The Fight For The Movellas Throne

In the kingdom of Movellas, King Jordan Philips ruled over the people, and everyone was happy. Until, that is, the neighboring kingdom, the land of the Directioners, declared war. Townsfolk were forced into hiding, and soon the Royals of the Kingdom had disappeared. Few must rise up, to help conquer the Directioners once and for all, and find the Royals of Movellas!

WARNING: This is an anti-One Direction fiction. I'm very much against them in my writing, so please don't have a go at me, saying 'How could you say that?' because IT'S A BIT OF A JOKE. NO OFFENCE INTENDED. THANKS. Anyways, enjoy!

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4. Chapter 3

Lunging forward, Miss Gizzard kicked out at one of the thugs holding an unconscious Imogen, and so he naturally dropped her wrists and ran to attack. His companion saw the scene, and also rushed to fight Izzy off.

She grinned. It was all going exactly to plan.

Seeing Izzy's gesture (she made while kicking the fools left right and center), Peace immediately got the message and ran to get Imogen, Dann and Kameka, and hopefully bring them back to consciousness. When this failed, she ran to a nearby well (luckily just a few feet away in this case) and gathered up a bucket of water. After tipping a good bucketful in each of their faces, Dann began twitching. Soon this sensation reached his face and a pair of sparkling eyes opened, masked by a curtain of dark hair. Springing into action, he looked down at his unconscious companions. Peace smiled; Dann was by far the strongest of the three of them, so arguably he was the most help being awake than the other two. 

"I can take one of them- you and Izz carry the other." Dann insisted, immediately recognising the situation. 

"Works for me," Peace agreed, picking up Imogen's head and back, so as not to injure her. Staring at her dull, lifeless face, Peace noticed just how lively she had seen both Imogen and Kameka; yet here they both were, looking like they might as well be dead. Quickly picking up the pair, Dann and Peace ran. And ran. They both knew where they were going.

 

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After a sharp rap on the door, Adam sauntered to the peeling wood frame, leaving his black and white cat on the rocking chair, along with the original copy of "Inspired Insanity of a Kool and Kreative kind" which he was re-reading for the umpteenth time, despite being the author of it.

"What's the password?" he asked, dissatisfied with just the secret knock. 

Sighing, Dann muttered impatiently: "'Kreative with a K'."

"Right, you can come in now, Dann." Adam answered. Peace and Izzy both tried to follow, gazing at the flickering fire with hungry eyes, but Adam closed the door again. "I haven't heard a password from you two!"

"For Lord's sake, Adam," Izzy insisted. "We're carrying two wounded soldiers here, and you want us to repeat a password that Dann just said?"

"That about covers it, yes." He agreed.

"Fine," Peace moaned. And the two of them repeated the Kreative babble again. "But you can't expect these ones to provide you with a password." Gesturing to the unconscious Imogen and Kameka in their arms.

"No, you're right. I can't." Adam said primly, letting them in. "What happened anyway?"

Opening the old, rickety door, the four girls stepped in - well, two of them stepped in, Kameka and Imogen were dragged in - as a welcoming fire illuminated the small room. Dann had already settled himself in an armchair and was stroking Adam's cat happily, explaining the situation before Peace and Izzy had shown up - how the thugs had whacked him round the head and all that.

"I suppose the same thing happened to Kameka and Imogen," he acknowledged. "I was out by then anyway."

This building was the base for Movellians - the very epicentre of literacy, creativity, and all-round awesomeness. Disguised as a rather dogdey-looking inn, any non-movellians who asked for a room were told sorry, there were no vacancies. Up the stairs and through a couple of coridoors were everyone's rooms, which is straight where the band headed, until they arrived in Adam's room itself.  Books coated every wall from floor-to-ceiling, leaving a rickety old bed to linger around the middle of the room. It looked out of place, but Adam clearly didn't care.

As they laid out the two girls, all four of them sat thinking about a decent way to wake them up. Water hadn't worked, nor did massaging their temples, and leaving them to wake up certainly wasn't a brilliant idea, since the had been out cold at least an hour, and they couldn't afford to lose any more time.

"I've got it!" Adam shouted suddenly, breaking the silence held behind them. "Where are their quills?"

They immediately began searching the pair's pockets, but to no avail. "Check their rooms," Izzy thought aloud. "You never know, they may just have left them here this morning."

And with that, Dann, Peace, Izzy and Adam proceeded to leave the room, but were stopped dead in their tracks half-way down the corridor. Almost all the Movellians were standing in the doorway to their rooms, looking puzzled.

One of them, a fair girl in a long black gown and black gloves, namely Lia, asked "Has anyone seen my quill? The black one, with the gold nib?"

"I know," commented another girl. "Mine's disappeared too!"

"I was halfway through the blurb of a new Movella! It was going to be my millionth!" Lia shrieked. She was known as 'The Witch with a Million Original Books'. She was good, however, but seemed almost magical, having written so many Movellas. She had even had to open her won book shop on the Black Market, since she had run out of space in her own room. It provided her a small trickle of money, since most of the books were only half-finished.

Then, Adam's door opened, and Imogen and Kameka stepped out, both still looking faint. "I can't find my quill!" Imogen positively wimpered.

"Nor can I!" Kameka shuddered. She looked half-dead, as though she was still unconscious, just standing up.

Soon, almost every Movellian was panicking, all discovering that their precious pens were gone. Tisnt, Lia, Erica, JenJen, Imogen, Kameka, Dann, Peace and even Adam seemed close to tears.

"Wait," Izzy tried to bring hope, but her voice cracked. "I had mine earlier, out in town. It should still be here..." looking in her pocket, where she could see a feather. Silvery grey, positively sparkling in the light.

At least, she could normally see it.

Because now it wasn't there.

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