Yanna, Ivanova, Emperor Beluga, and Lady Syrenna were all sitting around in the shade of the trees sipping on iced tea with Viniveer when all of a sudden the earth began to shake and quake under their feet. It was small but startling.

They stood and glanced at each other with worried looks. Viniveer flew to her nest to check upon her nearly ready to hatch eggs. Chub huddled against Lady Syrenna's neck. Bob clung to Yanna's back making purring sounds.

"What the hell was that?" They said all at the same time.

They all had a strange feeling about the quake. So they took a quick walk to Ivanova's place, the hellhole, to see what was going on. Because, after all, she lived underground, and you could see what was going on underground.

It was surprisingly cold inside.

"Why is it cold here? Aren't we in Hell?" Asked Yanna.

Ivanova replied, "The fun part of Hell, of course. My part."

Lady Syrenna said, "I guess that's a good thing. So will we kill things? Are there not demons who roam your halls?"

Ivanova said that she had killed them all off already, but if they wanted some to kill, she could open a door to her playroom where she beheaded and cut limbs off demons and such.

They kept on walking further into the round, tunnel-like ways... deeper and deeper... darker... colder... and soon Lady Syrenna, Yanna, and Emperor Beluga could not handle it and started to shiver.

"Wusses!" Ivanova yelled.

"Umm, it is cold, duh!" Yanna snapped.

Then they nearly fell into a wide crack in the ground! They leaped back to the ledge and hyperventilated!

"HEY! I would much like to keep on living if you don't mind?! You could tell us when we are about to fall into fits of blood, guts, and who knows what else, Ivanova!" Syrenna snarled, clutching onto the wall. Chub began burrowing into her neck.

"Stop it, Chub!" She reprimanded as the chickadee was digging his tiny nails into her shoulder.

Bob, on the other hand, was busy weaving a big sticky web so that they all could cross the pit unharmed.

"There is no need for such things, you stupid, ugly, worthy-of-my-foot, spider!" Ivanova snapped. She blew the web to bits then jumped into the dark hole. They heard her scream in a fit of laughter.

"Does she think we're crazy?!? There's no way in hell I'm going to jump in there!" Yanna puffed as she flattened herself to the wall.

"Well, ya know, we are in Hell..." Syrenna said. She looked down and smiled. She leaped off the side and plunged into the dark silence. The Emperor held his breath and closed his eyes before he let go of the wall and followed.

"Insane... we are all insane!" Yanna muttered before she released the wall and fell down... down... down...

They were in complete blackness, sliding through smooth, slippery rock tunnels. They slid in circles, up and down and sideways. Going faster and faster until BOOM! They flew out of the tunnel and landed in a pile on the hard ground.

And they looked around, finding themselves inside a white cubicle! The floors were all tiles with glossy linoleum and there were chalkboards and giant p.a. speaker boxes that shot out announcements every few minutes. It looked very busy in there!

The Royalties stood in the centre of the room, gasping as they looked all around them. They were surrounded by many dark-furnished tables and typewriters, and inside of the cubicles sat tall skinny ladies and men who typed and worked on papers crazily.

"I've seen those in my book!" The Emperor yelled out, "Those are secretaries!"

"And where exactly are secretaries from? Aren't those the people who serve customers and write down schedules for their employers?" Ivanova said.

The Emperor put down his bag and inside came out a giant book labelled The Human Species of the World of Reality. Everyone jumped to the sight of this!

"We're back in Reality?! I thought we were done with this place after we killed those stupid Twinks and Surfer Dudes!" Yelled Yanna, stomping her feet repeatedly into the tiles, causing scratches and so on. "Fuck!" She yelled aloud.

Then all of the secretaries stopped suddenly and yelled at her, "SHHHH! No swearing in this school!"

The Royalties' stomachs ached inside. They became tense and ran as quickly as possible into the ascending staircase inside the metal door ahead of them.

"We're in a school?!" Lady Syrenna whispered loudly, "How can this be possible? Is Reality leaking into Hell?"

