The Hey Arnold! Fantasy Adventure Epic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

Arnold, Gerald, and Phoebe once again sat in a dungeon cell, this time sans their traveling compatriot Helga; a guard slept soundly in a chair nearby.

Phoebe stood up and began to pace back and forth. "This isn't normal. Something is wrong. I know King Bob – he can be incorrigible at times, but he'd never let me leave Helga's side."

"What are you saying?| asked Gerald.

"I'm saying Helga's in danger, and it's up to us to save her!"

Arnold scoffed, kicking his feet back and forth. "Why bother? What good is a Peacekeeper to a warmonger and her spoiled daughter?"

In two steps Phoebe approached Arnold and slapped him squarely in the face. Gerald's jaw dropped in surprise.

Stunned, Arnold held his sore cheek in his hand and looked up at Phoebe and shock and bewilderment.

But Phoebe was unapologetic. "Listen to me, Arnold," she began. "Do you know why Helga had ran away? She knew that the war and fighting would never end if she took Wolfgang's hand in marriage. That's why she set out to carve her own destiny, one that didn't involve anything on which her father had built his legacy. You see...she was finding her own way to bring peace to this land. And little did she know she'd succeed when she found you. You have to save her. If not for me, or Helga, or King Bob, then for every other living soul who craves peace."

Arnold lowered his head and considered her words. He then stood up alongside her and said, "You're right – we've got to save her."

Gerald smiled and stood up as well. "All right! But, uh – how are we supposed to get out of here?"

Phoebe smiled coyly. "You forget that you share a cell with the land's most renowned alchemists. Observe."

She pulled a small vial from her pockets and emptied its contents on the lock of their cell, dissolving it instantly. As they exited the cell, the guard started to rouse, and that's when she took a small pouch of white powder from her pocket and blew it in his face, causing the guard to fall back asleep.

When they made their way upstairs they started to run down the vast corridors of the palace.

"So where should we find Helga?" asked Arnold.

"Not sure," replied Phoebe. "We might have to go to the upper floors..."

"Hey! What are you three doing out of you cell?"

A group of guards appeared and began to approach the trio.

"Gerald! Got anymore spoken word poems to share?" whispered Phoebe.

"Huh?" Gerald looked at Phoebe like she was crazy. "What? NOW?"

"Anything!" whispered Phoebe back, harshly. "Give me something!"

"Okay..." Gerald cleared his throat and approached the guards. "Have you fine men heard the tale of the Reluctant Rogue?"

The guards looked at each other in confusion as Gerald spun his tome:

Off the outer regions of the land

Down by the illustrious sea

There lives a man that would rather forget his past

He wills his wrongdoings to be a foregone memory

The Reluctant Rogue, though he be fearful in stature

Regrets his crimes as a repentant soul

And prays that his trials under the watchful eye of Neptune