The Hey Arnold! Fantasy Adventure Epic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

"I order you to release me and return me to my castle this instant!" commanded Princess Rhonda.

The giant had set her down on a rock several feet above the ground, jutting through the vast space of the cave. As the giant sat down, Princess Rhonda continued her tirade.

"Did you hear what I said? Well? Answer me now you beast!"

"I have a name, you know, " said the giant, resting his head on his fist.

"Well, what is it?"

"It's Harold!" answered the giant proudly. "And I know your name, too. You're Princess Rhonda Wellington Lloyd – ruler of Wellington Downs and prettiest princess I ever met!"

"Oh....well," Rhonda preened herself. "That's obvious. But why am I here? You're not going to eat me, are you?"

Harold waved her off. "Nah. I don't eat humans. I just wanted to talk to you."

Rhonda was taken aback. "Oh." She brought a hand to her chest and looked down at her lap for a moment. "Ok..." she cleared her throat. "So. How was your day?"

Harold let out an exasperated groan and lied on his back. "Oh man, lemme tell you...."

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Arnold and Helga had travelled through the valleys and were now ascending the rocky terrain leading up to the giant's lair.

At some point they took a break and rested in a lightly forested area. There was a tiny creek where Arnold went to get some water, and when he returned he caught Helga leaning against a tree reciting poetry.

Oh lo the Unhappy Fortunate

Red of hair but pure of heart

Thought rain clouds threaten his spirit

They'll never tear his hope apart.

"That's beautiful," said Arnold. Helga gasped turned around to face Arnold, hiding the feathered quill that she used to write behind her back. "Why did you stop?"

Helga looked away and laughed bitterly. "You know...this is actually what I wanted to do with my life."

"You mean...instead of selling fireworks?"

"Uh...yeah," said Helga rolling her eyes. "But my father never approved."

"You and your father don't see eye to eye?"

Helga sighed and sat on a nearby log; Arnold sat next to her.

"He's the reason I left home to strike it on my own. He intended to marry me off to some brute."

"Oh Helga...that's terrible," said Arnold sympathetically.

"Don't be, He said it was the only way I could be useful to him. He was probably right...."

"Tell me about the rest of your family."

Helga stood up and started to walk. "Not much to say. My mother was a powerful sorceress. Had me and my sister. Left me behind with my father only days after my birth. I guess it was because I didn't have any special powers."

Arnold followed her. "Come on, that can't be it."

"Well, why else would she?!" Helga spat. She stopped and turned the large white feathered quill over in her hand. "Anyway, this is the only keepsake I have from her. The day she left me behind, my father found me crying in my crib while a strange bird cackled at him."