"The Emperor did block the gateway between Reality and our Silent Island, remember?" Ivanova said, "It was hiding betwixt the legs of that creepy mannequin in the breeding ground mall! Maybe, with nowhere to go, Reality started leaking out into Hell after I pulled the mall down here?"

From the door behind them, they heard a static noise coming from inside. They turned back and looked into the window of the door. As the secretaries began to work harshly again, their eyes were amazed to see text and numbers and whatnot shooting out from their typewriters. On and on went the written garbage into the giant hole that they arrived from!

"That must be the cause of the earthquake! Schedules... schedules..." Lady Syrenna said, "Maybe we can find their agenda somewhere first? Let's see what's going on..."

Just then, a big fat man in a black suit and red tie approached. His face was red and his jet-black hair was slicked down onto his scalp. He rubbed the tip of his moustache before he put his hands behind his back and glared down at the four with an evil smile.

"Welcome to Hell, how may I help you?"

Ivanova raged. She stormed up to this very fat man, pushing Emperor out of her way, and kicked the man in the leg.

"Satan, you big ass! I told you a thousand times: I'M THE RULER OF HELL, not you! Now get out of my sight!"

Satan turned up his rather large nose and snorted. Ivanova, bursting with rage, stomped her foot. A long, pointy metal, and not to mention sharp knife thing poked out of the toe. She raised this foot and kicked Satan in the crotch! He screamed and cried like a baby pig, rolling around on the nice white floor.

"Did you and your secretaries create the earthquakes!? Did you? DID YOU?!?" She screamed.

He shook his head, whimpering.

"LIAR!! You big fat bastard liar! TELL ME!!"

She began to kick him again. She then started digging in the back of his fat pants. The other Royalties raised their eyebrows.

"Shut up! I'm looking for something!" she said.

"I bet you are!" Syrenna snickered. Ivanova glared. She then pulled out a long sticky pink and red, warm and flexible... TAIL!

(I know what you were thinking, sicko!)

"I'm gonna cut this off if you don't tell me! And if you still don't tell me, I'll cut off something else down there, and I don't mean your second tail!"

Satan cowered, "I... I... I don't know... It wasn't me... Some mean-looking guy told me that I better evacuate this place... He gave me some secretaries to help with the paperwork... They're helping shut down the system... His name was... was.. Wardoh..."

He was now crying like a baby.

The Royalties laughed their heads off. It was a sight to see the Devil cower to the presence of Ivanova. Strange also.

"Wow, we are such powerful beings here, aren't we?" The Emperor said. When they all started to laugh, the Devil got out of Ivanova's clutches and scampered off into the shadows. The Royalties went after him, except for the Emperor, who had a good memory, and went back into the secretaries' office to steal an agenda book! This was the beginning of his kleptomania.

He crept back into the room, poking his nose, then his eyes around the corner. There was no one in sight. Hanging from each of the cubicles were little signs showing the face of a clock. Each of them read "Back in 15!"

"Ohohoho, sneaky sneaky me does not need to be quite as sneaky now!" The Emperor tittered. He scuttled through the room, shoving through piles of papers and files to find what he was looking for.

The three Royalties were running after the Devil, and Lady Syrenna summoned her plants to shoot out of the floors to trip him, but the plants did not emerge. Lady Syrenna said, "That's strange..."

She was having a hard time taking them out, using her powers here. Then after a few seconds, they worked suddenly and shot through the floors, past the ceilings, and up the stairs.

"Whoops! My powers seem to go all wonky here!"

The Devil kept running. It was Ivanova's turn. She took out her sword and aimed with precision at the Devil's buttocks. She threw it like a javelin and all of a sudden it flew right back at them!

"It has to be the Devil's powers!" Ivanova cried. And they ducked the silver sharp thing.

Then Yanna ran up the staircase ahead of the Devil. She waited for a few moments, the other two Royals watching her. She put on a black skirt that she had made during a slutty mood, and the Devil soon came up to get the bait.

"Hehehehe..." Ivanova and Lady Syrenna laughed downstairs.

"Shut up!" Demanded Yanna. As the Devil approached her and tried to make a move on her, she took out her dagger and stabbed him in the gut.

