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The Lost Stars ChronicleChapter 45: Hans Lentawl To The Rescue
Bjarn turned his face, his ragged, scorched, raw face to Voolmark and managed, “You...alright?”
“You shot me…” Voolmark accused weakly, moving his shoulder where the shatter shaft still was embedded.
“Sorry…” was all Bjarn could say.
“‘s ok…” Voolmark replied.
“Dude, you guys so scared the tyco outta me!”
Bjarn turned over. A familiar face peered down on him.
“Hans?” he croaked.
“No, it’s the Classic Emperor...of course it’s me!”
Hans Lentawl, the Junior Archiver of the Archives in Classic LEGOland, uncorked a skin and splashed the lot over the two on the ground.
“What are you...doing here...?” gasped Voolmark between labored breaths.
“‘Member that parchment with directions to the Temple Of Lost Stars we checked out ages ago? Seems it’s connected to the temple someway, ‘cause last night it started getting’ all glowy and saying things like: ‘They will burn, burn, burn!’ I couldn’t just sit on my megabloks staring at a jinxed piece of paper while you blokes are toastin’”
“You followed us into the Neverwood?” asked Bjarn, licking hungrily at the droplets of water clinging to his beard.
“Shifty-brick straight. Tyco, I’m not doing that again. Ran into some nasty giant spiders on my way out here. Luck’ly Niles was able to take care of ‘em.”
He saw the questioning looks on their faces and said, “I’m not stupid enough to wander about in the Neverwood by myself. My dad’s pretty well-known around the university. ‘E was able to whip up some troops...but you’ll meet them later...where’s everyone else?”
“I...don’t know…” gasped Voolmark.
“Tyco. Well, we’ll root them out soon enough. I’ll be right back and get you guys some stretchers and food and stuff.”
Hans turned from them and stared at the large mass of lava and debris flowing about a deep depression in the ground.
“Didja get rid of those Pendants?” he asked.
“I think so…” replied Bjarn.
“Man...that so rocks…” the bespectacled teenager commented.
Then Hans was off to get supplies. Hans was soon back, with soldiers with the Orion emblem affixed to their tunics following behind. Bjarn and Voolmark were gently hoisted onto stretchers and carried along the newly-formed cliff edge to where Hans had set up camp. Reno, Shainya and Aros were already laid out, sipping water while a medic attended to their burns and cuts.
“Where’s the others?” Bjarn muttered through cracked lips.
“Soldiers are out looking for them.” assured Hans, bringing them their own glasses, “Man, it’s a good thing you guys set off those fires down below, or we might not have ever found you. Then when the ground began to shake -- whew! Sure scared the megabloks outta me!”
“You just followed the heat? Where are we, exactly?”
“Smack in the center of the Neverwood, as far as I can tell. The instant I saw that jinxed parchment I raised some tyco and had a platoon on the road within an hour. It was the dead of night, too, but the moon was out and luckily it hadn’t snowed further, so we were able to find yer tracks -- even through the Neverwood. Man, I can’t wait to get outta here...twice I was snagged by a tree-vine, and we nearly lost a few guys down pits. Then all of a sudden your tracks vanished and the snow around us began to melt! Tyco! The ground was getting hotter and hotter, so we backtracked pronto and then we saw Voolmark’s show, and your kick-tyco rescue! That was so cool!”
Hans continued to chatter about the spectacle he had witnessed while another medic tended to Bjarn’s burns and Voolmark’s shoulder. Hans at once point interrupted himself to exclaim, “Ah! There Anardan...and two other guys…”
Bjarn watched as Gib and Anardan limped up to them. Malder Peregil was unconscious, draped over the back of his horse, Phirian. Griffin and Jackal had also returned and were following behind.
“Hey, were’d you find the horse?” asked Hans as they approached.
“I…uh…I didn’t.” said Gib, “Griffin found me and brought these two along behind. Hey, I could...um...use a little help over here with Peregil. He’s lost a lot of blood from his fight with Sir Dractor.”
Two soldiers stepped forward and hoisted Malder off the horse, carrying him off to one of the tents they had constructed. Voolmark was soon lifted too and carried away, leaving Bjarn with Anardan and Gib.
“So are you back?” the old Forestman asked.
Gib nodded. “Somehow it all came back to me when I laid hands on Anardan here. I’m alright now…except I feel dreadfully tired.”
Bjarn knew the feeling. And so at last, it became apparent that the quest for the Pendants and all the adventures that had come with it had finally come to an end. The arrow in Voolmark’s shoulder was seen to, Aros’s wounds were bound up and the gashes Malder had received at the hands of Sir Dractor were sewn together. Spirits were mended, balm was applied on burns and all the fellowship got what they wanted most. Rest.
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