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“Listen here, gather ‘round, and you shall hear of Dounut Town. A long time ago, Danny McDonutster founded the land of Dounut Town. He loved donuts so much that he wanted to create an amusement park so that other children and adults, tall and small, skinny and fat, old and young, could have a chance to experience his love for donuts.”
Okay. I’m going to have to stop you there. Just because I need to tell you this, you will have to stop reading about Dounut Town. Maybe one day my gramps can finish the story for you. After the story is fixed, that is. But for now, you’ll have to trust me. Now let us peek into yesterday and you will have to hold on because this will be one exciting ride. Now let’s stop wasting time. Let’s go!
Things Start Going Wrong…
It all started like this. It was one morning like any other but one thing. Today was the day we went to Dounut Town for the first time. Apparently, Dounut Town is a huge wreck and is only for babies. But after what happened yesterday, I'm inclined to disbelieve them. Oh well. You’ll see.
It was on the car when it all started. Molly, my sister, was staring out the window and humming the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me. Then suddenly the car swerved to the left, and then to the right. My stomach was being squashed by the seat belt until I looked at my sister and I got this really odd calm feeling. She was just sitting there and now humming the song Blank Space by Taylor Swift. Did I ever mention that my sister is a Taylor Swift lover? Well now you know. Anyways, while the car lurched back and forth, and side to side, me and Molly just sat there oddly calm, and just sitting there like we were on any old normal car ride. It was a yelp that brought me out of the soothing calmness of not lurching back and forth. I turned to see Rosie, our Teacup Pomeranian squealing out of control. Quick as lightning I grabbed her and cuddled her in my lap. Slowly her squeals died down and the car stopped lurching after we exited the highway.
“Well, that was quite a ride wasn’t it girls?” asked our grandma.
“What do you mean ‘quite a ride’? Everything seemed normal to me aside the scenery moving around wildly outside,” responded Molly.
“What do you mean normal? Even Rosie was squealing!” I exclaimed. “Oh well. Maybe it’s because your earbuds were in.” I wondered and wondered why I had that strange calm feeling even though the car was still lurching back and forth when I looked at Molly. Strange, I thought.
A Welcome to Dounut Town
An hour had passed and we still weren’t at Dounut Town until another half hour. In the hour that had already passed, me and Molly had already finished like three pages each full of doodles. And trust me, we doodled small.
When we finally stopped, we weren’t at Dounut Town yet but at my old friend Fern’s house. What in the world are we doing here?, I wondered. Then, when my grandma took Rosie out of the car and told us, “Get out! We’re making a stop,” it hit me. We were going to let Rosie stay here when we went to Dounut Town. The suitcases in the back of the car were for the sleepover we were going to have with Fern when we came back from Dounut Town.
“I love it when you call me señorita,” the radio played as we rolled down the street towards Dounut Town. My sister was staring out the window (again), but this time nothing weird was happening. Like she wasn’t floating. For some random reason I felt really tired, so I decided to eat some Pringles.
A little while later, we arrived at Dounut Town. When we got out of the car, I looked up and on the sign, there were little dounut men dancing all around the bridge. To be honest, they looked really, really…silly. It’s true! If you saw them you would believe me. Anyways, back to the story. We walked under the bridge, over a lazy river, and saw three signs at the end. The signs said, "Young dounuts, old dounuts, and water dounuts."
What in the world?, I thought, as we walked along the path to the water dounuts.
“What are water dounuts?,” asked my sister. “How come they spelled donuts wrong? They spelled it D-O-U-N-U-T instead of D-O-N-U-T!”
Our grandmother sighed and responded, “You see honey, these dounuts aren’t your everyday donuts back at home. These dounuts are very special.”
“How?” me and Molly asked.
“I don’t know. The recipe was lost long ago. All I know is that they decided to give this special food a new name. This place was famous back in my day for their special donuts. It’s a wonder it’s still standing. Nevermind. I’ll buy you and your sister one, Molly. You can try it and see what I mean,” grandmother answers.