"You think this is going to save your precious Island?!" The Devil looked up and began to bleed. He started to fade in colour. "The forces of Reality are too powerful! My powers are useless here, and so should yours too. I sold my demonic presence to the school... They've taken it now in exchange for a set of delicious secretaries."

The Royalties cocked their heads and yelled out, "Lustful Devil! Ewwwwww!!"

Then the giant doors exploded and out came a bunch of moaning dead things. Teachers? They were like zombies and they had rulers and many other classroom objects clutched in their hands!

The zombie things came towards them, staggering and dragging themselves closer and closer. Syrenna summoned her vines (took some time seeing as how they were in Hell, where no green grew!) and they shot out of the ground and caged them.

The three looked about. Ivanova went up to them all and looked each in the cloudy white eyes.

"These were not here before, they are not my demons... OH GOD!" At the word 'God', the zombie things cowered and even Ivanova cringed a little, "They really are from Reality!"

She stepped away from the mob of stinking flesh.

"I think I read something about these sorts of things before. They're School Faculty..." Syrenna said, looking at Yanna.

"I don't give a damn what the hell they are! Let's just get out of this godforsaken hole!" Yanna sneered. Ivanova smiled. "Thanks for the lovely compliment, Yanna... but I do agree with you. Let's find that Emperor..."

The three Royalties came running back to the room full of secretaries, only to find it empty, except for the Emperor in a fetal position on the floor.

"What is it?" Ivanova asked as they bent down to look at him. He didn't say anything, but merely pointed at the open agenda book in front of him. Yanna picked it up and Syrenna and Ivanova read over her shoulders:

SCHEDUE FOR SERVER CLEANUP

The following items are to be removed:

Forums

• Insanely Evil
• Weezer Inc.
• Silent Island of Crow

"Oh no, they're going to destroy the Island!" Ivanova said.

Soon the earth began to shake again, even more rapidly and harshly than before! More more more, the ground shook so hard! The Royalties were sent flying down the corridors, bouncing off the walls. Emperor Beluga was still in his fetal position, crouching closely, and was getting tossed around like a salad.

His crown did protect him.

As they tried to stand up, being dizzy and all from the mayhem, their eyes blurred to the sight of what looked like... homework. Doors flew open and papers and more papers scattered everywhere.

"Agh! I remember all this crap!" Ivanova yelled out, "I remember this when I took that caterpillar trip to Reality!"

And again, they were pushed by the papers and books through a glass window. Smash!!! They all began to get weary from the tossing. So much pain. And dizziness. They were definitely feeling weaker and weaker. Staying inside the hellhole, their powers they could feel beginning to decrease. But everything soon stopped there.

Silence.

They looked up to see what was quite a pale person with short blond hair. She looked very angry at them and she seemed to be mumbling the words, "You are so messy... you are ruining the school..."

Lady Syrenna blinked and jumped up. She nudged Emperor Beluga and said, "Oh my god! I remember that voice!"

And Emperor Beluga jumped in reply and yelled out, "I thought we left Moody in the tree! Didn't we, Syrenna! Didn't we?"

"No, that was the Moody blob thing... but this isn't the real Moody, is it?" Ivanova asked.

The Moody before them began to laugh, yet it was a most un-Moody like laugh! It was something closer to Ivanova's evil laugh, but there was something far more menacing about it.

"Let's just say that I appear as the one you call "Moody." My true form would be too much for you to comprehend!"

And then the Moody began to laugh again. Her skin then began to wobble and a greenish tone appeared just down the nape of her neck.

"Oh aye-aye-aye!" The Emperor yelled out. "She is the green blob! Somehow she must have taken form now... she's getting stronger. I don't know if we should stay here so long."

As they were about to leave, the Moody smiled the biggest scary grin ever, like an alligator! And that made the Royalties run faster to the nearest exit. But she stretched out her glossy putty arms and captured them inside! They struggled to escape, but the proximity to Reality was draining them! One by one, they all blacked out...

When they awoke, they found themselves in a room that had a good amount of air conditioning. Ivanova sighed in contentment.

