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"Hurrah! Three cheers for Jimmy and Crykit!" the elven king bellowed.
"Hip, hip, hurray!" Jimmy and Crykit were at the elven capital, where the elves were celebrating the defeat of the black dragon. The food and drink was beautiful and the palace more so. Jimmy was actually enjoying himself. But he had to say one thing...
"Um, sir, we didn't-" Jimmy started.
"This food is really nice, mister! Thank you very much!" Crykit yelled, cutting Jimmy off. He groaned and watched Crykit gobble down more pie.
"No, thank /you/, Crykit. Thanks to you our land is free from the black dragon!" the king answered.
"Hip, hip, hurray!" the elves yelled again. Jimmy raised his hand shyly. How feeble it looked compared to the splendor of the palace, he thought.
"Yes, Jimmy?" the king said.
"Um...sir...we, uh, didn't actually kill the black dragon, we just-"
"Bah, who cares? You put an end to his reign of terror! More beer, please!"
"No, we only-" Jimmy stopped dead when he heard a gulping sound from his right.
Crykit. Beer. Crykit plus beer equaled total annihilation. Not to mention she was only 15.
"Yes, Jimmy?" Jimmy looked to his right. Sure enough, there was Crykit, three empty beer bottles next to her. As if that wasn't enough, she looked like she was about to topple over, and there were a few beer stains on her green shirt.
"Yesh, Shimmy?" the king said again, this time slurring his words.
"Um, my sister, she looks...unsteady."
"Bah, she'sh fine," replied the king, who was swaying a bit himself. Crykit had just drunk another bottle and was beginning to flail her arms about. A few more bottles and she'd tear the whole place down. Literally.
"Well, um, I have to go now, so...bye," Jimmy said with a frantic edge to his voice he hoped the drunken elves wouldn't notice. "Oh, and Crykit isn't old enough to drink beer, so don't give her anymore, okay?" Crykit reached for another bottle as Jimmy began backing toward the door.
"Itsh okay, Shimmy. Fivteen is closhe enough," the king said. Jimmy began reaching for Crykit, then thought the better of it when her babble got louder when he came near.
"Huey, Shimmy, dun't go. Dun't ya wanna shpend more time wit ush?" an elf said.
"No thanks, but watch Crykit. She can be...dangerous when she drinks too much."
"Vhat ah ya halking avout, Shimmyy? I'm vine," Crykit said drunkenly.
"Sure you are, Crykit," Jimmy said as he hastily went out the door. He needed to find a cure for alcohol. And fast. His parents always kept plenty at home. He ran to the local item shop.
"Hello there, Jimmy. You're quite the hero. You want something? I'll give it to you free," the shopkeeper said when he came in.
"Well, um, you see, I had a feast at the elder's mansion, and, well...my sister got drunk." The shopkeeper turned pale. "The other elves are drunk, too. I need some anti-alcohols before she trashes the place, which is going to be pretty soon." The shopkeeper nodded frantically, too shocked to speak. He ran to the storeroom, and came out a few seconds later carrying a jar that said:

ANTI-ALCOHOL
For people that have friends that drink a lot!
(Use responsibly)

