The Sword of The Phantom King

Ocean Bluelily, a dark blue seal with light teal flower markings lived in Crystal Sands with her best friend, Magic Goldenrose, a yellow seal with red hibiscus markings. Her life consisted of swimming, working, eating, and laughing. Until the phantoms attacked.

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The Day It All Changed
"Come on Magic!" Ocean hurried her friend, blinking in the morning sunlight. "We have to get to work."

"Give me a second..." Magic groaned, stretching. "Okay, I'm up." She rolled with a thump off the bed of coral in Crystal Sands. Ocean and Magic both worked at Captain Melville's Juice Hut, they were the juice makers there.

The two seals raced to the Hut, which was not very far from their den. They swung the doors open, put on aprons, and checked in just in time for their morning shift. "Finally! How long does it take you two to do your job?" Their boss, Major Lemonhead was waiting for them, arms folded.

"Sorry sir," the friends said in unison, looking at each other.

"Yeah yeah, get to work!" Major pointed to the assembly area, a cafe table with a blender, fruits, and cups. Within a few minutes of opening the Hut, a jammer walked in.

"I'll have a strawberry smoothie with whipped cream, topped with blueberries, and a bowl of bananas. Make it fast," she ordered, tapping on her mobile. Magic nodded and began making her order, as another jammer came in.

"Hmm," he stared at the menu, pondering his options, then looked at Ocean. "I think I'll do a cherry lemonade. Easy on the ice." Ocean and Magic gave the customers their orders, collected the tips, and moved on to the next jammer.

The morning passed to a hot afternoon when business was at its highest. It was also the time when Magic and Ocean's shift ended, so they walked to their den together.

Ocean and Magic had been best friends since high school. They had even been roommates in college, and so when the time came, of course, they pooled their money and bought a den together, and ended up working at the same job. Ocean could barely remember a time that the two were apart... and she never wanted to return to those days.

Magic looked at Ocean. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked her friend with a sly grin on her face.

"Of course," Ocean looked back at Magic, nodding. They dove into the water, holding flippers. Often, the seals would swim up to the pink flamingo from behind, and leap onto him. This day was no exception. With a terrified squawk, the flamingo stuck its head in the water. Magic and Ocean high-fived and swam away.

Several hours later, they emerged from the reef, and walked, dripping water, back to their den. Ocean and Magic took turns having a shower, and they ate a donut each. Like every other day. They fell asleep after eating dinner, like every other day. But this was not every other day.

Magic woke up to a sound, a loud echoing crash. She quickly slipped out of bed and nudged Ocean awake. "What is it?" Ocean asked groggily.

"Didn't you hear that crash? I'm going to find out what it was." Magic grabbed a backpack with a flashlight and a sword, and Ocean did the same. They crept out of the den, flashlights set to the lowest setting, and made their way toward the water, where Magic believed the noise came from. Ocean shone the flashlight down on the water and gasped.

"Magic! The reef! Look!" Ocean pointed as her friend glanced down. Then she too gasped.

"The water! It's purple!"

Captured
The purple water was a sign, and Ocean knew exactly what it meant. Phantoms.

"Magic," she hissed, "quick, we have to run, the phantoms are here!" Magic looked at her friend in shock. Can it really be happening, Ocean thought, can phantoms be attacking now, after so many years of peace?

Magic ran back to the den. In a few minutes, she came out with batteries for a flashlight, provisions, a blanket, and a bow-and-arrow. They divided the items up and packed them in bags. "Hmm," Magic said aloud. "I think we have everything." She glanced at her friend. "Let's go."

They ran into a forest together, one they knew led to Sarepia. But, before they could take a step, they found themselves being hoisted into the air!

Ocean clawed viciously at the net surrounding her, and Magic screamed in fear. "Well, well, well..." a raspy voice drawled. "What do we have here?" The bushes shook, and out stepped a black phantom. Then the seals felt a flash of pain on their heads, and they were blacked out.

"W-Where are we?" Ocean muttered, holding her head in a damp cell. "Magic?" she called, seeing no sign of her friend.

"I-I'm here. Only, where is here?" Magic replied from a cell next to hers.

"Oh, no no no! Magic, I think I know where we are..." Ocean whispered in a faint voice.

"Well, spit it out!" Magic urged.

