The Aldi Wars: The Beginning

Chapter 4: To Aldrandir With Haste!

Jarrett strolled into the room and found Alduil still asleep on his bed.

“Get up already! It’s almost four! We arrived at Tolpass seven hours ago, now get up, you’ve got to sign some stuff!” Jarrett updated.

Alduil grumbled and rolled out of the bed onto the floor.

He walked over to the mirror and combed his bangs as far into his eyes as he could.

“Beautifo…” He said to his reflection.

Alduil kissed the mirror, and went to the top deck.

At the bottom of the landing ramp were five buildings, which made up all of the checkpoint called Tolpass.

The whole point of it was to avoid a naval attack on Aldrandir from Matdon.
Tyler and Ian were eating the food rations with alacrity. Daniel was knitting a new pair of socks for himself, his old ones were torn when they boarded The Turtle Chucker.“Mi liege! I understand you’re the new king?” A soldier of the checkpoint wondered.

“That are correct.”

“Well I guess you better sign these rather than the Commodore. The leader of the party has to before they pass this position.” He said, pulling out a large leather bag of paper.

“Oh…did you ask if I were da king?” Alduil asked nervously. “I fought you asked I if I were da…spring. Yeah, Ian are da king!” He yelled.

He pulled Ian over to him and held him in front of him. Ian had chocolate pudding in his mustache and unibrow.

Ian smiled happily, revealing chocolate encased teeth.

The soldier grimaced at the sight and handed him the papers, but turning away in disgust.

“Aww…” Ian sighed. This sigh sprayed pudding all over the soldiers feet.

“Thank…you mi liege…”

Alduil walked along to look around the area. It was great to finally be back in Haldor.

Linan and it’s area jutted out from most of Haldor, almost into Matdon territory, but made the Northwest border of Haldor.

Haldor had much more grass and forestry, while Matdon was made of smaller villages where Matt kept his slaves and men. The villages didn’t have many plants because the fields had been overworked over the centuries that men settled there.

Tyler walked over to Alduil and patted him on the back.

“Great to be home, huh dawg?”
“Yas…wif me as king, so many fings wiw be dinferent! I’ve already written dem aw down on dis piece of bafroom parchment!” He gloated proudly.

Tyler scrutinized the brown sheet of paper he held in his hand.

“What did you write down?”

“Oh…wew…dis are a different piece of bafroom parchment.” He explained, throwing it to Ian.

Daniel approached the two with a new saber on a golden belt. It was a trademark of Tolpass, given to generals who passed through.

“Hey Al, you better get a weapon before we keep on down the river to Aldrandir. No telling what we may run into on ‘The River That Only Flows South’.”

“No fanks actually! I won’t be going wif you aw to Aldrandir.” Said Alduil.

“What?” Tyler and Daniel asked simultaneously.

“I’m going to head to da “Valley of Haldorian Kings” in The Desert of Ill Omen.”

The Desert of Ill Omen was, obviously, a desert. It was in the middle, eastern part of Haldor. In the center of it were five great mountains which formed the “Valley of Haldorian Kings”.

“I must recovner a super secret artico of mine.”

“Do you mean artifact?” Ian corrected from his wooden table.

“No, shut up and work. I want to get out of here.” Tyler bellowed.

“Anyways, I must go. I need to go alone in order to be coo. I wiw take a sword do (though).” He grinned.

Jarrett walked down the ramp with the others. He yawned and stretched out before speaking.

“We have a donkey in the cargo hold, sir. I heard where you were going and…well you’ll probably need it.”

Two of Jarrett’s men pulled Feaver out by the reigns.

“Feavner! You are alive!” Alduil screamed with joy. He ran to his donkey and swung his arms around it’s neck.

The donkey furiously swung it’s head around to shake him off.

Alduil swung himself on top of him and grasped his reigns firmly in his palms.

“I suppose I batter set of on I journey now. I wiw see you guys later. When I are done I wiw meet you guyth at Aldrandir in da citadel.”

Alduil saluted the men below him. They saluted back sharply.

“Alduil! I’ve finished the paper work.” Ian announced.

“Okay then! We better get going then. Goodbye King Alduil.” Said Jarrett.

