When the Storytellers entered the castle, they saw none other than the King of Sloth sleeping on his throne, clutching a pillow. "That's the pillow." Ginger whispered to Emlyn, "just take it and save us time."
"That's not how we do things unless we absolutely have to," Emlyn said with an eye-roll.
"Pussy," Ginger muttered, and Emlyn approached the sleeping King and announced her presence.
"Um... EXCUSE ME!" Emlyn shouted, and the King jumped awake.
"How dare you disturb my slumber?" He muttered tiredly and glared at them.
"I need your pillow; it is the last artifact to create the portal to the Underworld," Emlyn said, and the King chuckled.
"Not a chance; why would I do it?" He asked, and Mystic waved her wand, and a new giant fluffy pillow appeared in front of the King.
"Because you could have this even better pillow instead!" Mystic said, and the King mulled it over.
"Well, I guess, but I need my castle cleaned. So clean it; no magic allowed." He said and sat back down. The group looked at each other and then looked around the castle. There was dust, trash, and random stuff everywhere.
"Uh, sure, yeah, we will do that," Emlyn muttered, annoyed. The group took separate rooms and began cleaning the castle. Ginger disappeared for a bit and returned with a hoard of demons behind her.
"Why'd you bring all the demons?" Stella asked, and Ginger smiled.
"They're going to help us clean up this dump," Ginger said and saw the King was fast asleep again. She walked over to his bar and wiped the junk off; she grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured herself a shot. "Anyone else want some?" She asked, and everyone shook their heads.
"No thanks, Ginger, but we appreciate you getting us some help," Emlyn said, and everyone went back to work.
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The entire day seemed to have been wasted by them cleaning the lazy King's castle. They finally finished, and Emlyn once again woke up the sleeping King. "We've cleaned your entire castle; now, can we have the pillow?"
"I suppose you can." He handed them the pillow and took the one Mystic made him, and went back to sleep.
"Give it a week; this place will be trashed again," Ginger said, and Emlyn rolled her eyes.
"Not our problem; also, you seem extra angry today; what's going on?" Emlyn asked, and Ginger sighed.
"The traveling is getting to me; I'm not typically a traveler. You're kinda a wanderess. Do you do this every time to defeat Camilla?" Ginger asked, and Emlyn shrugged.
"Yeah, kinda; it's always an adventure with different tasks as we try new methods to stop her," Emlyn said, and Ginger looked at her like she was stupid.
"Why don't you just kill her? It would save you a lot of time and effort." Ginger asked, and Emlyn shook her head.
"No, I'm not a murderer," Emlyn said, and Ginger chuckled.
"There's nothing she could do to get you to kill her?" Ginger asked, digging deeper for a better answer.
"I doubt it, but I hope that after this, we never find out what that may be," Emlyn said, and Ginger nodded.
"I suppose that's fair; I hope this is the end of it too. I am not going on 40 adventures with you every time." Ginger said, and the two chuckled.
"Yes, you would." Emlyn challenged and then turned to her friends who had walked to where they originally portalled in. "Alright, let's get out of here."
"Not so fast." A voice said from behind them, and they all turned to face a woman with long black hair dressed in blood red.
"Mother? Why are you here?" Ginger asked, and the woman smiled wickedly.
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Drive (The Badlands Series) Book 4
FantasyA mysterious girl, a mysterious sleeping spell, a mysterious car crash, and now Emlyn's missing. It's up to Stella to lead The Storytellers on a mission to save their friend and leader. With Camilla and Ginger taking over Americana in the process, t...
