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CG · 01-04-2007, 03:23 PM

Yes, I shall continue to draw. It will be a while between uploads tho.

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Chapter 7: The Gnome Kings Game

"Well this feels slightly better then before." the Gump said as he moved his head, checking how well tied on it was this time to his now singular sofa body. At least now it was easier to walk for him. The ropes had been tied tightly in place, so now he had no fears of loosing his head like he had the rest of his body. "Yeah, mighty comfy!"

"Speak for yourself." Billina said darkly from her hiding place. Since it was the only place a chicken could fit, Mac had lifted the top off of Jack's hollow pumpkin head and now the little yellow chicken had been placed within it. Now and then she would peek out of Jack's eye hole. Jack luckily didn't seem all that fussed with having a chicken in his head. Quite the opposite; they had to calm him down just a few moments ago from dancing around announcing to the world "I have a chicken in my head!!", since it had startled said chicken considerably.

"Where we go now Mac?" Tik-Tok asked, glancing around. They didn't have much of a place to go. The ledge they had landed on ended in boulders on one end, and vanished back into the mountain on the other. And you should watch that first step off the cliff, it's a dozy of a fall!

"I don't know.." Mac glanced around, realising too they were kind of stuck. How would you get a Gnome King's attention?

"Who dares to tress pass on my mountain?" a sudden voice boomed from seemingly everywhere at once. Jack took refuge behind Tik-Tok in fright.

"Uh..." Mac looked around, unable to find the source of the voice. "I'm Mac.. and these are my friends..." he motioned to them as he said their names. "Tik-Tok, Jack, and the Gump."

"Mac?" the voice asked, sounding intrigued. "Not The Mac? From Fosters?"

"Yeah that's me." he said as bravely as he could.

"Ah! Well my boy that is a surprise, welcome to my-" the Gnome King was interrupted.

"We want to know why you wrecked the Emerald City, and where the Scarecrow is!" Mac shouted out, getting bothered by how the King was acting like nothing was wrong. As if they just popped by for some gardening tips.

The mountain went still for a moment.

"I might as well just explain to you, shouldn't I?" the voice asked, and as if on cue from the King the mountain itself began to shake with tremendous force. Jack lost his footing a few times, whilst Tik-Tok remained planted on the ground but was swayed when the ground would. Suddenly, the ground beneath Mac all but broke away and he screamed as he vanished into the darkness.

"MAC!" Tik-Tok shouted in dismay at seeing the young boy vanish.

"Dadddeeee!" Jack echoed, trying to get his feet properly planted so he could dive in after Mac but the ground was shaking all too much. This wasn't looking good at all for any of them.

But despite having tumbled into a mountain, Mac was gracefully sliding down some rocks which seemed to have been smoothed just for this occasion. Around him, peeking through some of the rock were jewels. No, not just peeking. It was as if the whole tunnel was covered in sparkling jewels of all manner of colour, shape, and brightness.

"You see," the voice of the King echoed from all around, "I am the Gnome King. My Gnomes spend endless hours slaving away, making all these beautiful jewels. Something, aren't they?"

"You have so much." Mac mumbled.

"Beg pardon?"

"YOU HAVE SO MUCH." Mac shouted, unsure if the Gnome King was deaf, or he just couldn't hear that well.

"Oh. Well it is expected, I'm a King after all. If a King should have anything, it should be a LOT of what he has. I didn't order my Gnomes to make jewels and sparkly things only to have them stolen away and put into a city for people and animals to enjoy! They are MINE."

Mac tumbled over and over once he finally hit the smooth surface of the cave, and slid quite easily across the floor until he smacked into something. The two bodies rolled for a moment longer until they came to a stop, Mac shook his head to clear his mind, but sadly with little success. But then he realised just who he had crashed into. There was the Scarecrow, just as he remembered him with his crooked eye, and missing arm. The only difference was now he was clad in green clothing, and hanging around his neck was a pendant with a gold ‘O’ with a ‘Z’ within the ‘O’. "Scarecrow!" Mac shouted in both shock, and relief. He was alive, he wasn’t hurt or anything!

"Mac!" the Scarecrow declared besides himself with joy. He knew Mac would come, he knew it! Just as he was about to reach out to Mac and say something else, there was a crack of lightning and a flash of brilliant light and the Scarecrow was gone. All that showed he had been there, were a few loose pieces of straw on the floor. Mac stared, wide eyed at what was left of the Scarecrow before picking up the pieces in his hands.

"S… scarecrow?" he asked, but then the echoing voice of the Gnome King filled the air. "Where is he, what did you do?"

"Oh. I turned him into an ornament." the King replied casually, "A small worthless dust collector in my huge collection of ornaments. I've been meaning to do it, and you arriving reminded me! Old age brings memory problems, don't ya know? Anyhow, as I was saying, your friend is the thief! All of those emeralds in the Emerald City really belong to me, so technically I’m only taking back what is mine. He had no right in stealing them."