"Thank you! I'll get this to Crykit right away!" Jimmy said. The shopkeeper nodded. Jimmy rushed back to the mansion, and opened the door. Crykit was yelling gibberish and was about to start throwing beer bottles. The elves were doing likewise. "Crykit! Crykit!" She turned around and babbled something. Jimmy rushed up and uncapped the jar to see the familiar purple medicine goo. Crykit looked at the jar and tilted her head quizzically. She sniffed the jar for a few seconds, then snatched the jar out of Jimmy's hands and gulped it down. She then smacked her lips in satisfaction, and said,
"Jimmy, what was that stuff? It tasted good."
"That, Crykit, was anti-alcohol." She gazed at the ceiling blankly, as if to try and remember something.
"Oh yeah, the stuff mom used to give me when I got into the beer," She laughed. The elves took no notice.
"You should have given it to the elves, not me! They're the ones that were drunk!" This time the elves looked at them.
"Uh, sure, Crykit. Whatever you say. I'm afraid we need to get more anti-alcohol bottles," Jimmy replied. Crykit glanced behind her and nodded. Together they sneaked out the door. They snuck through the city until they reached the item shop. However, something was there waiting for them.
"I FOUND YOU! FEEL MY WRATH!" a familiar voice bellowed. All the elves had put protective wards around their homes and some were brave enough to peek out their windows.
The black dragon was back.
His scales now had mud, dead leaves, and gray ashes stuck to them, and his mouth was frothing. It made him look even uglier. He pointed a razor-sharp claw at Crykit.
"YOU! YOU'RE the one who defied my supreme logic AND defied physics! You'll pay for that! How dare you listen to my confessions! How d-"
"Wait, mister dragon, you really did think the flowers were pretty?" Crykit said calmly, as if she were talking to Jimmy and not a huge, hulking, infuriated, evil monster.
"YES! SEE WHAT I-wait! I just admitted the flowers were pretty! NOOOOOOO!!!" He roared so loud Jimmy had to cover his ears.
"I'm glad you agree, mister dragon sir!" Crykit chimed...again. The roaring went on (and on, and on...) in response to Crykit's cheerful remarks. Suddenly, Jimmy, almost unconsciously, crossed his fingers in a magical symbol and cried,
"Ice!"
Suddenly, a wave of cold air and ice crystals rushed toward the black dragon. On impact, he howled in pain as the mud and leaves on his scales froze and ice crystals started encasing him, and then shattered, knocking him unconscious...again. Jimmy turned to face the crowd of elves that had gathered near him and Crykit, then rubbed the back of his head and said, "Uh, lesson for the day...dragons are vulnerable to sub-zero temperatures." The crowd laughed, but Crykit cocked her had and said,
"Dwagons are what to what-what wha wha whats?" Jimmy laughed.
"Don't worry, you don't use magic so you won't have to worry about that." Jimmy replied.
"Oh."
One of the villagers came up to Jimmy and said,
"We can take care of the dragon. You can rest at the Inn -- don't worry, the king's paying. You can also get some supplies at our various shops." Jimmy smiled and said,
"Thanks."
"Ooh, ooh," Crykit said, grabbing Jimmy. "Let's go shopping! We'll pick up our mef* from the king first, right?" Jimmy rolled his eyes and grabbed onto Crykit's back. Crykit could, when she needed to, run as fast as a car (sometimes faster), to get to any place she and Jimmy wanted, fast. The only drawback was that Jimmy had to piggyback on her, and although she could hold his arms, he had to hold on to her with his legs with all his strength (feeble as it was) to keep from being flung off. This was one of those rides.
"Hold on, Jimmy!" Crykit said. Jimmy braced himself. Then it came. WHOOSH! The wind blew past Jimmy and Crykit with no mercy. Thankfully, they were used to this form of travel, and before long they were at the palace. Apparently, the elves had (thankfully) had some anti-alcohol and were back to normal. The king was glad to give them...
"10,000 mef!" Crykit yelled.
"Was the black dragon really that annoying?" Jimmy asked, amazed he had gotten this much. The king groaned.
"You have no idea. He is definitely worth half the royal treasury," Crykit and Jimmy gave their thanks, and went out of the palace to go shopping.
"Hmm, where should we go first?" Crykit thought aloud.
"The item shop. We need food. Our supplies are running low, remember?" Jimmy answered. Crykit nodded.
"All right, then, get on my back." They rushed towards the item shop at "Crykit-turbo" and went through the green wooden door to the shopkeeper. He grinned.
"What do you want this time?" he said. Jimmy looked at the shop list while Crykit said,
"We'd like some food. We're kinda...out," The shopkeeper looked and grimaced at the near-empty backpack Crykit was holding.
"Tell you what...I'll give you our biggest backpack at a discount price. 20 mef,"
"20 mef? For a backpack?" Jimmy said, stunned.
"You're forgetting, Jimmy-- elven magic. It's bigger on the inside than on the outside, if you get what I mean," the shopkeeper replied.
"Ah, yes, we'll be needing that," Jimmy eagerly handed over some mef. The shopkeeper thanked him and went into the storeroom for some food. He came back out with the backpack.
"I put some food in it. There's still plenty of room for health potions and the like," he said as he handed Jimmy the backpack. Crykit was looking at the shop list. Jimmy could cast the heal spell, but he wasn't very good at it, so they always brought some health potions with them. Just in case.
"I'll give you a 50% discount on everything," the shopkeeper said to Crykit. Crykit nodded and bought some health potions and some medicines for curing poisons. Jimmy also got a magic potion, even though they were expensive. They then thanked the shopkeeper and went outside.
"Where to next, Jimmy?" asked Crykit. Jimmy was about to say, 'nowhere, we can go now' when a strange old man caught his attention. He was waving a pale, old hand at Jimmy, and a pointed hat covered his face. He looked untrustworthy, and he made Jimmy's neck prickle.
"You, the guy who fought the black dragon," The old man said in a low voice. Jimmy gulped.
"Who's this guy?" Crykit whispered.
"I don't know," Jimmy whispered back.
"Hel-o-o, I'm talking to you. Jimmy, I think, was your name?" the old man said.
Jimmy gulped and walked over. The old man inspected him.
"You know magic?" he said.
"Only a little," The old man glanced at Crykit.
"You want to bring your sister in?" he asked. Jimmy looked at him quizzically.
"What do you mean, 'in?' and yes, Crykit should come with me." Crykit smiled happily. The old man scanned him again and said,
"I'll teach you a little more about magic. Come on in." Jimmy gulped and walked inside.

* = Crykit had always loved shopping, so much that she learned to count because she always wanted to count her mef, the currency of this world. Mef was invented in The Merflands, and was named mef in their honor-"merf" without the "r."

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Author's note: The Merflands are the country of peace-loving creatures called the merfs. Since they weren't concerned about wars and stuff, they were the first to develop a currency. You'll see more about it in the next chapter.