She was right. Those things were delicious. I decided to buy two to bring back for Fern. After eating them, I thought I could run. Run all the way to the moon. Not that it’s possible. My sister apparently felt the same way. Except that she told me that she felt happy and mad at the same time. Like literally. Her face was angry, but she was hopping around and had a really creepy smile on. We were allowed to go wherever we wanted as long as we met at the pathways in three hours. We were left with fifty dollars each while our grandma and grandpa went into the Lovey Dovey Dono Ride. Sounds disgusting.
A Mysterious Lady
We ventured out into the young dounuts area and walked around. Molly got another dounut and I got a cookie. With our sweets, we walked around and gazed at the giant and amazing rides. The rides were full of design. One of the rides, the Dounocorn, which was in the old dounuts area, was colossal. There were so many loops in the ride that it was crazy. The ride was super long and stretched all along the park. It went from all sections and overlooked the park, but at the same time it was going super fast. The coaster looked like a unicorn but the famous dounut themed. One coaster carried one person and they were strapped on.
As we kept walking, we saw a fortune tent. We decided to try it out. Well, not really. There was like a force guiding us into the tent. When we went in, a mysterious lady emerged from the shadows. She had a dark purple cloak on with a light blue dress underneath. The cloak was decorated with yellow spots. Though the spots were probably part of the cloak, they suspiciously looked like beans. The dress had a few dark pink splotches which looked like stains, by the way.
“Welcome…” the fortune lady whispered, “I have been waiting for you…”
That’s not very normal. This is getting very creepy, I thought.
I know, responded a voice in my head that sounded very similar to my sister.
“Come. Come and have your fortunes told,” she whispered.
“Why? You are NOT the boss of me,” retorted Molly.
“*sigh* If only you knew…,” she responded. She flicked her hand and a table suddenly appeared in front of us and Molly dropped into a hole.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?,” I screamed at her.
“Calm down...if you don’t…,” she nervously replied. Her eyes darted left and right. She didn’t finish her sentence.
“IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE MY FRIEND. YOU HAVE AWAKENED ME. YOU HAVE ANGERED ME. AND NOW, IT IS TIME TO PAY…,” hissed a voice. I lifted my head all around looking for the source of the noise, but found nothing.
I ran towards the door, but of course, it was locked. I struggled and struggled to open the door but it didn’t budge. Then it started raining parts of the building. Soon, a huge hole had opened up in the wall. I turned towards the fortune lady and walked right up into her face. “GET US OUT OF HERE. NOW!,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“I c-c-can't. My m-m-magic is u-u-useless against h-her. Y-y-you do s-s-something… y-y-you are more p-p-powerful than m-m-me,” whimpered the lady.
Now it was my turn to look surprised. “Me?,” I questioned, “How am I more powerful? You can make things appear out of thin air! What can I do?”
Her laugh was shrill and loud. “You are more capable than you think, human,” she chirped. “Do something, unless you wish to die.”
Escape and After
I peered around frantically, as I looked for something I could use. Guess what? I found… nothing. To be honest, I kind of expected that. I have always thought that I was fast. Well, I guess that I don’t know what I AM capable of. I decided to run away. I grabbed the creepy fortune lady, and sped off into the distance.
As I ran, I realized I wasn’t that tired. “Hey you. Is that---that thing still following us?,” I called to the lady.
“No. He is gone. We are far enough from his ground. We can stop now,” responded this evil fellow who caused my sister to disappear (A.K.A. fortune teller lady).
“Good. How far did we, excuse me. I mean how far did I run?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “Hmmm, looks like about… six miles? Wait, six miles in like what, five minutes?”
Dear reader, if you can’t tell by now, I am really annoyed by this lady and want to kill her. And six miles is NOT an assumption. In fact, it was probably more. Considering the fact that the ground was completely flat, the fortune tent was not even a tiny little speck. It was completely gone from view. By the way, that tent was HUGE. Now, back to the story, my fellow humans.
