MUCH LATER... INSIDE THE ARROW REALM...
Joseph's eyes snapped open.
"What... where am I?" he asked himself, rubbing his head. His eyes opened wider as he observed his surroundings.
A strange glowing landscape took up his view.
"This is DEFINATELY not Kansas," he said, looking around. He noticed that Glamdring was no longer with him. Instead, a sabre hung at his belt. He drew it out. Its handle was wrapped in a black material that made a perfect grip, and it seemed to glow in the light. Upon closer examination, Joseph saw a single word carved into the hilt... a name.
Feuilly.
"What the..." Joseph said, remembering another manuscript he had read about a group called the Friends of The ABC. "But... it can't be... can it?"
"It can."
Joseph jumped and turned around to find a terrifying spectre standing behind him.
"Welcome to the Realm of the Arrow," it said. "I am the judge. You will be subjected to many tests. If yo ucan pass those, then you still must face the terrible beast that awaits at the end... the one that no man has beaten so far, and the reason that no one who has been shot with one of these specific arrows has received the skill at the end."
"Wait... what?"
*Sigh* "Just go wit hit. Now, there are a few stipulations. One... you fail a test, you die. Two... if you fail to kill the beast plaguing here, you will lose your soul. Third, if you kill your judge... yo ugo straight to hell."
"Okay," Joseph said. He sheathed Feuilly's sabre. "I accept."
"Good." The spectre smiled. "Let us begin."
(Hey, this is Pheobe. Remember how Cifero and I were sharing my profile? Well, we decided that it could be a two-way thing since this computer's reaaaally slow. So I'll be posting in this color, like when he posts with my profile.)
Back on the ship, Thalia was tending to Joseph as a few of the other crew members watched.
"Okay," she said to Kaya, "hold him down while I pull the arrow out."