Chapter 4

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Creepsecule and Dermit carried their blasters along a mine they found. They looked everywhere in every direction because they were looking for someone. Ghazt told them specific instructions on who to recruit, and they knew just who. As they were going down into the deep cave, they finally found their destination-a portal that flashed green and white with familiar symbols around them. "This is it,"said Dermit,"This is the place Ghazt told us to go to. Well, let's hop in, Creepsecule." So they put their whole body inside and disappeared without leaving a trace. They appeared on another dimension which was an island made out of stone. They went inside and as they expected, they saw new and different monsters. They were the rarest kind ever, but they could only be awoken by finding the right star match in the sky.
In the middle of all of the monsters was a giant telescope used to find the star matches for centuries, but no one ever awoke them. So Dermit and Creepsecule peered into the scope and tried to find a match. "Look!"said Creepsecule when it was his turn."I found a match! It seems to have a beard with viking horns and playing a guitar!" Then, suddenly, a purple monster with a beard had a spiral around him made. A comet came cashing down for him, and it exploded right on top of the monster. As Dermit and Creepsecule looked up, they finally did it-they woke up a celestial named Atmoz. He played a guitar made out of air, and was 20 feet tall. He woke up, stared at them and said,"They who awake me shall get service from thee." The monster then bowed down at them as they were his master now. Creepsecule and Dermit looked at each other with evil grins...they knew they couldn't be beaten now.

The slaves were made weapons for fighting in the Percussion kingdom's main village. Trevis was helping giving out weapons, while Dr.Cybop was analyzing what weapons they would be best with. An army of Jeeode's rode on horses in shining armor, while the Thumpies were loaded in a catapult with bombs in their hands. The Deedge's used their beats as for throwing against the enemies. The rest got swords, hammers, bows, crossbows, cannons, ballistas, and torches. The main village villagers carried pitchforks and meat knifes, pointing toward the place of Ghazt. As they were running toward Ghazt and Congle with their armies, Trevis had to stay because Boodoo was calling him to come. Boodoo looked at him and smiled as he lay on his bed. He told Trevis,"Trevis, I will die in a few seconds. But I need to give you something,"he said in a weak voice. Boodoo took of his crown and gave it to Trevis. "You are king now, for you have proven yourself worthy. G-goodbye Trev-vis. I wi-ill remem-ember you always,"said Boodoo. Then, Boodoo closed his eyes and died. Tears went down Trevis' rocky face, for he couldn't believe that Boodoo had just died and left him. He wiped his tears off and stared at the guards around him who were sad too. Trevis ordered to them,"Build more cannons and ballistas. We're gonna need them."
Ghazt had captured some slaves, but they were already on the run.  The slaves couldn't run anymore. They tried to look back, but the slaves realized it was no use. The sound of cannons and clashes filled their ears, as they heard screams yelling of people trying to be saved. A forest of dunes fought the slaves' feet as many other slaves were running. You need to run faster, the slaves thought to themselves. Rocks made the way steep, but some slaves managed to get by. Everything went blurry as the sand went into their eyes. They were soon to be captured by the Dark Lord. The last few looked behind themselves, only to see a purple hand stretching out to them to capture them. Unlucky slaves tripped, fell, and the last thing they ever heard when they fell into the steep, dusty ground was,"Put these useless and runaway slaves away. They will only be useful to fix our civilization. We need to get more, people, so move it!" Sadly, they all got taken away by the infamous Congle with the rumored celestial Atmoz.

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