“Hey, I’m actually not that tired!,” I noticed. Dang it! Stupid jinx! Right after that, I felt tired, but not too tired. Like, semi tired. “You there, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” I warned when I noticed that she was trying to inch away. I grabbed her by the collar and hissed, “BRING BACK MOLLY. NOW!”
“Jeez. She saves me once and she thinks that she owns me,” she muttered under her breath.
“What was that?,” I pressed.
“Nothing. Nothing really. You, just concentrate. Talk to your sister,” responded the person.
“Sounds easy. Lady what is your name?,” I asked.
“Why do you want to know kid?,” responded the lady.
“I mean if you want me to keep calling you lady, suit yourself lady,” I retorted. Then I reached out looking for my sister.
Where are you Molly?, I asked.
I don’t know. A dark room with cobwebs. It smells like dirt and sweat. Ewww. Why are you tired? Tell me everything. Now, she replied.
Wait. WE CAN TALK TO EACH OTHER?? COOL! But why should I tell---- I started but never finished.
Dear reader, you should know never to argue with my dear sister. Never. You would lose no matter what. Fine. I told her everything. The creepy voice, how I ran, about me being stronger than the fortune lady and communicating with her. As I expected, she was speechless.
I want cake, responded Molly after some time.
Okay, I said back.
After the fortune person summoned Molly out of the ground, we set off through the ground. Like actually, the ground was split open. First it was just cracks, then the cracks got bigger and bigger until they were the size of large tables. Then we dropped into the depths of the ground.
When we fell, there was a lot of screaming. My eardrums were ringing all the way down, and after we made some progress down the tunnel thing, we swirled down to the ground faster and faster until we were about five yards away from the ground. I was so scared how hard I would hit the ground because we were falling so fast.
“Five meters… oh wait. Nevermind! Twenty-two meters, twenty-one meters, nineteen meters, seventeen meters, fourteen meters… shoot! I skipped a few numbers!,” announced the lady who Molly had put on her to kill list. At this moment, I realized that she sucked at math. She may look all flashy and cool because she can use magic, but in reality, she sucks at math, ha ha ha.
As we got closer and closer to the ground, I got scared and even more scared. Then I got an urgent message from my sister, LOOK AT ME! CONCENTRATE! NOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE SERIOUSLY SCARED! This message told me that my sister must have sensed our thoughts, I thought it was just a twin thing, but, boy, was I wrong. I looked at my sister, my mind cleared, I stopped screaming, my ears were not popped anymore from the altitude and, for a moment, I felt really relaxed like I was on the beach, lying on the sand. Then we hit the ground with a hard thump. I must have blacked out because when I woke up, I was lying on a bed.
As I was saying earlier, I blacked out. It turns out that Molly and I fell onto the landing trampoline, into some hole, sat up and promptly passed out from exhaustion. I mean, we went through a lot in one day. It only felt like a few minutes, but it turns out, I was out for a complete hour. Molly on the other hand, was out for an hour and a half. Crazy right? Anyways, when I woke up, I looked around to get a good sense of where I was. This is what I learned.
I was in a room, the room was yellow (supposedly to make me happy), the fortune lady was sitting on a comfy chair against the wall doing something, and my sister and I were lying on a blackish, bluish, greenish, reddish colored bed. I’m going to call it B.B.G.R.C. (black. blue. green. red. color). As I kept looking, I decided to safely assume that fortune lady was playing Angry Birds 2 on what looked like a phone. I could tell from the lively music, the dying pig sounds and the screaming birds.
A little while later, F.L.( or fortune lady, whatever you prefer) looked over at me and said dejectedly, “I know you’re awake.” How did she know? “Stop filling your head with random thoughts. To answer your question before,” she hesitated, “My name is Luado. I am a boy, so please stop calling me a lady. I am also not a fortune teller. It was just a disguise, but for now, just call me anything reasonable except for Luado,” muttered Luado. Oh wait, I’m not allowed to call her that.
“I guess I’ll call you Snakey Do. So Snakey Do, explain that voice and how I ran so fast,” I ordered.
