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there was a massive floating eye
that guarded a dark, lumbering tower.
in wich a giant malevolent dragon rested soundly on the floor.
This nefarious-looking dragon slept so soundly, its lusty snore began to seem as if it rattled the very sky.
and its great black wings shook with every breath as he
woke with a sudden roar, sensing a dark presence. It was the --
reaper knight, a black clad armour wearing, bone sword wielding master of darkness who...
came to slay the fiendish dragon, and take its prodigious skull back to his kingdom, where he would finally --
win the cold heart of his love, the duaghter of death, her name was...
Mary, the royal pain, but uncannily winsome. The knight swooned over her and would --
always try to find some excuse to be near her, but she rebuffed his affections telling him he wasn't dark enough for her, so he...
would slay this dragon. The dragon, now fully awake, roared with exhilaration and exasperation. The dragon then --
spewed black flames at the knight causing him to...
temporarily fall to the ground. He'd never felt fire so hot, he could probably beat this monstrosity by --
Summoning his shadow ice hound to use his breath to freeze the dragons fire and then he could...
Feast on the dragon's liver...
whitch would sever the charm of immortality on the dragon
Eating the dragon's liver could also give him a chance to become immortal himself. But then he wondered what was in the tower, could it be --
the magical potion that could make his annoying brother into a toad.
"Oh, my," exclaimed the knight with the appearance of conviction, "to only turn my wretched brother into a toad would be the single most impressive thing I have ever achieved!" All thoughts of the fair princess Mary had fled from his plotting mind, and all the brave young man could think about was finding a way to scale the ivy-clad side of the tower.
He decided that he would use his raggedy old rope that barely supported him.
Shielding his face, he could feel the heat that the mountainous dragon gave off, as he ran to the side of the dragon. Ducking and dodging the ruby-coloured fire, he hid behind the tower, his chest rising and falling heavily. Swinging his shabby rope to the top of the tower he--
Hoped with his whole heart that the rope had secured itself to something sturdy. The knight threw his sword and shield to the ground and leaped majestically aboard the rope, shouting a war cry for good measure. Well, after about three and a half days this brave man, this knight with the heart of a lion and the brain of a, well, never mind, had reached the middle of the mysterious and ivy-clad tower! He was mighty pleased with himself as should anyone be after such a feat, and he gave a second war cry, this one louder and longer than the first. Now I ask you, was it so peculiar that the knight fell from his rope and crashed to the earth, some seven or eight feet below? Can we judge such a brave and true heart as his? There was a moment of silence while the knight contemplated these various things. He contemplated these nobel things while lying on his back, the magnificent blue sky stretched out above him. And then a very familiar voice startled him, nearly out of his wits, I might add.
It was the witch who had raised him, though she often ignored him now that he had moved from her tower.
"Oh, so you finally decided to come back," A cracked but strong voice sounded so loud, it lingered around the air, wrapping itself around the knight's nearly-unconscious head. Barely lifting his head off the ground, he saw the oddly peerless face of his mother, the witch. With a quick snap of her fingers, the dragon bowed it's head, a deep whimper growing from the pit of his chest. Perhaps she was a hallucination, perhaps it was the spinning of his head that had made him here voices. He lay on the ground, trembling until--
Mary jumped out of nowhere and attacked the dragon, screaming "DIE FOUL BEAST!!!"
