The tall man stepped from the pit and stood before The Zwoggle, his hands behind his back, the red glowing eyes of the helmet glaring down at him. But the little man felt no fear, only anger. Anger at this Human who had caused so much death and destruction on so many worlds. For the Great Zwoggle island was just the latest conquest for him. Ten worlds have felt his tread. And ten worlds were left barren and lifeless. As the Zwoggle pondered the destruction left in this man's wake, the Black Prince spoke. The voice was deep. Like it was coming from the depths of the land itself. "Why are you here Zwoggle? I told your people never to return." He rumbled. "I have come to convince you to return the sight to the lovely Leena the Love Fairy, the sight of whom you've stolen." A sound issued forth from the man. It was like the grinding of a glacier on far off Earth, that most fascinating, beautiful, and yet terrifying of all worlds. He was laughing. "Why would I do that? I care not that the woman lives, much less that she can see. You have wasted your time and your life. For I told all of you that I will kill all Zwoggles who return." "You told me no such thing. For I am Billy Donald Zwoggle The 18th. The son of Billy Donald Zwoggle The 17th and Shana Mara Zwoggle, the rightful rulers of this land. I was born one hour after their air ship left to take them into exile." "It matters not who you are. I have forbidden your return. Prince Miles rules here." The little man stared at the black mask for a few moments. "I want to talk to Prince Miles, not his prison." The helmet nodded after a few seconds. "You are wise to realize what the truth of my existence is. I was created by a very evil man, King Albert, the father of Prince Miles. His son refused to lead an invasion of another world for his father. And in his anger, he had me created and his own son incased in me. I was made for two reasons. The first is to protect the good Prince from all harm. The other is to destroy. And I have done a grand job of it, don't you think? Just look at this floating island. It is my master work." "I don't care." The little man said. "I just want to talk to Miles, the Prince." "In order to talk to him you must destroy me. And many have tried that. All were given a single chance to strike a blow. And all then died by my fist." "I will not need to strike a single blow." Billy Donald Zwoggle The 18th told him. And hopping down from the ledge he stood on, he wrapped his arms around the Black Prince's leg and hugged him, a single tear of sorrow on his cheek touching the cold steel. An immediate change came over the armor. It turned from black to white, then it quickly dissolved into smoke. "Thank you." A voice whispered. "You have freed the two of us. If you had struck me in violence, it would have just made me stronger, so you are indeed wise to strike with kindness." "That is because violence is not the way of the Zwoggles." "And that is good. How I hate it. And How I hated imprisoning this good man. For more than ten thousand years I have held this poor man, But now he can live again. He can live, and I can return to the nothingness from which I was pulled. Thank you." The smoke then blew away, as did the clouds that had hovered over the Great Zwoggle Island. And before him stood Prince Miles. Naked. Sorry I'm late. I was having trouble with cut and paste.