But the happiness was soon to end when a stout woman with absolute white curly hair came out of a room and had the most grouchy face they had ever seen. The Royalties backed away, but they were still stuck in Moody's goo. The woman looked furious as she spoke to them.

"You four have been very VERY bad, and I must give you detention!" She said, glowering at them.

"What did we do?!" Yanna yelled, trying to get the goo off.

"You disrupted the class, and now we must kill you!"

The Royalties looked at the lady, then they looked at each other.

They blinked.

Then they all burst into giggles!

"You, heh, kill us?" Ivanova said before she snorted, sending them into further giggles.

"Why yes!" The lady said, pulling a knife from her pocket. The three trapped Islander ladies did likewise.

Emperor Beluga waved his hand. "No no, not yet. Let's save all our precious knives for that big boss. There is a big boss, perhaps, in this school."

"That's right," Ivanova said, laughing, "Big boss indeed. Just how Syrenna likes it!"

Lady Syrenna pointed her knife at Ivanova's nose, making swift but playful stabbing motions at it. Each time, Ivanova's head would tilt back.

"Quit this nonsense, you fools!" The stout woman said.

"Hey, where's Moody?" Asked Yanna. The others shouted in confusion, because even though they were covered in Moody goo, they could sense that there was no consciousness within it. Had the Moody Blob escaped, leaving them trapped in its excretion?

"Quit this nonsense!!" The woman repeated once more, "You will all be sent to detention, where you will be tortured and left for dead in a couple of moments! We have been monitoring you and we don't like your silly little minds. No more games! Work-time now! Only work!"

And with that, she lifted her hand to give them a big slap upside the head, and so Lady Syrenna shot out her hands to use her magical powers. Only there was nothing that happened. Yanna did it as well, trying to turn the linoleum floors into jagged ice... but nothing happened. So they did it together and the only thing they came up with was a small tremor that was enough to make the stout woman wobble and crash to the floor!

"Our p-powers!" Yanna stammered, staring at her shaking hands, "What's making them stop like that? Are they controlling us?"

Ivanova struggled at the goo that was holding her, "We have to escape this place... if we're here when they destroy the Island, then we'll get destroyed too!"

"Really?" Emperor Beluga asked, "But I thought we were supernatural and not mortal at all?"

Everyone looked at him for a second before all saying, "Oh yeah!"

The stout woman picked herself off the floor, still holding the knife she had pulled out of her pocket. "I think not, children. We are going to kill you, like we kill all other unique and happy things in our school. There is no room in this world for self-expression!" She said, brandishing the knife.

"She's such a bitch, kinda like you!" Yanna whispered to Ivanova. Ivanova answered with a quiet "Fuck you!"

"No swearing in class!" The woman said.

Ivanova raised an eyebrow at her, "And how, pray tell, will you stop me?"

Quicker than anyone could guess from the woman's portly nature, she had cut Ivanova across the cheek.

"GAH! What the hell was that about!?!" Ivanova yelled, trying to escape from the goo so she could kill the lady.

"Hey!" Syrenna said, catching Ivanova's attention, "You're bleeding!"

Ivanova stopped struggling and felt her cheek. Sure enough, she had blood on her fingers when she pulled them away from her wound. The ice in her heart had not sealed the wound!

"You see, there is nothing you can do. Your powers are waning and you are no longer supernatural. Think of these things while I bring the instruments of your demise!" The woman said before stomping from the room.

They all began to whimper wildly and kick their feet to the goo. Then the door slammed open once more, and the stout lady came waddling in... with a freakin' giant chainsaw! She roared it on and lifted it up to get ready (because the higher it is, the more force it builds up when it gets down) and the Royalties began to scream crazily.

But the Royalties were smarter than the stout woman thought! Quickly they split themselves up - two on one side, two on the other - and they pushed outwards as much as they could. The chainsaw cut right through, but only cutting through the stretched goo because the lady had trouble aiming it (it was heavy, you see).

The Royalties were then free from the goo! But it did not end there, as the crazy stout woman slashed at them with the roaring chainsaw again, and so quickly they could barely dodge it! It braised the Emperor's super nice sailor outfit, cutting the print of a sailor anchor on his shirt in half.

