"Epilogue"
Well, that pretty much wrapped that up. The statue of Lived Neerg still stands in the clearing where he was defeated. In fact, quite a few plants have made the base of the Green Devil their home, forming a nice little celebratory garden.
After the clean-up from the battle, we helped Jeremy to remove the sheets of lacertinium from the robots. He was distressed at the fact that I had so totally rusted their insides, but as General Boulder pointed out, getting those eight robots back into grade-A working order would give the little bugger something to do.
We melted down the robots’ outer lacertinium sheets in a large memorial bonfire that the trees built in honor of their fallen leader, General “Big Red” Redwood. Once this was completed, Bringle used his magic to reshape the molten lacertinium into the arms of Tyrannosaurus Bob. He then transported them back to Lizard Land and the waiting statue... er... monument.
As we said our good-byes, Cleo and Woba both announced that they were tired of the wonders of Living Land and the other Magic Lands and that they were joining us to explore other dimensions. Bringle pointed out that since they were the last of their respective species, they had the right to do what they wanted. He further warned them of the dangers associated with living in another dimension. I assured him that with the help of “The Spell Book of Androganine,” I would protect them both. With that, he gave his blessing and prepared us for our return.
To save us the journey back across the dreary, black and white flatlands, Bringle wove his special brand of magic, which was much more powerful than what I could accomplish. Bringle explained that his father had given him another amulet and that he was now also in possession of a Grotog. Also, his father granted him the ability to work his magic without the need of “The Spell Book of Androganine.” He further explained that his magic was no different from what I could accomplish, and that, in time, I would learn to combine spells as he had with the help of the great book.
With a wave of his hand, Bringle sent us back to the exact spot on the flatlands where we had first landed. I repeated the magic words that Bringle had instructed me to.
A shaft of blinding, white light bore down upon us and a slight swirling action seemed to suck us off the aluminum flatlands. As we slowly began spinning around the shaft of light, we were sucked off the flatlands; lifted into the cloud filled sky of the three suns. As the spinning continued, all of our perceptions blurred into nothingness and before we knew it, we found ourselves—literally—spit out of the hollow tree, landing in the same soft field we had left behind.
I don’t know how Bringle did it all, but we were back to our normal heights. He also had the uncanny knowledge of our entire adventure in his dimension, because as we sat there, trying to get oriented again, another bright flash shot out from the large hole in the tree. Without warning, Melissa’s grandfather’s cart was spit out into the field. It started out small and as it neared the ground, it grew into the proper size. It was followed almost immediately by the harness we had used for Rob.
During the ride home, I glanced at my watch and was astonished to find that we were only gone for a period of about one hour (which explains why we neither got tired nor excessively hungry during our adventure). Lisa and Cindy were dropped off at their respective homes and Melissa and I headed off to her farm. It had been agreed upon that both Cleo and Woba would be kept there—out of sight—in the abandoned barn until I could take them.
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Well, that would end that. All’s well in Living Land, Jingleland, the Ant Kingdom, and Lizard Land. The Deadly Forest is once again known as the False Forest. Melissa and I are officially “an item.” My robot and I now have two new friends—the likes of which have never been seen before in this dimension. As I finish writing all of this down, documenting our amazing adventures, I stop momentary to reflect; gazing out my window, breathing in the warm, summer air, watching a man walking down my street, dressed remarkably like Alexander the Great! But that’s a story for another time.
To Be Continued...
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