by - Linnet
Clop-clop, clop-clop, clop-clop…
King Gourry Gabriev of the Britain valiantly rode across the countryside with his loyal page, Lina (Emphasis of riding was distributed by her continuous clapping of two hollowed coconut shells). They were in search of knights with pure hearts, radical fighting skills, and money to pay for food.
Soon enough, their endless quest led them to the walls of a great castle. Convinced that there would be a great knight to join his cause, King Gourry looked up and called out, "HEY THERE! Anybody home?"
"What? Oh, oh, yes, yes there’s people here," responded a voice high atop the castle wall. "What is it you need?"
"Uh…Oh…Um…"
Lina leaned forward and whispered, "Knights to join you, you moron."
"Oh yeah! ^^ I knew that! Um, yes, well, we’re looking for a worthy knightly figure to join my knights of the…uh…"
"Semi-circle table, baka."
"Yeah! That’s right! To join my knights of the semi-circle table! ^^"
The guard atop the castle wall eyed the king and his page suspiciously. "Um…No."
King Gourry frowned. "Well…Why not?"
"Nunya business! Get outa here!" the guard snapped in a very bad French accent. "I spit in your general direction!"
"Well, that’s not very nice!"
"…I took that into account."
"You what?"
"Oh, NEVERMIND! Just LEAVE!"
"But, I don’t have anywhere else to go…" King Gourry then suddenly got an idea (!!!). "Hey, I know! Why don’t I stay at your place?"
"NO! No no no no no NO!" the guard disappeared from sight. "Ready!"
"Ready for what?" King Gourry blinked and looked at his page, who shrugged.
"Aim!"
Lina tugged on her King’s sleeve. "Ah…Milord…I think we should run."
"Why?"
"FIRE!" and a loud sound of a catapult being fired (had I known how that sound sounded, I’d emphasize it. But I kinda don’t…) rang throughout the countryside, as a screaming Ryuzoku flies over the castle wall and heading straight at the King and his page.
Lina shrieked (o.O) insanely, "RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!" and followed her own orders.
"What?" King Gourry scratched his head, looked up, squeaked, and ran.
The screaming Ryuzoku’s screaming was silenced as his mouth came in contact with the dirt. "Mrrphhhhhh!" he snarled, then he went about trying to get his horn unstuck from the ground, then commenced sitting up and spitting out grass and other earthly objects from the earth. "DAMN YOU %*)(@&%$#^%)) *(^#@*&^)(_@%@! #$%%!!!!!!!!" he swore violently while violently shaking his fist. He then inhaled deeply, running a hand through his spiky sticky-uppy hair and started to swear even more violent than the first round.
Just then…
"Stop! Stop that awful swearing Mister Valgaav!" squeaked a high pitched voice. SD chibi Firia raced across the "countryside" with a large inflatable mace and smacks him across the head. "This is a rated PG story, not R!!"
"Oh…Okay," he shrugged. Satisfied, the little chibi raced away.
King Gourry blinked. "…Who are you?"
"Valgaav the…" grimaces, "jolly minstrel."
"What’s a munstill?"
"It’s a…oh, nevermind."
"So you’re not a knight?"
"No."
"Rats! Come, Lina! We are off in search of some other knightly knights!" With that, King Gourry and his loyal page ride off into the sunset.
There’s more to the story! Wait and see! *rides off into the sunset as well, but ends up hitting the fake scenery* Ow…
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