"Bloody hell!" He yelled out, and he jumped onto the wall, projecting himself onto the stout lady's head, where he pulled her hair and bit her fat head!

"Die, wench! Die!"

The woman screamed and swung the chainsaw up to try and cut the Emperor in half, but he saw the approaching blade and quickly jumped out of the way. Before she had even realized it, the woman had chopped her own head in half! She crumpled to the floor, the top of her skull and the chainsaw skittering off in different directions.

"Hey! That was sweet!" Ivanova said, picking up the now silent chainsaw.

"Since we're free, we'd better try and find a way to stop the Island from being destroyed!" Syrenna said, running out the door. The others followed and once again they found themselves in the sterile secretary room. The secretaries were all back from their coffee break, madly typing away in their cubicles.

"If we kill them, then they won't be able to destroy the Island!" Yanna whispered to the others. They all grinned and pulled out their weapons, and Ivanova started up her chainsaw. They launched themselves screaming at the secretaries. Oh, what carnage they caused!

Yanna was twirling and spinning with her iron tonfa, smashing in heads and cracking bone!

Lady Syrenna's Sylver Vyne Sword was like lightning as it cut through anything in its path!

The Emperor Beluga was making such lovely sounds and wounds with his metal whip.

And Ivanova was laughing maniacally as she chopped and splattered with her chainsaw!

Such violence!

"That's right, babies! We may not have powers now down here, but we got darn tootin' killing machines! Oh yeah, baby!" The Emperor howled with glee.

Once the secretaries lay in pieces all over the room, the Royalties synapsed to the not so bloody exit door. They were still laughing and giggling and replaying the joyous moments in their oh so violent minds when they opened the door. Inside (or outside) it was completely black! There was a weird moaning and screeching sound that would bounce off the walls and echo about in the darkness every few minutes.

"It's a bird!" Ivanova laughed.

"No, you idiot, it's a frog!" Yanna sneered.

"No! It's a talking pig with pink booties that have nice purple bows and lacy buttons up the side!" The Emperor said, crossing his arms.

The three looked at him and rolled their eyes. There came a grunting noise and then an awful smell.

"No... it's the FAT BOSS MAN!!" Syrenna yelled.

They all jumped away from the door, weapons up. A big fat man emerged from the blackness. He was wearing a worn-out kilt, a bagpipe thing, a wee little hat and an open shirt that showed his oh so hairy chest and man boobs! He spit out a lamb leg and peered at the Emperor.

"Git in mah belly!" He shouted in a heavy Scottish accent. The Royalties looked at each other.

"Get away from me, you fat bastard!" The Emperor screamed. The fat man grinned.

"How's it ya know me name, wee bab-eh?"

The Royalties grinned then flashed their weapons around.

"Oh, so yea wanta play dat way do yeas? Well, take diss!" He picked up his bagpipes and began to blow. The noise was awful! The Royalties screamed and covered their ears. They rolled on the floor in pain.

Syrenna, having been subjected to awful screechy animal noises before, could tolerate it (somewhat).

She jumped up and took a wild swing at the pipes with her sword. They exploded! Powder and flexible plastic 'things' flew out all over the place.

"HEY!"

Before the annoying bastard could say another word, Syrenna slashed his stomach. It exploded, filling the room with blood up to their ankles.

"Now's our chance to get back to the surface. LET'S GO!" Syrenna yelled.

"Wow, wasn't that a quickie," The Emperor said with a puzzled look on his face. He stood there for a moment then ran off to follow the rest as the earth began to shake.

As he caught up he asked Lady Syrenna, "I thought you said that the boss' name was Wardoh. Were you kidding ya'r what?"

"Yeah, Wardoh seems to be the tip-top boss," Syrenna explained as they ran, "But there are always a bunch of lesser bosses in these types of groups. Not sure how many we'll have to kill to get to Wardoh!"

Almost reaching the door, they jumped across a giant crack that split the ground in two. Everything began to get even more wobbly and soon the rocks that existed above the doors of the school crashed and prevented the Royalties from getting away.

"Dagnabbit!" Yanna said.

