Sheila Lobelia and her crew were about to wrap up our Fellowshippers into fresh juice boxes when Ahavarwen blurted out, "Spiderweb Mistress, the Dark Knight still loves you!"
The Sisterhood of the Eight Legged pants froze at the sudden outcry and looked up at their once upon a time Queen, who was nothing less than wide-eyed at the mention of the name. She blinked in Morse Code, That name sounds familiar . . .
It felt as if a fog shrouding her memory slightly lifted. He was my ... boyfriend?! "YES!"
everyone exclaimed in unison. The Spiders who, despite their hunger, were enraptured by the prospect of romance.
The great Eye of DUPon began to tear ( almost drowning Viddax who was stuck in the web directly below ). The memories came back to her slowly, until she finally remembered what the Dark Knight looked like: such a strapping hunk in those tights, the pointed rubber ears, the way he discoed in the moonlight and danced the Batusi under the stars . . .
"Help us be free of this web!" said Ganjosh. "Then we'll help you find him!"
She blinked wildly in agreement. Sheila and her crew clapped their mandibles excitedly and went straight to work on pulling everyone free. Then the Eye of DUPon was loaded onto a wooden cart to be pulled by several of the Donkeys.
In gratitude, Rosie Grace gave each of the spiders a basket of blueberry muffins and a recipe for the most dynamite Bloody Marys.
"Which way do we go now?" asked da_poetic-edifier after that harrowing escape.
"We head straight for that volcanic mountain spewing flames and noxious fumes," said P'Radriel, pointing to the East.
"Or, we just follow the shrieks," Lord Melrond added.
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And the shrieking of the Nasty Ghoulies was relentless as they galloped back to the armor plated, spikey gated community of Humbug. Their miniature midnight steeds were tuckering out. They would search for The One Poem ô from the skies instead. It was time to saddle up their awful, dragon-winged Smelly Beasts!
But first, at the guard shack, the Ditch King swiped his badge through the card reader and entered his 4 digit PIN code. The security in his kingdom was so tight that even he was subject to random body cavity searches. Then they disappeared through the metal gate that was briefly opened.
The Dark Knight listened intently, then sighed in relief. The Poemwraiths were travelling away from them. They could breathe more easily now. It was slow going through the Dreaded Marshes, but they were making better time than if they had gone around.
DUGlo was alarmed when he came across a face in the water staring back up at him. "Who are these people?" he asked hesitantly.
The Dark Knight explained, without slowing down. "The bodies here have been preserved by these boggy waters for thousands of years. They were the Numeralians, Men of the West who fought MOAR!ON's armies and drove him into the East. Most of their race is extinguished and without a king to lead themthese days."
The Glowyrm thought of all the NaPoWriMos that were held before and after MOAR!ON's reign of terror, thanks in part to these brave, fallen soldiers. It put things into a sort of perspective. This was history they were travelling through. And its future depended on the outcome of their quest.
DUGlo was really just a little fellow, in a wide world after all.