Morgman Freemoth

the queen

It wasn't long before the queen entered the dungeon, all the guards bowed as she passed, she stopped just in front of Morgan and Mothman. 

The boys looked up at her, fear rang in their hearts as they awaited the results of the test. 

"Morgan Free... does this say broccoli?" she asked.

"yes." he replied sheepishly.

she eyed him suspiciously before continuing, " you passed every question except one. [what is your natural state?]" 

Morgan Freebroccoli was shocked, he meant to fail all of them so how did he only fail one question? "you're wrong  i know there's no way i got even a single question. i am far too stupid."

"ironic. you don't sound stupid to me."

"hecc."

"either way, for this question you put that your natural state is human when it's obvious that you're a broccoli person."

Morgan Freebroccoli laughed. he had never been called a broccoli *person* before. broccoli king, yes. but person, it's almost blasphemy.

before he could say anything more on the matter, the celequeen collapsed. no one moved. they all just watched her, waiting for her to wake up. but she never did. 

after an hour they decided someone should check her pulse. so they nominated the apple person who was not very happy about having to touch a vegetable. 

her pulse was very weak. she was in a serious condition.

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(when the queen collapsed, she was bombarded with visions of her past, future, and everything in between. it was like the cosmos were trying to tell her something but she didn't know what.)

the queen shouted. she had heard enough. her blade could cut through steel --

she could hear the footsteps come closer and closer, slowly leading them into her home—like a horde of ravening wolves were chasing a hare away. she could hear her clacking of steel as it reached the wood frame and clattering as it fell. she took a step forward, ready to give them her blade in case she was going to be held at gunpoint. but—she wasn't even sure how to describe it. the warmth, the stench, the soft fluttering voice, like an angel was whispering in her ear. She let her fingers hang limply in her own.

She didn't realize how bright the sunlight was coming, when suddenly she spun on the spot. Her feet stuck on a tree branch and she stumbled onto the ground, barely managing to get to her feet. A creaking sound made her look up. She was in a playpen. She tilted her head to see its contents. A pig's head.

It was holding a pillow.

She stumbled a little more, reaching out to touch it. It quivered at her touch.

"A funny dream, a floating cloud, where the south wind swells its wings and sends a word-antidote down the throat of the wise." Although the earth may be part of a cloud, it will never be a phantom, so to speak." Just a stranger here, like here. He could go anywhere, and be anybody, with the right sort of luck and appetite. That's why it won't matter to me if he comes back for the third time. There's no point in worrying about it, it won't happen. I'll welcome him back, I'll do anything to let him go."

Many years ago, I had lost my father. The death of a comrade was a terrible thing, to be sure. But the death of an entire family... well, it was, I suppose, the biggest loss I could ever bear. So many family members, and I can't even begin to put into words how much that must have meant. It didn't change me. I just lived. Even my own thoughts, one of the only things I can control, are after all my vision. The next time I see him, I will do my best not to let go of the phone, hoping that I will be the one to do something.

They made their way to the 3rd story basement of Queen's -- where they found the queen. The guards seized John as well and brought him before Wolter, who informed the Duke.

The Duke moved the queen into her dungeon, but one of the guards was able to block the door and knock the queen out. She soon awoke, while a group of townspeople watched. The queen recognized them as soldiers and the people of Canopus pledged fealty to them.

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the celequeen did not survive..