Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my JaneXGunther story. My first JatD story but I love the show and I've been watching it for YEARS! I love it so I'm beginning my little journey with this!
This takes place after Gunther separates from Jane in the maze (Knight Light) and somehow, an evil trader appears and kidnaps Gunther for a ransom, expecting his father to pay BIG. So what happens? Read on...
"Gunther! Gunther!" Jane's voice called to him as he walked in the direction he thought was the most reasonable. He scoffed arrogantly. "Let her get eaten by the wolves for all I care!" he whispered to no one in particular. "And once I find the princess, they will all know who the real knight is!" The boy listened as Sir Ivon called out for princess Lavinia, feeling that the sound of his mentors voice had become greatly more important.
Gunther stalked alone, one hand on the wall to help keep his bearings, but the constant view of the ponderous straw walls and that of the obsidian night sky was all he could make out and it was growing tedious. Until finally he faced a massive wall. "Oh, blast…" he grumbled. "Dead end…" he looked at his surroundings to find more walls, more straw… more sky… "Now where do I go…?"
He rushed towards another path, made a left and came to another towering mass of straw. Getting frustrated, Gunther dropped his heavy sword to the ground ran back and forth through the maze until he was completely lost, his vision of the starry sky obscured by the leaves of the trees, the branches seemed to challenge him menacingly by torch light. He knew that he had reached the forest side of the vast matrix. He gasped at the sound of a howl, grow closer. "Oh no…"
"Oh yes…" a gruff voice whispered from the dancing shadows. A large, grizzly man turned a corner and stared down at the young squire. "Do you remember meh?"
Gunther backed up. "N-no…"
"I be a o' partner of yer father…" he replied, an evil grin on his face.
"O-o-oh yes?" he stammered, feeling stupid for leaving his sword. "Well I--"
"He own meh a large sum fer' the help I lented him…" the man moved in closer. "An' you, lad… er goin' to assist meh." He leaned forward, his vile breath burning Gunther's nostrils.
The squire gulped. "Th-there are armed knights in the--"
"Ther' ar wolves too… My wolves…"
"Your wolves?!"
"Aye. At my command they will attack ye mercilessly! Piece by piece…" the man forcefully grabbed Gunther's hair and yanked him around, twisting his hands behind his back and clamping a calloused hand over his mouth. "Now come with me… the merchant will pay big to have his precious son back!" he leaned close to his ear. "Make a sound, and it will be yer death…"
Gunther didn't dare make a sound. But as he went with the man, he last her Jane's musical laughter followed by a snort and saw the orange glow of Dragon's fire light the path. "HURRY ALONG!" the man's gruff voice whispered hurriedly and moved to a run into the forest. He yanked Gunther's torch from his hand and cast it to the ground to create a diversion and avert the dragon's exceptional eyesight from them.
That was Gunther's last memory of Kippernia. A blazing forest fire, at his hand. 'Jane truly is the better knight…' he thought, defeated.