The knight rather wondered later if this truly was possible but it seemed to him that the villainous dragon raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "You truly believe I am able to be defeated?" Later the knight doubted his memory, first of all because it was faulty to begin with and secondly because do dragons really posses eyebrows?The fair and rather strong princess Mary hoisted a silvery sword into the air, her incredibly long black hair twisting around her face. "The time has come, O Dragon, for you to meet a sad, sad end!" And with that--
--the dragon breathed fire from its nostrils and torched the brave girl. "MARY!" shouted the knight, and recovered enough to see a bright flash. "Wha--"
Standing strongly holding a sword of gold, stood the princess, an evil grin plastered on her face. The dragon, on the other hand, looked as shocked as the knight felt. The dragon eyed the sword as he noticed his liver entangled on it. With one breath, he looked down at himself before letting out a deep growl. The giant malevolent dragon open his mouth as wide as he could and--
--slowly began to collapse, heading in the direction of Mary. The stories always disagree on this point, some say that the dragon purposefully fell in the path of the girl, while others insist that there are physics and other scientific things involved. They do, however agree that--
when the dragon fell, it knocked the sword out of her hands. At that point, the knight truly realized his luck as the sword dropped right next to him, barely missing his head. Sliding the liver off, he smiled and--
yawned. Then his smile disappeared when he saw his mother, the witch, heading toward him."You know, if you came back home, I could teach you all about magic." The witch said. "I could put the crown of protection on your head and the blessing of luck inside of you. So come home, dear. Mother misses you."
"You've really got to work on your third person talking, Mother. And no offense, but the 'Crown of Protection' and the 'Blessing of Luck,' they just sound lame." The knight sighed. "You still haven't worked on your lines, have you?" The knight thought for a while and decided to-
go jump off a cliff, the dragon was upset and then he jumped right off the cliff, soon after, the whole city jumped off the cliff and everyone died except for-
the old witch. She died by accidentally eating fifteen death potions.
((Stop trying to kill the story. D:))
But what we didn't know was that before she took her last breath, two children were born. These twins were so beautiful, it made the heavens cry. One was a boy with hair as brown as a chocolate river and the other, a girl with hair as gold as 24 karats. These children weren't born from the witch, no, they were born from the dragon, that was actually a female. They slowly began to walk towards...
... a sparkling blue river with water as pure as the witch's 'Blessing of Luck' (a very pure thing in case you didn't know.). The twins observed the river carefully, and sitting on the ground and cupping their hands, they drank the lovely water. And so they began to roam the earth. But as they did, Mary pushed her way from under the dragon and sniffed. "Ugh! What is that terrible smell? The smell of ash and soot? Or does that even have a smell?" When she said this, though, she noticed the wonderful children. "Oh, but I see no mother in sight, so they shall be mine." And she scooped up the children in her arms and away skipped the young lady, calling for the knight and his mother.
She reached the edge of the cliff which our brave hero the knight had just jumped off of and peered uneasily into the deep abyss below, clutching the two children very tightly, lest they should fall. "Mary?" A hollow voice echoed from bellow, "I rather find I am in a predicament." Mary pondered this; she pondered if she should respond, actually. She was beginning to like her One True Love a whole lot less these days.
Mary decided to throw down his shaggy rope that he dropped before he jumped, but didn't say anything. Hurriedly, she left the cliff and observed the landscape. "This is no place for two children as lovely as these to grow up." She shook her head sadly. "How shall I travel home with these children when I have no food or quick way to get home..." The baby girl babbled something that sounded like, "There is food on the mountain." But, Mary ignored this, seeing as babies can't talk when they are newborn. She simply thought it was a problem with her hearing.
Meanwhile, the knight appeared behind Mary, having climbed up the rope. "Hello!" He said joyfully, holding one half of the rope. While he was climbing up the rope had snapped, but luckily, since he was nearing the top, he grabbed a nearby rock and somehow pulled himself up. And of course he couldn't bear to leave his useful rope behind. Mary, startled, turned around to look at the knight. "Well, well, well."
"Those your kids?" The knight raised his eyebrow.
"I've adopted them," Mary answered.
The knight cleared his throat and tried not to snicker, "Ha! You raising kids? Oh boy, well, you see, I'm not exactly ready to be a dad yet. You'll have to get rid of them."
"Who said I was marrying you?"
"Oh, yeah. That." The knight tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
Mary heard it anyway. "You're disappointed."
She was rather a person who Cut Right to the Chase. The knight looked at her sadly. "Rather," said the knight.
"Well," said Mary after a second, "I am sorry to hear this." "Rather," said the knight.
