for
Fyora's count. Finally, when Shankly was close enough, Fyora said, "One... two..."
Megz fired before the three.
"What part of 'on the count of three' did you
not hear?" Fyora glared at Megz. "Everyone, ATTACK!"
But it was too late; Shankly was already at the
door. "Ah. Megz and Leb... how nice of you to be here," he sneered. "Well, your
puny Faerie friends and Neopets are no match for the Dung god!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, SHANKLY, GET IT RIGHT!" bellowed
leb388. "IT'S LEB388, NOT 'LEB'!"
"Whatever," Shankly replied, rolling his eyes.
"Your name isn't as important as the defeat you're going to--AHH!"
Leb388 hit Mr. Shankly with a radish from her
Radish Bow. Both armies grew silent as they waited for Shankly's reaction.
"Abusing Shankly with raw vegetables?" Megz whispered.
"Why didn't I think of that?"
"Haha, you thought you had me, pitiful mortal,"
Shankly suddenly grinned.
"Shankly!" Jamez finally said, leaning in the
doorway of the Hidden Tower. "Nobody can make fun of my sister but ME! Everyone,
ATTACK!"
And so everyone did. It was Faerie against brainwashed
Neopian, Neopet against Neopet. We could go on and on about how the fighting
was, but you all know what fighting is like, don't you?
Eventually, the front wall of the Hidden Tower
was crumbled, and the only Neopians standing were Shankly, Megz, and Jamez.
Leb388 was kneeling down to aim her Radish Bow.
"I have almost won!" Shankly grinned, dodging
a well-aimed radish from leb388's bow.
"Not yet," Megz said, pulling out a can of cleaning
fluid. "For I have Lys--I mean, cleaning fluid!" She sprayed some at Shankly,
and he collapsed.
"What a world...what a world...what a world,"
he muttered. But Shankly suddenly sprung up. "Ha! You thought you beat me, didn't
you?"
"Actually, we did," leb388 admitted. "You were
saying 'what a world,' and all, and your army's pretty much deteriorated."
"Well, you were wrong! But you won't live to
regret it!"
Shankly suddenly waved the Dung Sword.
"It can't be!" Fyora gasped. "You must have stolen
that from the Hidden Tower!"
"Right you are! No one can defeat the glorious
Dung god! I bring you my Secret Weapon!"
Shankly's entire army of Dungists suddenly stood
up, revitalized. A huge wooden structure, almost as big as the Hidden Tower
itself, was wheeled in.
"Is this the end?" Megz gasped.
"For you," Shankly grinned.
To be continued....
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