3. WHY ARE THERE NO MONKEYS?!

The epic duo make their debut ..

Chapter 3- Stuey’s POV- Why are there NO MONKEYS?!

     I’ve been living here for a few years now, and I have to say, Amanda’s choice wasn’t so bad. Although she could be proved annoying, hogging the only desktop and leaving me with my laptop, she always could make the best of outfits whether for cosplaying or just for regular wear. After all, there were obviously no stores around here for buying supplies. However, this weird tribe right around the corner, who always spoke gibberish that Amanda could understand, supplied us with food-which was surprisingly not all too bad.

     When we arrived in the thick jungle, I expected monkeys to be derping around everywhere, their screeches sounding like some demented unicorn-like I know what that sounds like anyway. But, there were barely any wild exotic animals, only these weird creatures-like these little orb things with wings of different colors, that let’s just say loves to bother us. I don’t really know if they’re fairies, but whatever they were, they were a PAIN- Always stealing our food, messing up Amanda’s creations, and most of all loved tugging on my hair late at night.

     There were also these weird colorful birds of all sizes, a particular fat one that loved to rest on our porch roof. Not to mention all the reptilians that always ran away from us instead of lunging for a first bite. But still-NO MONKEYS? HOW CAN I BE A NINJA WITHOUT MONKEYS TO HELP ME? That question was answered when Amanda took me out deeper into the jungle, her wavy brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She carried two long things that resembled sticks on her back, pulling the large thicket of leaves and brush until we stopped in a large clearing.

     Light seeped in, making the place look eerie. Amanda took out a whistle and blew hard. Within seconds I heard a steady rumbling thundering in the distance. She tossed me one of the long wrapped stick looking thingies and smiled confidently at me. “You ready? This is gonna be the first training session I’ll have with you so pay attention and don’t get yourself killed,” she said calmly as I unwrapped the black blanket.

     It was a sleek long shiny katana, just my size, and its handle rubbery with its light wispy blue markings. The rumbling became deafening as a couple of large orbs loomed into view. It was then I knew what the pesky orbs were. They were some kind of fae, but obviously the ones before us were a million times larger, and their features were horrendous. Both looked like ghosts, wisps of smoke where their legs and feet should be. Their hands were overly large, claws sprouting out of each finger. Its eyes were only dark sunken holes its mouth gaped wide open, a large crescent gash slashed over their radiant faces.

     They both took a step forward, towering above us, their bottom threatening to envelope us in that mist. Then there came the first attack. A large shriek ripped through the air, rippling the trees, making medium sized dust cloud tornadoes swirl all around us. I flew backward, my hand clenched around the handle of the katana as I struggled not to skewer myself with it. “COME ON,” urged Amanda, who had her katana at her side, hands held up, blocking the attack, wisps of vanilla mist swirling around her. “SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS!”

     I picked myself up again before lunging at the fae, falling backwards as they extended both their hands, releasing a large burst that would of almost fried me if I hadn’t stepped to the right. I flinched as I heard something like an explosion erupt a few feet away, Amanda’s katana lying on in a patch of singed brush, eyes a bright light gold as she kept throwing royal blue spheres at one of the crumbling fae.

     Soon enough, the fae exploded into rays of light, something like dust raining down us. Amanda-having powers like that? Maybe I’m going insane… “AAAAUGH!” I yelled as a fist pummeled the ground next to me.

     Amanda shot me a pointed look before I spotted her katana embedded in one of the fae’s void like eyes. “USE THE KATANA!” she hollered, dodging another scream blow. “YOU CAN’T DO WHAT I JUST DID JUST YET!”

     Frowning grimly, I ran top speed towards one of the trees, jumped high up, climbed the trunk a few steps before back flipping onto the fae’s arm. Note to self: Fae arm extremely hairy and smells like crap. Nonetheless, I began stabbing at random, green stuff oozing out of the cuts I made. “WHAT’RE YOU DOING?” Amanda yelled, digging her nails into her head. “DON’T STAB THE ARM, GO FOR THE FACE!”

     “OKAY, OKAY!” I screamed, running past the hand that slapped the arm.

     I took one swift jump then stabbed the fae in the other eye, bright rays of green and white blinding my eyes. First I was on its face, and then I was standing in thin air. Screaming like crazy, flailing my noodle arms like a chicken, I plummeted towards the ground. Amanda put up her right hand a flat disk of blue blocking my fall, making me bounce onto the ground. “Wasn’t too bad for a noob,” she commented, “Come on; let’s go see what that tribe has.”

     Since that day, when I was ten, Amanda fourteen (now seventeen); I had grown to be a great one with the sword, but I still wished I could do what Amanda did. She kept telling me not yet-but soon. This noon, I came back to my laptop to see a bunch of messages from this guy named Eridan Ampora, saying he was my patron along with another one. Ignoring the d****e looking guy, I shut down my laptop and came down here in the sunroom to watch Giga pecking at himself-yeah that fat bird.

     I named him Giga after that Giga Pudding thing. Both Giga Pudding and bird jiggled-end of story. I sighed as I saw the same animals scuttle by, a few smaller fae fluttering around in small clusters. If there really are no monkeys or other regular animals, then maybe that tribe ate them all.