The guardsmen raised the large wooden gate from it’s container. On both sides of the gate were two large metal rectangles that were used to guide the gate up and down.

Although Alduil went through the gate with the Jarrett and his men, he began to go southeast towards the Desert of Ill Omen.

Many had tried to travel through it to cut the distance between Halstar and Spiermon. Although they were all lost either their sanity, or their life.

Five hours of travelling through flat, featureless plains passed until Feaver’s hooves finally stepped upon sand.

“Dere it are Feavner, Da Valley of Haldorian Kings!” He applauded.

Feaver dashed across the desert towards the five magnificent mountains. The steepness prevented anything between them to be visible.

Dust began to fly up in both of their eyes, although there was no breeze.

“What da hew (hell)!?” He said to himself.

Feaver tripped and he flew over the donkey, onto his back.

“Al, what’s going on here?” Feaver asked, struggling to get back up.

“I don’t know man…I fink I batter go alone. You head back to Aldrandir.” He commanded. He grabbed the food from Feaver’s saddlebag and threw them on his back.

“Hey I need those too!”

“You’re a donkey Feavner! Donkeys don’t need food!” said Alduil.

“Yes dey do you stupid donkey.” Alduil though to himself.

Feaver jabbed Alduil in the gut and ripped the bags from his back. The lame donkey flew across the desert in the direction of Spiermon.

“Whatevner, I’ll just have to…” Before he could finish his sentence he was pushed backwards into the air. He landed on the back of his neck.

“Who da hew are doing dat!?” He screamed in anger. His voice cracked, making him sound like a twelve year old girl.

Alduil leaped up, infuriated, and ripped his sword from it’s sheath.

“Alright spirit! Let’s go! Come one!”

Another blow came across Alduil’s cheek, and he fell to the ground once more. In a recoiling move, he pushed himself from the ground and slashed at the air.

“Gragh!!” He shrieked.

He finally decided to just keep going and ignore it.

The slope of the entrance mountain was abrupt, and had numerous jagged rocks jutting out of it.

He grasped onto the first rock.

In an instant his hand was impaled by the rock.

“Ow! Gosh darn you ghost! Stop it please!” He cried (literally).

He lifted his other hand and put it on top of the next rock.

“Ha ha! You can’t impao dis one now!” He cheered victoriously.

His torso was thrusted forth into a larger rock.

“Oh come on…” Alduil murmured. He fell to the ground and blacked out.

He woke up and found himself lying in a dark, moist setting.

"Wow...dis hurts so badly..." He commented quietly.

Five figures, dressed in black robes and hoods approached him from their concealed areas. They began circling him, as if they were examining him.

"So you are the new King of Haldoria?" One asked, although Alduil couldn't tell which one.

"Y-yes...I are..." He admitted.

"You do not look Haldorian! You are from the North, are you not?" Another asked.

Alduil was still in shock and awe. He had never seen anything this supernatural.

"I are from da Norf, ex-King Hollister adopted I!"

"His body was destroyed, there is no record of him now."

Alduil broke a sweat.

"How did dey no about dat fire? Do dey know I did it!?" He asked himself.

"We see and hear everything, even what you think. We recovered his body and brought him here before it could be destroyed. It is in the center of the valley at the moment, waiting to join the rest of us. W mustn't lose any history of the great kingdom of Haldor. Matdon is not ruled by out descendents so we don't really care."

"Okay this are stupid! What do you want!" Alduil yelled.

"You must prove yourself to gain The Sword of Haldorian Kings. It is mine, Hauliter, the founder of all of Midultarin!" The largest one exclaimed proudly.

Three matching ghosts, but in a shade of blue, appeared behind the five.

Alduil leaped from the stone rectangle he was sitting on and drew his sword.

The darkness of the cave stole his sense of perception, and he could not tell which was the closest.

He swung the sword wildly to drive them back and reluctantly chopped one of their head's off. It fell to the ground in front of the other two, and it's glowing blue sword in front of Alduil's feet. His own sword disintegrated into a blue liquid.

Alduil swivelled his head from the two remaining, to the sword.

He bent down and picked it up.

The two swung at the same time, and Alduil raised the sword to block the attacks. He ducked under the two and sliced one of their hips.

"Owchies!!" It squealed as it shrivelled down into a puddle.

