NARDOR (HELL YEAH)

Isaac Smith
Craft Fiction
Ex #4

NARDOR!
In the beginning, demons ruled the planet Nardor.
But there never was a beginning. Someone had to be commissioned to find a beginning. The old one had been shown to be weak and in doubt.
Beginnings are hard. Such as an over cooked egg or a petrified fetus. They are hard to find and they are hard to keep. It’s easy for a beginning to morph into illusions and betray its own simple truth. Something had to be done to keep Nardor viable in the community of life.
On Nardor word circulated. Something had to be made to work as the commission. Dust Bunnies crafted with glue and glitter which is to say Dust Bunnies made things with glue and glitter. Mostly useless things like eye patches, toaster covers, mittens for amputees, saddles and awkward earrings until they united to create a great wall that stretched nearly the entire length of the planet Nardor which is to say exactly 875 inches and three quarters and a hay penny. This was an impressive wall even to a listless Dust Bunny who had vague ideas of suicide such as Bread Dough, who kept saying, “Wow!” over and over. Even the blind Dust Bunnies ran their stubby paws back and forth across the great mass until a law had to be written forbidding blind Dust Bunnies from touching the wall unless they had proof they only had three days to live and then and only then could they touch the wall.
The lowest Dust Bunny named Dirty Poo woke early and had a vision- a vision of his grandmother’s floating Dust Bunny head and it said, “Dirty Poo, you’ve been a disappointment all these years but now is your time, your time to shine and bring good fortune to the family name.”
“But Grandma how many years have I spent trying the learn the art of colored macaroni and the way of the hot glue gun. How can I ever find the beginning to Nardor?” Asked Dirty Poo.
“Your journey will be long and full of doubt and tragedy but this is your destiny Dirty Poo. Do not forsake your destiny.”
“But where do I begin Grandma? I’m scared.”
“Start with the wall. It’s like an ancient language. This is all I can tell you. I am being called back to the other side. Be brave Dirty Poo!” And with that his grandmother’s head disappeared.
Dirty Poo didn’t feel confident. He did not feel like the chosen one. He doubted he’d even had a vision. For two full days Dirty Poo cowered under his blankets. “If I wait long enough surely someone else will find the beginning and win the wall and we’ll have a parade with lots of colored construction paper, glue and glitter. Someone like Big Pud will save the day,” said Dirty Poo to himself.
“Hey Dirty Poo! Where are you?” asked Bread Dough.
“I’m under my covers.”
“Did you hear the news?”
“What news?” Dirty Poo pulled his head from the covers and stared at his cousin Bread Dough who had black glitter glued under his eyes which was suppose to make Bread Dough look dead but just made him look like he had the advanced stages of leprosy. “Did someone find the true beginning to Nardor?”
“Big Pud...”
“I knew it would be Big Pud. Thank all the holy craft supplies of Nardor on Big Pud. What a relief. I thought I might...”
“Hey! Shut up for a second Dirty Poo! You didn’t let me finish. Big Pud and his best bud Chest Thump went looking in the forbidden Hallway of Doom and something attacked them and...”
“And...Well? What happened to them?”
“Only Chest Thump made it back and he’s missing the top half of his head so the doctors don’t things he’s gonna survive through the night.”
“You’re telling me Big Pud is dead? I can’t believe it. I went to school with him. He was voted best smelling Dust Bunny and the most likely to invent something really important. What attacked them?”
“Chest Thump said it came out of nowhere. It’s was huge and loud like a skyscraper screaming at the top of its lungs.”
“A skyscraper?”
“You know from the picture books in grade school. Tall things with windows,” said Bread Dough.
“I guess I remember. I just can’t believe it. I can’t. If Big Pud and Chest Thump can’t do it then who can? Why’s it so important for us to know the beginning anyway? Does it really matter how it all began. I mean don’t we know? Everyday in school we would recite-- ‘In the beginning, demons ruled the planet Nardor. But the Dust Bunnies vanquished the Demons. In a great battle that lasted one hundred days. It did not come without great cost. For in the end only two Dust Bunnies stood, still alive after the great battle with all the demons dead around them. These two Dust Bunnies are our saviors- Golden Rod and Glitter Lash. This is our beginning.’ Sounds good to me.
“That’s not what they teach the little Dust Bunnies anymore Dirty Poo. I swear you never pay any attention to the world around you. You just cower under your blankets all day. Things have changed. There’s evidence that demons still exist. That all the demons were not killed in the great battle.”
“What evidence?”
“Most recently there was a photo, it’s a bit blurry but its clearly the silhouette of a demon. Right here on Nardor. Close to the Hallway of Doom. That’s why everyone’s all worked up. They even cancelled the Great Colored Macaroni Celebration. Not that you would care Dirty Poo, you never go.”
“Look Bread Dough I need your help. I haven’t told anyone this but I had a vision. It was my Grandma’s head- floating and um...she said I was the one who would find the true beginning to Nardor. Will you help me?”
“You! Find the true beginning! You’re messing with me! And you want me to help you! You know I’m listless and vaguely suicidal.”
“Look I can’t do this by myself. I’m serious. Maybe together we can do this.”
“Well let me think about it...okay, I’m in. I mean the worst that could happen is I could die and that would vaguely fit into my future goals. So where do we start?”
“The wall Bread Dough, the wall.”

To Be Continued..