*DISCONTINUED* The Thirteenth Empire

Chapter 6 - Surface Pressure

The next day I flew over to the Undergrove to discuss a possible alliship with Shubble and to interrogate her about the events of the previous evening. Shelby, with her sonic hearing, might have picked up more than she was letting on. I arrived in the Undergrove where Shelby was waiting to greet me. "Hello," she said as I touch down. "How are you on this fine day?" "Good, good," I responded.

"So-," I began. "I was thinking that I would like to have all of my allies build little embassies around Camelot," I said. "I'm doing the same thing," said Shelby. "Scott's already built an embassy over there," she jerked her head toward a Rivendell-style building. "Yeah, that's kinda where I got the idea," I snorted. "Oh," she giggled. "Almost everyone is doing it."

"Great then if you would build a Camelot style building here in the Undergrove, I would be happy to build an Undergrove style building in Camelot!" Shelby perked. "That sounds lovely, just don't outshine me in my own kingdom," I laughed. "Will do. Seeya 'round, y/n," she started to walk away. "Hey, Shrub!" Shelby stopped then hesitated and then turned around to face me. "Yup?" said Shelby. "Is there anything you heard about the problem with the empires last night that I should know?" I asked.

Shelby sighed. "y/n, the only person worried about the empires is you. Oh. And Lizzie. I heard her eye twitching. All night," said Shelby.

"Wait, what?" I said, but Shelby was already gone. I decided that I must go to Lizzie's to further investigate. I began to fly to the ocean empire which, mind you, was not close. It was so far from the Undergrove in fact that I ran out of rockets halfway there. I glided down praying that I landed in an empire where I could get rockets. I landed on something soft.

I opened my eyes to a cloud of yellow around me. I immediately had a sneezing fit and my eyes reddened as I realized that the yellow was a cloud of pollen, created on impact, also that I had landing in a overgrown flower. I should have made my prayer more specific. And maybe next time land in, like, a rose instead of a freaking daisy! I groped my way to the edge of the flower and fell out of it, taking three hearts in damage. "Ow," I muttered.

I took out some mutton and ate it so that I could regenerate when I heard a gasp behind me. I hastily stuffed away the mutton but it was too late. I slowly wheeled around. "Get out," Katherine said as she showered me with fire-tipped arrows. I ran to the Gilded Helanthia, the closest neighboring empire to House Blossom. Actually, that's a lie.

The closest neighboring empire to the Overgrown was Rivendell, but I was not going there for obvious reasons. I stopped to take a breath as I leaned on the nearest building. I took a closer look and saw PearlescentMoon's gamertag floating around inside. I entered the building, which turned out to be a barn, to see Pearl breeding sheep and cows. "Hi, Pearl," I panted. Pearl startled and turned to face me.

"Oh, hey, y/n!" said Pearl. "How can I help you today?" "You wouldn't happen to have any rockets on you?" I asked. "Yes, I've got some right here," she threw me a stack of rockets. "Thanks, Pearl," I said. "Anytime, anytime," she said as she turned back to her cow and sheep breeding.

I took off toward the Ocean. I soared over Mythland and the Cod Empire. I reached my destination, the Ocean Empire, in all of its glory, and landed on the platform of the central tower of Lizzie's megabase, the Prisma-Palace. I couldn't see her gamertag anywhere. Not even in the axolotl sanctuary above me. I flew down to a lily pad and saw LDShadowLady bellow me along with SolidarityGaming and Smallishbeans.

I found them in Lizzie's secret shipwreck lair. The walls and floors were a beautiful mixture of amethyst, oxidized copper, and dripstone. The shelves were made of barrels and spruce wood. Lizzie, Joel, and Jimmy were in the middle of a trade. Joel and Jimmy were whispering to each other in the corner, apparently discussing the trade. Lizzie was drumming her fingers impatiently on the table, staring at her husband and little brother.