Alduil held the sword in front of him and ran it through the last one.

"Dat were easy! I win now! Ha ha!" He laughed.

The black ghosts looked at each other.

Hauliter bent down to talk to him as if it was a private conversation.

"Now you have to defeat us." He whispered.

Hauliter drove his sword through Alduil's ribs and held him like a piece of Aldi-pie on a fork.

He swung him left and right as the others laughed behind him.

"Whoa...I fink I've...I fink I've been..." He burbled emotionlessly.

Everything looked like it was double, and he couldn't make out how many there were now.

Finally something snapped inside him, and he raised his fist. He threw it into Hauliter's ghost head and screamed.

His hand glowed with the blue and began dripping.

Hauliter dropped his sword and Alduil grabbed it swiftly.

"Ha ha ha! I got it! Yay!" He laughed as he ran away.

He slammed into the cave wall and fell, once again, on his back.

"You can't get out unless you die or win, stupid." One of the ghosts informed.

Alduil turned over and got up quickly. He fake attacked a few times to psych them out. Hauliter was at their head and constantly trying to get the sword back.

"Come on man this isn't cool..." said Hauliter pitifully.

Alduil waited until the right grasp to turn the sword's hilt, and sliced off Hauliter's arm. In the same action he twirled the sword and jabbed it into Hauliter's head and left it there as it backed up.

With the sword still in his head Hauliter raised it's hand.

"Okay...you won. Go away please." He pleaded, throwing the sword back to Alduil.

Alduil did his trademark psycho smile.

"Oh yes. With this sword, you will inherit the power of Homei. It is a magical lightning force only the true Haldorian rulers have. We are giving it to you now since you were not born with it. To activate it you must chant "Homei, Homeidoria, Homei haw! You can shoot it behind you to make to cover large distances in short amounts of time. It is quite useful" Hauliter explained.

"Fank you Hauliter, I wiw desnroy Matdon, I swear it! And sorry about da whole arm/face fing."

Part of the wall opened up, revealing an extremely bright light back to The Desert of Ill Omen.

Once he was outside the valley he turned back. Another mountain flew out from the ground and joined the other five, as if there was already a space for it. However, there was not a space for another one.

"That are I favner." Alduil said with a tear in his eye.

He pulled the paper from his pocket reavealing his plans for the future of Haldor.

"Time to begin part one, of step one." He said, lifting his hand.

He pointed it towards the six mountains and waited.

"Oh yes; "Homei, Homeidoria, Homei haw!" He chanted loudly.

A wide, blue lightning bolt tore from his hand and it destroyed the tops of the mountains. It looked as if it were in slow-motion because of all of the dust and debris flying in every direction.

He dragged it to the diagonally up and down, and soon there was nothing left of The Valley of Haldorian Kings.

"Part one of 'Destroy evidence of past kings so it looks like I were founder of Haldor; check!" He announced to himself.

He held the sword behind himself and repeated the chant.

The blast threw him forward at terrifying speed, and he found himself about a forth of a mile from Aldrandir.

"King Alduil! This is a pleasant surprise, dawg!" Tyler laughed.

Alduil looked around and found that he had arrived at the exact same time as the others. He raised his sword to show off to the others.

"Very impressive mi liege." said Daniel.

"Yes, now I wiw tew you guys what I need done since you're here. Tier; I need you to send letters to all of the libraries and recording places and tell them to erase all of the records of Haldoria's past! Then tell them to make it so I founded this continent by killing all it's inhabitants single handedly and claiming it for myself!" He ordered happily.

Tyler saluted and rushed to the city to begin the letters.

"Danyo; I need you to do whatevner you need to do to rename this part of the country. Rename it Aldoria!"

Daniel nodded and followed Tyler, although he didn't really know how you would go about doing that.

"Finally Jarrett; your isn't as important, but still...I need you to recruit some troops. We lost like two entire units at Linan! Go!" He yelled, snapping his fingers angrily.

The New Kingship of Alduil is now official
Although few know if this will prove to be beneficial
For although the orders he issues are small
The enemy believes his rule will be Haldoria's fall

Tyler must erase all that happened in the past
Jarrett is to find new troops fast
Daniel is stuck changing the territories name
Meanwhile Mathias prepares to put Alduil to the flame