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Battle for the Dung Part 6

Deep in the dungeon of Meridell Castle and clasped in heavy irn chains, Doirn sighed with sadness. He had escaped from his prison only to find himself in another one, and this time he didn't have any servants and all the other comforts fitting of a prince. Instead he had a cold stone floor, and the promise of bread and water for the next few weeks. A fine adventure this turned out to be, thought Doirn to himself, and sighed once again. Realizing he would need to get used to his new home, Doirn took notice of his surroundings for the first time, noticing a pillar before him with many numbered countings, along with a worn out pencil. The previous inhabitat of Doirns cell seemed to take to games while he passed the time, and counted the days as they passed as well. Doirn was able to count up to 90, at which point there didn't seem to be anymore markings. Whatever the fate of the prisoner, I seem to have taken their place, thought Doirn. May as well continue where he left off. As Doirn picked up the pencil with his toes and was about to write down his first day, a loud crash sounded somewhere in the dungeon, followed by tremors which shoke the very stone of his cell. Every few seconds, another crash would sound, louder that before, along with even stronger tremors. Doirn began to shake in fear at what could be approaching, dropping the pencil which rolled out of his reach. Suddenly the wall of Doirn's cell burst forth, spraying debris everywhere. When the dust settled, Doirn say before him a purple and evil look Scorchio. "Are you Melvin, the kidnapper who is said to have posed as Prince Doirn?" asked the Scorchio, smiling slighty. Doirn swallowed his fear, and proudly said, "I am Prince Doirn, and if i have kidnapped anyone i have only kidnapped myself." The Scorchio snorted, and said, "I couldn't care less who you are. All I care about is the rumour i heard from some villagers i terrorized, that a Scorchio who claimed to be Doirn was looking for Dung. As that is you, I don't need to keep searching this dungeons." "Who and what are you?" asked Doirn withastonishment. "How do you know about the Dung?" "It would seem we haven't been properly introduced," said the Scorchio, bowing slowly. "I am Crim, a Darigan Scorchio, and how I know of the Dung is my own business...or our business, if that is alrught with you. You see, even though I know where to go to look for the existence of Dung, the means of getting it are difficult, because unlike your educated self I can't read. Never really had much point to it, as it could never help me fight in the feild. Was planning on forcing a scholar to read for me, but I know my methods would call the whole of the guard in Meridell, and when I heard someone was looking for the Dung as well, I thought we could serve each others purposes to get what we want." "And if I refuse?" said Doirn bitterly, not liking the idea of working with an evil creature such as Crim. "Well, you could always stay here for the next few weeks if you wish," said Crim as he smiled. "Like i said, my methods would call on all the forces of Meridell to face me, but I don't need to worry about that. It would just slow me down having to fight so many weaklings, and I don't have time to waste. Your choice." Sighing deeper than ever, Doirn said, "Very well Crim. I shall help you find the Dung, and as long as you have your intentions of finding it hidden, so will mine," to which Crim nodded, breaking the iron chains around Doirn's wrists like paper. As Doirn rubbed his aching wrists, he added, "and if i'm going to be of any use to use besides reading books, I will need to have my belongings, which was stolen from me when I was imprisoned here." "Is that all?" laughed Crim, dropping Doirn's bag in front of him. "Even though I'm not educated, I know enough to know you are very dangerous and crafty. With your help, I'm sure we shall find the Dung in no time." As Doirn threw his bag over his shoulder, he grumbled, "I'm sure we will."