“It’s better to let the others that are here to tell you that. I cannot explain it as well as they can. In exchange, I will tell you what has happened so far.” I nodded to show I agreed. I pulled myself up into a sitting position as Snakey Do began, “When we fell, we fell down and we landed on the landing trampoline and into the foam pit. Then you two,” she said while nodding at Molly (who was still passed out) and me, “passed out leaving me to lug you guys out of the pit, and onto the carpet around it. Then I transported you to this room, while I went to go report to the others.”
“You keep talking about other people, yet why haven’t I met them and who are they?,” I asked.
“You will find out. As soon as your sister wakes up. Oh and by the way, you might want to tell your chaperones why you aren’t there yet,” replied Snakey Do.
The color drained from my face making it pale as an egg. “Oh no…”
Meanwhile, gramps and grandma were sharing a large dounocream ( a special flavor, taste, themed, and type of ice cream). Slowly they picked their way through the crowd in the old dounuts section, as they headed back to the pathways. When they got there, it was ten minutes until the three hours ended, and we would go home. But as you already know, Molly and I got… I guess you could say sidetracked. When gramps and grandma got there, they waited and waited for us. When they got tired of standing, they sat down on a bench not far from the pathways. Either way, they could still see us, if we showed up. Minutes passed, and we still didn’t show up, which worried our grandparents to death.
“It’s not like the girls to get lost, ”stated my grandpa, “They are also true to their word all the time. Unless Ida, you were right not to bring them to this place because of their mag---”
“Shut your old mouth! Just as useless as a, as a bucket of mud! I told you not to bring them here, and what do you know? They get lost, probably kidnapped by those who need the power! Edhuveryo Yujhu Jonesruk (Ed-hoover-yo You-ju-hu Jone-sir-uk), next time you better listen to me! I may not know much about this family, but I am similar enough to this family to know better than to bring them here!,” retorted grandma.
“Now, now Iddie, don’t get angry. They may just have gotten lost and they might be on the way,” stammered Grandpa, but he didn’t sound so sure himself.
“Don’t you dare try your flattery on me. I am very disappo--,” responded grandma, when the phone rang from my grandpa’s pocket.
“Hello, this is Ed Jones here, and how can I help you?,” asked my grandpa in a very professional way.
“Grandpa! I’m so sorry that we are not there. In fact,” there was a pause, “Molly and I are half an hour late! I know it’s not like us to be late, but we ran into some problems,” I responded.
Silence. Silence that told me my grandpa was speechless. After what felt like hours, he managed to say, “Honey, where exactly are you, and where is your sister?”
“Oh, we are currently sitting in a B.B.G.R.C. room. It stands for black, blue, green, red, color by the way, if you didn’t know. I created it myself! As for your second question, Molly is currently knocked out and is lying on the bed sleeping. As for me, I just woke up about twenty minutes ago. We are staying with a person who I named Snakey Do. I’m pretty sure he kidnapped us. I’m not allowed to call him his real name though for some reason, " I said rather cheerfully.
“Are you staying with a person named Luado?,” my grandpa croaked.
“Yes. How did you know?,” I responded.
“Honey, it is time that you knew the truth. Tell Luado Edhuveryo is your grandfather, and tell him that I said to tell you the truth. Demand this information as soon as your sister wakes up. And if he hesitates, tell her that Edhuveryo Yujhu Jonesruk commanded you,” commanded my grandfather with a hint of urgency in his voice.
“But gramps, I don’t understand! What truth? What is so impor---,” I wondered.
Dear reader, I bet you fifty thousand dollars that you are as confused as I am. If I am right, you don’t have to pay me, but if I am not right, I still won’t pay you because I don’t know where you are. This is a very lame bet.
“Honey, there is no time for this. Hang up the phone, tell Luado nothing, and act like it’s normal. I know your grandma and I have told you never to lie, but if he asks you what you learned, lie to him, don’t tell him the truth, and whatever you do, keep your mind focused on things unrelated to what we just talked about,” ordered my grandpa.