Ivanova wielded her sword and showed everyone else. She nodded and opened her mouth in a wide grin. The rest understood her (and what a miracle that was). Each one took out their weapons and began climbing up the steep rocky edge that swallowed the school. Mountain climbing, yes.

When they got up to the top, they realized that they were no longer in Hell. In fact, Hell had opened up and everything was released everywhere on the Island!

There were demons and storms crashing everywhere. There were more secretaries screaming their heads off by the lake, the beluga whales began to melt into snow, and Lady Syrenna's trees began to wither and blacken. The Royalties screamed, "Ohhhh nooooooooo!"

AND THAT'S WHEN THE GLASS (atmosphere or sky) THAT PROTECTED THE DOME ISLAND SHATTERED AND EXPLODED DOWN TO THE GROUND. Watch out! Giant sharp things! Come to cut us!

Queen Quirky and Quirky's Lover came running up to the four Royalties, a bunch of naughty toys tucked safely away in a basket looped over Queen Quirky's arm.

"Where have you been?!" Quirky wailed, "The Island has gone straight to hell!"

"And so did we!" Ivanova replied. After a hasty explanation (during which time they had all taken cover beneath a leaning ledge), Quirky and her Lover told them of the destruction that began to befall the Island, and why the hell killing the fat bastard didn't do any good.

Syrenna yelled out over the commotion, "That wasn't the final boss, it was a diversion! LOOK! IT'S THE WARDOH!"

She pointed over some crashing rocks to a small mountain made of destruction. There stood the mean faced man with his hands on his saggy hips. He had an evil Grinch smile on his saggy face.

"My trees... my animals..." Syrenna was in distress at the sight. She was getting mad.

Syrenna reached deep inside herself to the bottom of her soul and found some power. Her eyes turned a rich, vibrant green and she summoned up a large vine raft. All the animals of the forest streamed out and jumped onto this raft and it disappeared into thin air. The raft shrank and floated into Syrenna's pocket. She was still mad... She was raging mad!

The Royalties just stood there on the edge of the cliff that protruded out to the sea. They watched Lady Syrenna as she gently put the nice shrinking raft of animals into her pocket.

"Like Noah's Ark!" Reckoned the Emperor.

And as they looked outwards, giant waves of water swirled round and round up to the surface and crashed through the mountains and trees. Everything was gradually mixing together into one world.

The Emperor sniffed as he saw his crows dissipating in the air like ash from a fire, while in the sea, the beluga whales were wailing and melting into the sky, their white skin becoming translucent and fading into the abyss of Reality.

That's right, Reality was coming forth. With the busted glass atmosphere, it shot through the heavens and soon loads of Twinks and Wannabes came sprouting from the ground. Pollution engulfed the sky and smog blew everywhere...

The Royalties didn't know what else to do. And the Wardoh man laughed loudly, flying in the centre, just above the ocean.

"You will all be destroyed now. All will perish. All will be part of the strict schedule of Reality, and limited to time and space. You cannot fly! You have no powers! You cannot do everything you put your mind to! YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LIMITED!"

And that's when the Royalties softly said, "Fascist wrinkled man... Utopia. Utopia."

And Emperor Beluga took a deep breath and sucked up the last waning whispers of his magic, and they twinkled into his eyes as the teardrops of melancholy darkness that they were originally. With hands cupped before his chest, he muttered and muttered, and the remaining belugas in the bay and the crows in the sky fully dissolved, their particles coming to swirl between his hands like a snow globe. Black and white. White and black.

Ivanova stood deathly still, her eyes turning black, her hands raised by her sides like claws. The ground cracked beneath her feet, and flames began to lick their way up her legs - now red, now gold, now green, now blue - before pooling into her hands. With a snap, she closed her fists around the fire, and her eyes returned to normal.

Lady Syrenna extended her arms, and the ground began to quake even harder than before. The sound of soil splitting and roots ripping filled the air, and for an instant, the entirety of the Mystical Forest hovered in the air. The tiny raft of animals floated out from Syrenna's pouch, and then there was a bright green FLASH! The Mystical Forest was gone and in its place a single leaf, which floated forward to wrap itself around the tiny raft. Syrenna plucked the object from the air and stared at it intently, then cast her baleful stare at the Reality filth that had despoiled her home.