"The Current Predicament, as we might say is this," and Mary paused a moment to let what she'd said sink in. "Ra-"
"What The Current Predicament happens to be is I don't love you and never will."
The knight paused a second to let this sink in to himself.
"Rather," said the knight and looked at his shoes.
"But hey," said Mary, "thanks for, um, everything."
"We aren't getting married?" said the knight, half to himself.
"No. Nope. Have a nice day."
And Mary tucked one child under each arm and skipped in the opposite direction.
"But wait, aren't you going back to be the princess?" The knight called."Hmm? Oh, I'd rather not." Mary replied. "Now, goodbye!"
Suddenly, a horse appeared beside the knight and the knight rode away on it. Mary watched the knight ride away, and then set about to finding food, water, and shelter. She let the babies sit on the ground while she looked for the first important thing: water. Of course, it had to be pure water and that seemed like something very hard to find in this area. But she was wrong. After walking a little way, she found a stream that was filled with blue, sparkly water. When she drank from it, she discovered it was pure. Also, she noticed, this stream was close to a gorgeous, grassy mountain and a lovely pond full of fish. "I believe I shall make my shelter on that beautiful mountain, and I shall go fishing in that pond. I shall also drink from this amazing stream. Although, it would be nice if the babies had milk." Mary thought.
The knight scratched his head in confusion. Maybe she wasn't as amazing as he'd thought. This would be devastating news to return to the kingdom. Back at Mary's new home, she noticed the children had grown, a decorated mark on each of their backs. The boy had grown about 5 inches since she'd last seen him and the girl's hair had grown 6 inches at the very least. "What an odd bunch of children." Mary said aloud, using a stick to catch a fish. The young boy yelled, "It's going to rain! We need to go inside." This surprised Mary, as the children were just born just a few hours ago. But she shook her head, "No rain, young child." Suddenly, the pond began vibrating. A drop of rain landed on Mary's forehead, and it began pouring all around them. The young girl smiled and said...
"I love the outdoors. Why don't we stay?" The young girl said."You two deserve names, right?" Mary asked. After all, if they could talk already and understand things it was proper to give them names. "Would you like one, children?"
"How about Jay?" The girl suggested.
"For you?" Mary was surprised. A girl never asked to be called a boy's name.
"Yes, please," The girl nodded.
"I suppose, dear, er, Jay," Mary agreed reluctantly. It was not the name she had in mind, but it would do. "What about you son? How about Jack?"
"Jack, I like that," The boy smiled. "Anyway, what shall we do about this rain? I don't worry about..." Jack paused, thinking of his sister's odd name, "...Jay. But getting wet doesn't delight me."
"Maybe a tree atop the mountain will at least block out some rain," Mary thought. "Come Jack and Jay! We must hurry before we are completely drenched! And the sun has already left the sky! It is bedtime, now."
"Really? Then why am I not tired?" Jay inquired.
"I don't know. But as you're such odd children, you could be nocturnal for all I know!" Mary shook her head, and then gripped the children's wet hands in hers and started her ascent up the mountain.
Mary was right. Indeed, the children were nocturnal although they didn't know it quite yet.
It was dark when Mary awoke, but she could just make out a girl sitting next to her on the ground. The girl looked to be about twelve years old and had long golden hair, strangely long golden hair, which was wrapped around her, letting just her pale face poke out. "Rain," muttered Mary groggily, gesturing to the downpour taking place outside of the tree under which she and her children had taken shelter the night before.
"Rather," said the girl complacently, untucking her hands from the cloak of hair and handing a slice of bread to Mary.
"Er..thanks." Mary wolfed it down; she was much hunger than she'd thought.
"Now," started the girl.
"Oh my Lord!" Screamed Mary, leaping from the ground, "Where are my new children?" Her face was filled with horror.
"Mo-"
"I have to find Jack and, er, Jay! Where are they? Have you seen them? What should I do? Are they-"
"Mother," interrupted the girl suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"Mother, they-we're fine."
"Yeah?" said Mary again.