“But…,” I stammered. The line went slack, and cut off. My head swarmed with thoughts like bees chasing its prey. Then I remembered what my grandpa said, and I focused on happy memories with my sister.
“So, what happened?,” pressed my grandmother.
“Ida, we have failed at our job. Our little girls have met them, and have to learn the truth, or we shall all be destroyed,” my grandpa said solemnly and gravely. My grandmother's eyes widened and then closed to the size of a crumb.
I handed the phone back to Luado (sorry, I mean Snakey Do), my hands shaking. “What happened?,” asked Snakey Do.
Don’t tell him the truth. Lie and deceive him, said a little tiny voice in the back of my head. I shook my head to clear those thoughts and said, “My grandfather wanted to know where we were because we were supposed to meet a while ago. I told him we got lost in the Douno Maze and that we are trying to get out. I mean, if he finds out that we got knocked out, and kidnapped, he would freak,” I responded.
“Kidnapped you say?,” he said, sounding amused. “What did he say?,” Snakey Do inquired.
I gulped. “He said that it was okay, and that he and grandma would wait for us because the maze was tricky.” I lied. Snakey Do nodded, and I heard a groan coming from my sister. Molly! You are awake!, I thought.
Yeah? So what? Why do I feel sleepy?, responded a groggy Molly.
You were sleeping for a long time. Watch this, I replied. I let my memories of the phone call flood into her mind like a sea full of fish. Then, she was speechless.
What are you waiting for? Let’s find out the truth!, declared Molly. “Fortune lady!”
I had to interrupt. “Snakey Do. Call him Snakey Do.”
“Him? How… what… why?,” she shook her head and continued, “ Snakey Do, we are related to the great Edhuveryo! Tell us the truth!”
The look on Snakey Do’s face went from normal to pure disbelief. It was priceless. “No, I don’t believe it. No, no, no. This isn’t possible. I decline your request! It is not true!,” he countered.
Molly let out an exasperated sigh. “The all mighty, great and powerful Edhuveryo Yujhu Jonesruk commands you to! Now do it!,” she commanded.
“Alright… it may be the time now to tell you,” responded Snakey Do. “Come, follow me through the door, and you will learn where you are and who you are.”
The “Underground Railroad”
When we stepped out of the room, Molly and I instantly felt tired and Snakey Do warned, “Wow, hold on there. Don’t take it too fast, take it easy.” Molly and I heeded this warning and slowed a little.
“So, where are we Snakey Do?,” Molly inquiered.
“The Underground Railroad,” he responded.
“The Underground Railroad?, ” we responded in unison. “The group of houses that let the slaves pass through safely?,” Molly continued.
Snakey Do slapped his head. “No! Why does everyone think that! This place was long established before the houses. This is a real underground railroad. This is an underground cavern with lots of things. Everything you could ever dream of is here. Everything you need to survive is here. The folks are so thoughtful as well. They especially put an stxyegru (sticks-e-gru) room for those who pass out on the way down, like you guys. This place is big, large, giant, humongous, massive, enormous, colossal; this place goes all the way around the world!,” he announced.
“Wow. That is huge,” I gaped in amazement. “Two questions, what's a stxyegru and where are we going?” I asked.
“The color of the room that you were just in. It is supposed to make people feel better and heal faster. We are going to one of the greatest upalogo (oo-pa-lo-jo) of the 1600's and of all time and his two brothers, who were also great upalogos.”
I nodded to show my agreement and understandment, but on the inside, I was deeply confused. He said one of the greatest. Who was the greatest?
We headed down the long dark corridors and heard our footsteps echoing through the hallways. The walls were a nice light shade of gray and were smooth. You may think it was dark, but it was actually really cozy. It was nice and light, so we could see where we were going, and soft music danced and twirled through the air like ballerinas. We passed many doorways with signs above them. Some of the signs in English, and others in random lines. Some of the signs in English said, "Library number ten, pool, kitchen number two," and so on. Finally, we stopped at a door that was labeled in lines. It said, “ᘴᙠᏅሑቍ”.
