The Hey Arnold! Fantasy Adventure Epic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8

The four friends arrived in the vast expanse of Gerald Field.

"Well, we're here," declared Gerald. "At my namesake!"

"Give it a rest, Gerald-o," said Helga.

"Hey, what's going on over there?" Arnold pointed to a group of girls huddled around a series of tents. When they got closer they realized that all of the girls were wearing the same uniform of kilts and beret."

"Hey there," said Arnold to one of the girls.

"Good 'morrow to yeh!" replied the girl. "Yeh four are a brave lot to come here!"

"What do you mean?" asked Phoebe.

"Us Campfire Lasses have been protecting our turf against the rrruffian across the way! They are led by the Tyrant of Gerald Field!"

"The tyrant?" asked Gerald.

The Campfire Lass nodded. "Aye! He nay but an underling of the wretched warlock Wolfgang. He thinks he could horn in on our territory, but he's got another thing coming!"

"Wolfgang?" Concerned, Helga peered out into the horizon; there, she could see another army of young men, all decked out in armour with red banners dancing in the wind.

"Did you need any help?" asked Arnold.

"A-actually, Arnold," said a nervous Helga. "Maybe we shouldn't get involved. I mean, who are we to impose on their little scuffle?"

"What are you talking about? It's our duty to help!"

"It's our duty to find your Messiah, football-head!" countered Helga.

As the two argued, Gerald and Phoebe noticed that the two sides were positioning themselves for an assault.

"Uh, you guys..." said Gerald.

But neither Helga nor Arnold were listening. It wasn't until the Campfire Lass they were speaking to picked up a bagpipe did they notice that something was about to go down.

"It's time, Laddies!" yelled the Campfire Lass. "For our land, our lot, and our chocolate turtles! Charrrge!"

The whole party of Campfire Lasses charged toward the army of the Tyrant, who in turn was charging toward them. The group could only watch in horror.

"Arnold, you gotta do something!" said Gerald.

"I...I..." said Arnold, at a loss for words.

But just before the two sides could converge, a bright sphere of light appeared in between them and expanded like a bomb blast. Arnold, Helga, Phoebe, and Gerald ducked before the shockwaves could reach them, effectively saving their lives. When they had the courage to look up, they realized that both the Campfire Lasses and the Tyrant's army were nowhere to be seen.

"They're....they're all gone..."Phoebe said sadly.

"I don't' believe it...!" exclaimed Helga.

"Arnold, what do you think happened?" asked Gerald. "Arnold?"

But Arnold wasn't listening; he was already on his feet and walking towards the sphere of light, which was shrinking down and becoming smaller and smaller until it became a tall as a person. Then the orb went from opaque to translucent to transparent and eventually disappeared, revealing a young girl with fiery red hair in braids, and wearing a deep green gown.

"Hey Arnold! Wait up!" Gerald ran to his friend's side and suddenly found himself also face-to-face with the mysterious girl.

"Brave travellers from afar, fear not, for your Messiah has arrived." The young girl brushed her hand on the cheeks of both Arnold and Gerald and both became immensely rapt in her presence.

Helga folded her arms and snorted. "THAT'S the Messiah? Give me a break!" Phoebe said nothing, merely observing how the scene was playing out.

"Brave Peacekeeper, your journey has come to a close. Follow me, and I shall reward you for your exploits. Come." The redheaded girl turned and walked away, without ever acknowledging Helga or Phoebe.

Indignant, Helga began to chase after her. "Hey! What are we, chopped liver?! We helped too! Don't ignore me! Arnold! Tell her we're a part of your team!"

But Arnold and Gerald simply followed behind the redhead like a couple of obedient sheep. The girl glanced over her shoulder briefly, and Helga was suddenly propelled to the ground by an unknown force. When she finally sat back up, the trio was gone, replaced by a glowing white orb that rapidly escaped into the sky and sailing toward a mountain range several miles into the horizon.

Phoebe ran to Helga's side to help her to her feet. Thought she wasn't injured, inside she felt truly hurt.

"Arnold....we're a team...."