Yanna spread her wings, raising her arms up to the sky. Lightning crackled against her fingertips, and a storm spread out across the empty sky. She grasped her hands around the lightning, pulling the magic back into her body. Mercury dripped from her fingers as her veins stood out harsh black against her pale skin.

Quirky and her Lover stepped closer to one another, the Lover holding out his sword to his Queen. She grasped the hilt of the sword in the most sexual manner (it did look like a 'banana' after all, aye aye), and then the two of them began to make out vigorously, suffused by a royal purple glow. Sexy music seemed to come from nowhere, and the four Magical Royalties were disgusted.

The dregs of their powers captured, the Islanders yelled out, "We will not yield to your crap!" And flipped Wardoh the bird together.

Wardoh did not take kindly to being flipped off by a bunch of powerless magical beings. He shot white things from the palms of his hands. Homework assignments! They were razor-sharp and came flying at the Royals at such speeds! They managed to get behind a boulder and evade the evil papers before they were killed by them.

"What now?" Yanna said as Wardoh continued to fire papers at them.

"We have only one option," Ivanova said, "We have to escape from the Island! We have to get to Gaia..."

Syrenna breathed deeply. She managed to calm her rage but her eyes were still a fierce green. She patted her pocket that held her animals and forest. She hoped she had gotten everyone.

Chub and Bob sat together by Yanna's feet. They were staring at a big sheet of homework paper. It had on it unusual diagrams of odd things. They tilted their heads in curiosity. Bob reached a long hairy leg out to touch it. Yanna glanced down at him as he did so and she let out a small squeak. She swiped him off his feet.

Ivanova looked at the paper. It was a science paper, she recognized, of a human organ (yes, that human organ *wink wink*). She giggled and howled.

"BANANA!" She roared. The Emperor smacked her. Chub flew and landed on Syrenna's shoulder.

"How do we get to this Gaia place? We can't travel by water or we'll be sucked under or caught by that mean Wardoh guy..." Yanna pointed out, folding her arms.

Queen Quirky sighed. "If only my munchkins were here..."

Ivanova smiled, saying, "And then what? We would ride them?" She laughed, "Like Syrenna rides the ban-"

She was cut off with a sharp "Don't you dare!" from Syrenna. The earth quaked fiercely, nearly knocking the Islanders from behind their sheltering rock.

They heard a faint yelling from below in the water. They peeped over the side to see Maris thrashing about in the crashing waves.

"I managed to get my queendom to safety, but all the watery pathways have closed up!" She yelled, trying to swim to shore, "There's no way we can escape underwater now!"

Syrenna looked up to the sky.

"Windy McBlow! WINDY! We need your help!"

There was a gust of wind then the clouds opened.

"You annoying land dweller, don't you ever-" she paused at the sight of the diminishing Island. "Oh, I see."

She snorted, knocking Wardoh from where he hovered and into the water. She then breathed deeply and blew with all her might, lifting the Islander into the air.

As they were beginning to be lifted up, Ivanova quickly turned around and concentrated all her energy for one last task. An icy blue aura surrounded her, and then the remains of the Island began to disintegrate into blue flames! Ivanova cupped her hands together and the flames came flying towards her, only to form into a neat little ball about the size of a grapefruit. She then closed her eyes and pressed the fireball to her chest, where it entered her heart... the only safe place left in their shattering world.

"BOOHOO!!!" Wardoh screamed after them as they were blown to safety. All the inhabitants of the Silent Island lifted their hands high, their middle fingers standing as a tribute to their defiance. Windy then formed a cloud into a larger "salute" as she and the others left Wardoh to the chaos of his own creation. Next stop, Gaia!

So all the Islanders were swept away by the huge gust of wind. They flew through the air, sulking, raging and cursing.

As they turned their heads back to see the remains of the Island (silly Islanders! Don't meddle with the past, now!), they were mesmerized to see what Ivanova hadn't saved slowly sinking... like a wine glass shattering into tiny pieces and its ring echoing as one's finger takes a round trip on its edge.