“Welcome to the enchantment room,” Snakey Do presented. From the doorway, faint yellow light flowed through the cracks like bears fighting for honey. The yellow light radiated power, but not just any power. I felt that this power was strangely familiar. I knew this power well for some reason, but I didn’t know why.
The door opened. In the place of the door, an old man stood there with a huge grin and was leaning on a cane. “Welcome back, my friend. It has been some time hasn’t it? Come in, have some tea, and we can catch up on all the latest news,” the old man breathed.
We were about to enter the radiant glow of the enchantment room, when the whole structure shook, and a familiar voice hissed, “HELLO! I HAVE MISSED YOU! MY MINION HAS BEEN A GREAT USE TO ME! THE FOOLISH MORTAL WHO RAN AS WELL! FOLLOWING YOU HAS LED ME STRAIGHT TO THE HEADQUARTERS OF PICKLE! I CANNOT WAIT TO KILL!”
Snakey Do’s face paled, and he ran into the depths of the Underground Railroad.
“Well then, we are running out of time. Come inside before your tea gets cold and before we all die,” the old man remarked. We didn’t hesitate. We ran through that door leaving Snakey Do behind and letting the door slam shut behind us.
We walked deeper into the room until we reached a table with two other old men. We sat down and sipped our tea in total silence. “I do believe that you are confused. After all, it has been hundreds of years since we have seen each other,” murmured the old man breaking the silence. “I do believe that I should reintroduce myself. Sir Pickles at your service.”
I heard a snort from Molly.
Pickles? That is a weird name! Hilarious, thought Molly.
That’s probably just a fake name. Remember how grandpa has two names? One has to be fake, I answered in my head.
“That is right. Mortals think oddly of my real name, so I decided that they couldn’t judge this name as harshly,” declared Sir Pickles, reading our minds. “This is Sir Fiddles and Sir Kibbles,” he said, nodding at the other old men sitting at the table. “We have been sentenced here until the time comes. We got a prophecy saying to wait for the right one, and that is you. The Underground Railroad may be our home, but we long to see the sun streaking down our shoulders, and the grass on our feet.”
“The sun! The sun! The grass! The grass!,” chorused his brothers.
“So what can you do?,” I asked.
His gaze darkened. “That is not important. We do not have much time due to the monster outside. Gufak Bon Elu Mago is back. We killed him once, but he is back, stronger than ever. He has three favorite minions who are Mego No Do Lo Yo, Elu Hatik, and Peyto Bon Vince. (Meg-o-no-do (as in do re mi fa so) lo-yo, e-lu-ha-teek, and Pay-tow-bon-vince (vincent van gogh)). They are all powerful, but my brothers and I cannot defeat them. We need help.”
The room shook from the monster outside.
“Anyway, we will tell you a story,” stated Sir Kibbles. “A long long time ago in the 1600's, a great sorceress, who was a kind and loving ruler, ruled a lot of the world. Everyone loved her. She was very fair to everyone and helped the weak, though she was strong. Sadly, the ruler was killed in battle and sent to the jury of the dead. No one knew what happened next, but most believed that she was still watching over them. We have believed this for hundreds of years but never gave up hope because she was our cousin. Cousins can feel if something is not right and can usually read their relative’s mind with ease.”
“How are you still alive then? How come you are not dead?,” I asked, suddenly feeling like I had eaten a ton of marshmallows and had a stomach ache.
“We all had immortality, so we couldn’t age. We could only die in battle. We were locked here after the battle, so we can’t die,” responded Sir Fiddles (I think). They all kind of looked the same.
“Why did you tell us this?,” inquired Molly.
“Because we have been waiting for you. You are the one. We need help if we are to win this war. Now it is time for the biggest secret of all. You are the great sorceress, Seraphina. You are the greatest upalogo of all time. Welcome back, cousin. We have missed you,” replied Sir Pickles.
The next thing I remembered was falling to the ground, unconscious, with the faint voice of my sister screaming, “Seraphina!,” and then trying to reach me through thoughts. Seraphina! Wake up!
The entire structure shook, and it started raining books and wood.