The Secrets of Droon: Prince of Goll

1. The Boys

Okay, Hi, guys, I'm not really going to be publishing too much on this particular story. This is a sequel-type thing to my other story, Prince of Jaffa. But it doesn't matter if you haven't read PoJ. It works either way, so far. Please read both, as I want to see how manty Droon fans there are out there.  I doubt any/many of you people have ever heard of Droon. But I think you should read the series. This is set after the entire actual series, so if you haven't read it, you might be a little - stuff that - a lot - confused. This is in Sparr's POV, FYI. 

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My name is Sparr. I am a dark ruler, with one goal in mind: to rule all of Droon, and then all of the Upper World, too. But to rule them, I will need the ultimate power. The Golden Power. Only... the boy has the golden power. He is mostly oblivious to that, however, which will make it easier to obtain his magic. Now all I need is to have him captured and brought to me. I must rally my Ninn warriors... 

"Ninns!" I call. "I have a mission for you!" Years ago, I myself would have done anything to have a mission for myself. Now I ordered them. They came to me in clumsy rows, awaiting my command. How good it is to be young again! The frail feeling of old age is not for a fearsome sorcerer as I! I told them my plan to capture the boy. I told them how it would not be easy to fight him with force, so I instructed them to trick him. When I explained my idea, I had to repeat it several times so my dim-witted Ninns would understand. Finally I gave them their warning. "The boy is clever. Be wary. Now go get Eric Hinkle!

I spent all day pacing my throne room. It is the nicest room in all of Plud. It is a source of my great magic. I do have a rival wishing to overpower me, though. The idiot known as Ungast. He is the boy's evil counterpart. I have often wished that when Eric became himself again (long story), his other part died completely. Now instead of one major enemy, I have two. Nevertheless, I must plot to destroy them both. Already have they failed to destroy each other. But not to panic. I have a plan to destroy them both, though to have the dark one as my assistant would be quite... amusing. To succeed, I need everything to work. My plan is very fragile, though I trust my Ninns to manage. Better than my skorth warriors, anyway. They were hopeless. They couldn't even find Eric Hinkle. As I was saying, I was pacing my throne room. I kept a close eye on my crystal ball, sure my Ninn warriors would contact me with even the slightest bit of news at hand. As if my keen will for news summoned the Ninns to contact me, my crystal ball blurred, and the image of Captain Bludge appeared on it's surface. I try to conceal my excitement. I put on the stony look that the Ninns know all too well. "Report", I snap. Blude gulps once or twice, clears his throat, and speaks. "We have captured the boy! His friends are moments away from being taken by my brothers, if so you wish", Bludge announces. I give a hearty laugh. "Of course I want that! Tell me, Bludge, how did you manage to capture the boy?"Bludge looks rather sheepish."Well, " he begins, "we followed your instructions, tricked the boy by using his weakness. He was very co-operative when he believed his friend Julie was in danger." I laughed again. "Good, my friend. Well, bring the boy and his friends to me.  And do not be afraid to be... rough."

Minutes later, Bludge drags through a boy. His arms and legs are scratched, and he has a deep shoulder wound, as though he has been in a recent battle. His dark hair is messy, and his glasses have been knocked askew. His eyes are closed, but I know they are a fiercely determined brown. I can hardly believe what I am seeing. I want to dance around with joy until I am breathless. But I must set an example to my Ninn warriors. Instead I examine his body. I check to make sure he is breathing (he is, but very faintly) and to see if his injuries would kill him. My results are astounding. He is in perfect condition for my plan. I reward my troops greatly. They leave. Then I turn back to Eric.     He is no longer helplessly slouched at my feet. He is standing, his fingers sparking gold, ready to strike. He is still bleeding badly, though. I narrow my eyes in a mocking imitation of his own. He scowls even further. I know I am not his worst enemy. His evil counterpart, Ungast, almost killed him several times before. But that is the second part of my plan. I nod at my second troop of Ninns. They drag in a second boy. This time Eric's eyes widen in fear. The other boy, identical to Eric except for his outfit, also widens his eyes. I have the ultimate plan. Eric is stronger than Ungast, but does not wish to harm him, and Ungast wants to kill Eric, but is not strong enough to. They both hate each other. They both fear each other. I raise my voice. "Boys. You are fools. You are weaklings. Yet you are useful. One of you, and only one of you, can live. The other must die." Eric trembles in fury and fear. "Don't hurt my friends. Let. Me. Go. Don't let Ungast hurt them. If I have to, I will fight you." I smirk widely. "Hinkle, you are a fool. You care too much about you precious" I spit out the words "friends." Ungast grins at these words. I turn to him. "Elknih. You are even more of a fool. You are weaker. But you have nerve that the little boy does not. You know how to do what you must.' Ungast smirks again. "As you say, lord Sparr. I am also smarter than the freakish kid. Why did you bring us here. I'm guessing it's not for a party." He grins, as if expecting me to follow his example. I do nothing of the sort. I scowl at him. "If you knew what was about to happen, you would be quaking in terror. I have the ultimate plan for you." I pause, relishing the look of contempt on both faces. Then I snap my fingers. Two cages appear out of no-where. One contains Eric's three best friends, the other contains my ex-colleague, Princess Neffu.  "You," I declare, looking at the caged prisoners, "are about to witness a tournament."