Oh My Field Trip

Chapter 8: Visiting an old friend

Visiting an old friend

We've already established that moody teenagers and walking for extended periods of time, don't mix well. So it was no surprise that the entire group let out a groan when Danny told them to get up and get going.

"Guys, I don't want to have this conversation again. Could you all, for once, suck it up and deal with it?"

There was a silence and then a quiet sign of agreement. They did need to walk and well, it wasn't like any of them knew there way around here. *cough* Tucker and Sam *cough*

So Chronos spend the next 3 hours walking in front of a not so excited group and listening to their whispered conversations. Don't get the wrong idea here; he wasn't spying on them or anything like that. You try not listening to a conversation when you've got nothing to do.

Then again, Chronos wasn't the only one listening in on private conversations. Mr Lancer sure knew how to be stealthy. He would walk between the front and back of the group, listening to little snippets and storing the information for later on. The most interesting bit of info our dear Mr Lancer got was: "Why doesn't he teleport us home, he did that before didn't he? Then why should we have to walk and exhaust ourselves while he can just teleport us back home?"

That did very little to comfort Mr Lancer. It indeed was a rather good question. Their host had teleported them to this trail, who know how far out and then continued to walk the entire time. Why did he do that? Was it because Chronos didn't want and was it his purpose to exhaust them and lure them right into an ambush? Hold your horses Mr Lancer; Chronos isn't bad, right? Well, he did have a very civil conversation last night, and Chronos didn't seem to be evil?

As I was saying before, 3 hours and several stops later everyone arrived at Dora's castle.

"Princess Dorothea! Princess! The mail has arrived!"

As a poor servant ran through the halls to find Princess Dora, she was busy with much more important business.

"A little to the left, now up, up, down, right and...up."

"We should've let Technus install it; you just can't decide where to put it!"

"Come on Arthur, don't be a spoilsport."

"And we should've bought the matching surround-sound-stereo-set." Arthur huffed.

Dorothea sighed, she knew that Arthur would become whiny as soon as he saw the television. He was still stuck with the idea that a woman shouldn't decide what to buy, or wear, or anything really.

"PRINCESS DOROTHEA!" An exhausted voice called through the halls. "The...*wheeze* mail...has arrived." With that, the poor servant fell face down on the ground. Only to stand up a few moments later, still catching his breath.

"Oh Gareth, you shouldn't have run all this way. We have hawks to do that for us."

"What! Since when do we have messenger birds?" Gareth half screamed.

"Didn't you get the memo?" Arthur asked, "We've worked with those birds for a long time now...how did you miss them?"

"Well, it doesn't matter now," Dora said quickly; she didn't need another fight. "The mail is here, so let's open it."

The letter was giving off a subtle blue glow, though the seal was what caught everyone's attention.

"Lord Clockwork has sent us a letter it seems; I wonder what it is about?"

She opened it and real aloud.

"Dear Dorothea,

I have sent you this letter as a warning; my apprentice is coming to see you. He will not be alone. His task is to lead a group of humans through the Infinite Realm to the Fenton portal. I would highly appreciate it if you could offer him and his group some shelter and food. I would refrain from asking questions about Sir Phantom; it is a very touchy subject for both the class and my apprentice.