Lupes and Chias Don't Mix: Part Two

by dragonshark173

Griffin smiled weakly and waved his paw. The Chias were still afraid, if not mad.

"It'll eat us!" one said.

"It will turn around on us!" another said.

"It is worth the risk," Al said.

"We need someone to keep that pack away from our village. Their attack will not come until the 15th day of swimming, and we need to be prepared!"

"Attack?" Griffin whispered. Attack? This Chia didn't say anything about an attack!! Griffin may be somewhat powerful, but one single Lupe can't take on about two hundred Lupes! And if the pack leader had such a good pack, Griffin wondered how powerful she'd really be! Griffin was in horror at the thought.

"Shhh..." Al whispered. Then he continued his speech. "And so, this one fire Lupe is here to help us, the Klia Chia Klan, keep that Lupe pack out of our village!" The crowd was roaring. Griffin smiled. He thought he was gonna like this. He wouldn't let that Lupe pack destroy this innocent village. Al bowed. "Thank you...thank you." Al said, smiling. Then he motioned Griffin to the microphone. Griffin adjusted the microphone much higher, as it would go.

"I am..." He said, flinging his front paws in the air, knocking the microphone on the ground. He sighed and bent over and picked it up in his jaws and inserted it back into the stand. "I am delighted to defend for the Kly Chia Klan--" he said, but Al whispered in his ear, "Klia Chia Klan."

"Right...sorry...KLIA Chia Klan. I will work my hardest to--" and then a tomato hit his eye. He wiped it off with his paw. A small yellow Chia housewife stood in the back with a basket of tomatoes.

"This is garbage, Alexander! Take your Lupe back to the forest before it eats us all!" she shouted in a rage.

"No, no...see, he's here to help!" Al said.

"He doesn't even know the name of our klan! We can't let this clutz be the head of the war department! He'll screw our plans up!" Another Chia said.

At that, from a large, stone bell tower, three rings rung. "Klan meeting! Klan meeting!" the Chia at the bell tower shouted. The mayor must've called on a Klan Meeting about the issue on Griffin.

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At the rather large, white-marble office, a stout little white Chia sat at one end of the pine-finish oval office table. At the other end, Al sat, with Griffin waiting right next to him. Along the sides of the table were many important Chias that Griffin had no idea who they were.

"It has come to my matter of attention," the snooty white Chia said, "That you are wanting your little...Lupe pet over here to be our war general?" the mayor said. The other Chias snickered except Al.

"I'm not this Chia's pet," Griffin said. "I am fully equipped with several abilities and weapons at the very best. Sir!"

The mayor was taken aback by this. "Do you have any army or military experience?"

"Sir! I have gained the rank of Private in the Tyrannian Army! Sir!" Griffin said, huffed up.

"It's a deal, then," the mayor said. "Alexander T. Chia, you will be held responsible for this Lupe until the war is over. It is officially agreed then, that this Griffin character may lead our troops. Or, it will be, after both of you sign this contract." The mayor slid a large paper over to Griffin and Al's side of the table. After all quickly read through it, he signed his name with the pen in neat cursive, 'Alexander T. Chia , and handed the feather and ink to Griffin. Griffin stomped his ink-covered paw on the contract and wrote in scribbly letters, 'Griffin L. Kingsley'. Al slid the contract back to the mayor. It was official.

Griffin and Al walked out of the building. It was stuffy and they both took a big breath of the cool air. It was refreshing. "What next?" Griffin asked Al.

"To the War Base," Al said. "Just follow me." Griffin was a bit flustered, but followed Al anyway. Al brought Griffin over to a tree. "Here it is," Al said.

"The tree?" Griffin said, raising his eyebrows. Some base! A tree...

"No," Al said. "THIS is the base." Al opened a trapdoor covered in grass. It literally looked like Al opened up the earth! He casually walked down, motioning Griffin to follow.

It felt a lot cooler at the base. The steps were made out of stone, crudely made and looked a thousand years old. "Griffin, this base is thousands of years old. It has been used for generations. Our small village was once a huge city that took up this entire field, not just a section of it."

"What happened to it?" Griffin asked intently.

"Then that Lupe pack discovered our city. They wanted that land so badly. They have a huge field a few miles away, but they are greedy and wanted to take over our land as well. There was a great war, and now this is the only part left, a couple hundred Chias living in straw huts."

Griffin was ashamed to be a Lupe at hearing this. He used to eat Chias! He felt so bad for what he had done. Now, he really had to pay it off to these Chias by saving their village. Who knows what horrible things would happen if he didn't!!

He followed Al still at the bottom of the dark stairs. There, in front of Griffin, was what appeared to be the largest underground military he has ever seen! His jaw dropped. There were hundreds of large planes with frost cannons attached to the bottom of it, huge green tanks where large, strong Chias with round green helmets on were loading Fire Bombs into it, rainbow and black frost cannons were being cleaned and set up for the next battle. Troops of soldier Chias were being lead by their officers through the large cave-like base, and off in a corner you could hear the shots from the snowball wands and Expert Arrows that they were firing at a targets.

To be continued...