01-04-2007, 03:23 PM	#20
CG Foster's Legend BACK FROM THE DEAD?!!? Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: Adelaide Posts: 1,120	Yes, I shall continue to draw. It will be a while between uploads tho. ~~ Chapter 7: The Gnome Kings Game* "Well this feels slightly better then before." the Gump said as he moved his head, checking how well tied on it was this time to his now singular sofa body. At least now it was easier to walk for him. The ropes had been tied tightly in place, so now he had no fears of loosing his head like he had the rest of his body. "Yeah, mighty comfy!" "Speak for yourself." Billina said darkly from her hiding place. Since it was the only place a chicken could fit, Mac had lifted the top off of Jack's hollow pumpkin head and now the little yellow chicken had been placed within it. Now and then she would peek out of Jack's eye hole. Jack luckily didn't seem all that fussed with having a chicken in his head. Quite the opposite; they had to calm him down just a few moments ago from dancing around announcing to the world "I have a chicken in my head!!", since it had startled said chicken considerably. "Where we go now Mac?" Tik-Tok asked, glancing around. They didn't have much of a place to go. The ledge they had landed on ended in boulders on one end, and vanished back into the mountain on the other. And you should watch that first step off the cliff, it's a dozy of a fall! "I don't know.." Mac glanced around, realising too they were kind of stuck. How would you get a Gnome King's attention? "Who dares to tress pass on my mountain?" a sudden voice boomed from seemingly everywhere at once. Jack took refuge behind Tik-Tok in fright. "Uh..." Mac looked around, unable to find the source of the voice. "I'm Mac.. and these are my friends..." he motioned to them as he said their names. "Tik-Tok, Jack, and the Gump." "Mac?" the voice asked, sounding intrigued. "Not The Mac? From Fosters?" "Yeah that's me." he said as bravely as he could. "Ah! Well my boy that is a surprise, welcome to my-" the Gnome King was interrupted. "We want to know why you wrecked the Emerald City, and where the Scarecrow is!" Mac shouted out, getting bothered by how the King was acting like nothing was wrong. As if they just popped by for some gardening tips. The mountain went still for a moment. "I might as well just explain to you, shouldn't I?" the voice asked, and as if on cue from the King the mountain itself began to shake with tremendous force. Jack lost his footing a few times, whilst Tik-Tok remained planted on the ground but was swayed when the ground would. Suddenly, the ground beneath Mac all but broke away and he screamed as he vanished into the darkness. "MAC!" Tik-Tok shouted in dismay at seeing the young boy vanish. "Dadddeeee!" Jack echoed, trying to get his feet properly planted so he could dive in after Mac but the ground was shaking all too much. This wasn't looking good at all for any of them. But despite having tumbled into a mountain, Mac was gracefully sliding down some rocks which seemed to have been smoothed just for this occasion. Around him, peeking through some of the rock were jewels. No, not just peeking. It was as if the whole tunnel was covered in sparkling jewels of all manner of colour, shape, and brightness. "You see," the voice of the King echoed from all around, "I am the Gnome King. My Gnomes spend endless hours slaving away, making all these beautiful jewels. Something, aren't they?" "You have so much." Mac mumbled. "Beg pardon?" "YOU HAVE SO MUCH." Mac shouted, unsure if the Gnome King was deaf, or he just couldn't hear that well. "Oh. Well it is expected, I'm a King after all. If a King should have anything, it should be a LOT of what he has. I didn't order my Gnomes to make jewels and sparkly things only to have them stolen away and put into a city for people and animals to enjoy! They are MINE." Mac tumbled over and over once he finally hit the smooth surface of the cave, and slid quite easily across the floor until he smacked into something. The two bodies rolled for a moment longer until they came to a stop, Mac shook his head to clear his mind, but sadly with little success. But then he realised just who he had crashed into. There was the Scarecrow, just as he remembered him with his crooked eye, and missing arm. The only difference was now he was clad in green clothing, and hanging around his neck was a pendant with a gold ‘O’ with a ‘Z’ within the ‘O’. "Scarecrow!" Mac shouted in both shock, and relief. He was alive, he wasn’t hurt or anything! "Mac!" the Scarecrow declared besides himself with joy. He knew Mac would come, he knew it! Just as he was about to reach out to Mac and say something else, there was a crack of lightning and a flash of brilliant light and the Scarecrow was gone. All that showed he had been there, were a few loose pieces of straw on the floor. Mac stared, wide eyed at what was left of the Scarecrow before picking up the pieces in his hands. "S… scarecrow?" he asked, but then the echoing voice of the Gnome King filled the air. "Where is he, what did you do?" "Oh. I turned him into an ornament." the King replied casually, "A small worthless dust collector in my huge collection of ornaments. I've been meaning to do it, and you arriving reminded me! Old age brings memory problems, don't ya know? Anyhow, as I was saying, your friend is the thief! All of those emeralds in the Emerald City really belong to me, so technically I’m only taking back what is mine. He had no right in stealing them."