Then Wardoh made a giant yell and the sonar vibrated through the high seas, causing a giant thunderstorm. Windy McBlow wasn't quite the super blower and was still an amateur. She had a hard time blowing against the storm. They were tossed over and over into the sky.

They gasped as they saw Wardoh slowly turning a little bit younger, with bigger eyes, and glasses, and big wavy hair. He was now Comp-man and he laughed and laughed at them.

"Get back to work, you ninnies!" He yelled, and with a snap of a finger, the Islanders found themselves in a sort of glass cubicle, sitting in desks piled with papers and pencils.

"Get to work! We will learn the uses of PHP, Perl, and CGI... forever and ever!"

He switched again to Wardoh and snapped his fingers again. Their surroundings were transformed into the school wasteland, smelling of pungent detergent and floor cleaner. As the Islanders tried to leave, they were tied down by Twinks.

"You'll never get out!" Chanted the Twinks.

"You'll NEVER keep us here, you foul procreators! We will not be subjected to your polluted ways! Let us go!!" Syrenna pulled out her sword.

The Wardoh/Comp-man hollered, "No weapons allowed in school! Police! Police! Take them away! They've got weapons!"

The Islanders pushed past the screaming Wardoh and jumped out of the window. They ran and ran until they came to a hard paved road. They stared at the big odd metal things that passed and honked. They all drew their many weapons and stood back to back. Soon a mob of blue-uniformed men and women surrounded them, yelling outrageous things like, "Put your weapons down!", "We won't hurt you!!", and "We just want to talk!"

The Islanders screamed and summoned their powers, which, strangely, worked!

"I guess their control is dying off," Yanna said, "Or! Didn't you know we are graduating in a while now?"

The Islanders screamed in delight. "We are! We are!"

And they were so glad. They ran away quickly devising a plan.

"Yes, now there's no need for violence, Ivanova," The Emperor said as they ran, "Passive aggression. Like Martin Luther King!"

And so, at noon, the Emperor took out his skinny fingers and drawing ability, and forged diplomas for the Islanders to use! They then ran to one of the other schools in the area and threatened the principal there into signing the diplomas.

Yanna used gas to make the principal forget about everything and soon they had their diplomas ready! They cackled! They laughed! They took them to Wardoh.

They walked up to the wretched man, each of them holding a diploma.

"See," Syrenna said, "We have graduated, you cannot hold us here!"

Wardoh's face sank.

"No! You still must learn things! You must be taught!" He whined.

Ivanova shook her finger at him, "Nope, we don't have to be at this school anymore, you can't control us! We are free from you! FREE FREE FREE!" And then she flipped him off once again and they all skipped out of his office.

And they had a small little grad party outside... destroying things! It was definitely a wet grad! Not with alcohol, but with blood blood blood!

They raged and fought against the faculty that had tried to control them, destroying the horrible school building that had tried to keep them imprisoned. But once again they felt their powers fading, so they called on Windy McBlow to once more blow them off to the sea.

They passed the barriers that kept them inside the Reality world. It disintegrated to shreds and scattered over the ocean. The sun seeped from the sea, each speck of light diminishing as their happy end had come.

"Looky! Freedom!" Yelled the Emperor as one of his crows perched on top of his crown. Below them was the raft that Windy had used to take them to Cyprus so many moons ago. And Windy McBlow blew the sail and they were off.

"Now what shall we do?" Yanna said as they all sat in the raft, Bob and Miku clinging to her back, "We're all here now, aren't we?"

They looked around at one another - Emperor Beluga, Ivanova, Lady Syrenna, Yanna, Queen Quirky and her Lover, Queen Maris, and last of all Windy McBlow. The inhabitants of the Silent Island of Crow.

"I suppose we make our way to Gaia, then," Syrenna said, stroking the face of Chub perched on her shoulder, "We should gather our strength."

Ivanova sat down against the mast, looking out at the horizon, "Yeah, this has been one hell of a day." The others murmured their agreement. Who knew what the future held for them now?

The End?