Summary: Presenting the very first act of Devon and Cornwall, the two headed dragon!
Disclaimer: If I created Quest for Camelot, not only would I be rich, but I would own the actual movie...
Notes: Still missing my sanity... Would appreciate if someone returned it... For reminder, it's a bald chicken with teeth... I think. Btw... couldn't do Garrett, honestly. So try not to mind his OOCness.
Kayley walked into the theatre, looking around at the dark maroon drapes and the carefully placed torches. "Wow! I've never been to the theatre before! It's amazing!" Kayley exclaimed excitedly to her companion, Garrett.
"Yes, yes, can we go to our seats now?" Garrett replied, sounding exasperated. Kayley huffed but quickly forgot that she was pouting as she tugged her blind comrade towards the stairs that led towards the upper box that were reserved for them.
Not a minute after they had gotten settled, the horns blew, signaling the arrival of the king.
The entire theatre rose and bowed as the king and his aides. Soon enough all were seated again, with the king in the highest box, as it always was. Say what you will about all being equal, the theatre still reserved the best box for the king.
The theatre buzzed with the indistinguishable chatter of the excitedly curious crowd and it seemed like no time had passed before the curtain raised... to reveal an empty stage.
Immediately hushed whispering broke out, only to be immediately silenced as an unseen band began to play a smooth, slightly somber tune. It played for a short time, and abruptly cut off.
The shadowed theatre began to echo with a rumble. Quiet at first, but quickly escalated to a roar. And as it reached its peak, flame burst out from under the stage and a shadow appeared behind it.
With a woosh, the flames vanished, and Cornwall and Devon were revealed.
There was a pause, and then abruptly Cornwall, the plump stumpy head of the two, belched a small lick of flame.
Devon shot his head-mate a disgusted look and said, with his recognizably accented voice, "I hope you'll forgive Cornwall here, he'd rather ill mannered."
Cornwall turned towards Devon, indignation written over his features, "Who are you calling ill-mannered you skinny-necked tortoise? UH?"
"Well I never!" Devon exclaimed. And then, without warning, both heads turned to wink at the audience, identical grins on their faces, before turning back to their 'argument' and the show!
By the end of the night, the entirety of the theatre were sure they had cracked a rib from laughing so hard. But not a one admitted to regretting watching Cornwall and Devon, the two-headed dragon and their, by now, infamous comedy routine.
After all, they'd been practicing all their lives.