"We're in the--"

”Phantom Prison,” came a sad voice to the left of Ocean. Magic strained her head to see the addition to the conversation. A green wolf stepped out of the shadows. She had a red swirly pattern and a large gash on her back. Magic gasped.

”What happened to you? Was it-“ she looked around before continuing in a whisper, “the phantoms?” The wolf nodded, then inhaled sharply as if it hurt to move her head.

"I-I tried to escape, but they... found me. My name's Ivy. Ivy Cleverjoy. What're your names?"

"I'm Ocean, and this is my friend Magic. What do we do here?" Ocean asked.

”Well, my job is to make sure the machine constructions go well. If anyone does something wrong, they get... punished.” Ivy’s voice hitched, and she shuddered. “But there are other jobs, like the lab, building machines, transporting goods, and cleaning the sludge off things.”

”And if you don’t?“ Magic asked, dreading the answer. All that Ivy did in response was point at her gashes, causing them to wince. “Well, then we have to escape!” Magic exclaimed hopefully. Ocean nodded vigorously. “That’s what they all say. The cell you’re in, Ocean, used to belong to a giraffe. She was bright and hopeful... and naive. She also thought that she could escape this prison. The phantoms killed her in a second.” Ivy stopped, her eyes moist. “I’m going to sleep. You guys should too. The newbies always get the worst jobs.” Without another word, Ivy turned around and curled up on the hard floor.

“Good night,” Ocean said in a fearful voice, unsure what the morning would bring. Magic and Ivy said the same, and although Ocean was lying down, she stared up at the ceiling for a long time, listening to the sound of Magic’s quiet sobs.

The Jobs
Ocean woke up to a phantom banging on the bars of her cell. She blinked her eyes groggily and sat up, the shackles on her feet clanging. Oh no... she thought with a gasp. He's taking me for a job... "Get up you filthy animal," the phantom growled, yanking her chains. Ocean yelped, and tried to pull back on the chains. "Resisting, are we," it chuckled menacingly. "Well, you'll soon learn your place."

Ocean felt herself being tugged into a sitting position, and the phantom took out a list. The "paper," if you could call it that, was burnt and purple, with black writing scrawled messily on it. The phantom smirked and began reading out the jobs. "Labs, cleaning, practice subject, test subject, machine builder, officiator, investigator, spy, transporter, collector..." The list went on and on, and Ocean yawned near the end of it.

Finally, the phantom was finished, and he peered at Ocean over the edge of the paper. "You will be working in the labs today." With that, he pulled the cell door open and glared at her, telling her to follow him. Ocean did so without a complaint, filled with trepidation about the ominous sounding labs.

Soon, they reached an iron door labeled "LABBS." Ocean rolled her eyes at the spelling, but whimpered as the door shut with a bang behind her.

"Oh, how wonderful, our first worker for today is here." A navy blue phantom with a dark purple pupil glared at her. "You many leave now," he said sneering at the other phantom. He turned to Ocean. "Hmm, seal, blue, number 302," he muttered, filling in boxes. "Looks healthy, recent capture..." He looked up. "302, do you have any experience with mixing?"

"First off," Ocean's voice was timid, but grew stronger, "my name is Ocean. Not 302. I'm not some lab rat you can just give a number to. And second, yes I do have experience with mixing juices for a living." Ocean narrowed her eyes defiantly.

The phantom looked at her for a moment, before laughing haughtily. "On the contrary, 302," he emphasized, sending Ocean's fur prickling, "You are just that: a lab rat. You may have been something nice in Jamaa," he spoke the word with a scoff, "but here, you work for the King. Here, you are. Nothing. But. A Number."

Ocean couldn't stop the tears welling up in her eyes. He's right, she realized, ''Whatever life I had in Jamaa is gone. I'm nobody now. Just a nameless, faceless, number.'' The phantom witnessed the change in Ocean's face, so he smirked and said, "Here are the rules for this lab. Read it, follow it, and you will live. Break it, and..." he did not need to continue.

ROOLS: Ocean scanned the page, wincing at the grammar and feeling more disheartened with every rule she read. Acid, she thought, that must be that phantom. So she would be discovering ways to torture the prisoners. She sighed and handed the sheet back to Acid.
 * 1) lisin to Acid
 * 2) mix the kemicols
 * 3) discuver wayz to hurt Jamerz
 * 4) do not risist
 * 5) report findingz to Acid