"Um…yeah."
The girl obviously wasn't used to using terms like "yeah".
What do you…I mean, what in all of heaven-"
"Mother!"
"Yes?" Mary replied."Take a deep breath," Jack said nearby. It appeared he had just walked up, as he was carrying a stack of firewood.
"Thank you, Jack," Jay stuck out her hand from the tree's protection to feel the rain.
"How do you grow so fast?" Mary took a deep breath to calm herself as instructed.
"This is as much as we'll grow for a couple of years," Jack said. "And I'm not exactly sure why we grow so fast. I just know we won't grow for a while."
It was obvious Jack was a calm, sensitive, and knowledgeable boy. Mary could tell just by looking at him. Jay, however, was an adventurous, outdoorsy, impulsive girl. Her name suited her well.
As the sun rose, both the children began to yawn and rub their eyes sleepily.
"Go to bed now, children," Mary ordered.
"I need to bathe, I need to explore, and...and...well, I have so much to do and..." Jay excused.
"No, Jay. You may do that tonight." Mary commanded. "Now, both of you, go to sleep."
And with that, both children lay down and fell asleep instantly.
That day, Mary worked on making a shelter and a place for storing the food. Finally, the sun began to set, and she went back to the tree where she left the children sleeping. Jay was climbing the tree, while Jack was shouting warnings to Jay and glancing worriedly up at her. Mary rushed over and called to Jay, "What are you doing up there? I've prepared a nice, warm supper for you two. Get down this instant!" "Mother, I'm perfectly fine." Jay answered. "But anyhow, I'll come down." She heaved an exaggerated sigh, and quickly scampered down the tree. Jack sighed as well, though his was out of relief, not out of annoyance of being disturbed.
After eating their supper, the two children split and went separate ways. Jack and Mary walked down the mountain to collect water and other things to stock the shelter and storage shack with, while Jay hiked up the mountain. Finally, she reached the top. There were several trees places around a slightly small pond. The trees provided a sort of protection for the pond, Jay noticed. The pond was also sparkly, and Jay loved to watch the reflection of the setting sun on the calm waters. Deciding it was time for a bathing, she jumped in and splashed the water on herself and her clothes. The thought of how she would dry herself never crossed her mind.
Meanwhile, Jack and Mary prepared beds for themselves in the shelter. "Mother," Jack said, "I believe I'm quite tired enough to sleep this night."
"How are you tired?" Mary asked, surprised.
"I suppose I'm just odd," Jack shrugged.
"You're completely normal," Mary reassured him. She didn't want the boy to think of that as a negative, so she lied, although that wasn't the best choice she could've made. "Well, er, in a good way." She added.
"Of course, Mother," Jack nodded. "Jay's the odd one. Girls are supposed to do housework. Girls are supposed to have girl names. Girls are also supposed to act proper. They aren't supposed to catch meat and such jobs meant for boys. Don't you think so, Mother?"
"I believe that girls should have freedom, Jack. I suppose that Jay thinks so, too. She just wants freedom. She wants to be able to do anything she sets her mind to. She's very stubborn and impulsive. Giving up is almost out of the question for her. Look out for her, Jack. I don't want her to get hurt." Mary replied thoughtfully.
"Yes, Mother. Speaking of, though, where is she now?" Jack asked.
"Probably bathing or exploring. She did mention that this morning before she slept." Mary said.
"Did you know," Jack said, "that Jay doesn't need to sleep every day? She can go without it for one month."
"Really?" Mary frowned.
"Yes. I know so."
"How?"
"I don't know that. I just know that she can."
"That's confusing. Confusing and odd. Anyway, go to the river and take a quick bath. I want you to get in bed early, okay?"
"Okay," Jack stood and walked stiffly out of the shelter's door and towards the river. He slipped his feet into the river, shivering at the cold water that covered them.
Up at the top of the mountain, Jay stared at the last bit of sunlight that shone through the trees. Sighing quietly, she climbed out of the pond and began to look for something that would dry her off.
