This is my first Enchanted Forest story, although I've read the books a million times. While browsing through all the stories on ff.n I saw alot of plots on Princesses who were unhappy, but none on unhappy Princes! So, I decided to fill in that gap. :D If I get enough reviews I'll certainly write more, but I'm working on a LOTR fanfiction as well. Anywho, enjoy the story and tell me what you think!! Thanks!


Befriending Dragons



Chapter 1: In Which Gavin Embarks on a Quest


Prince Gavin was bored. Not another day of fighting dragons and rescuing Princesses who didn't have enough sense to stay away from trouble. Not another day filled with completing quests. Not another day with his instructor Berald droning on about how a prince should fulfill his duty. Bored. Prince Gavin was very, very bored. He stared out of the window, remembering the fun-filled events of yesterday. He had met a young magician. They had gone around the nearby village placing enchantments on all the boring, stuffy nobles. Of course these enchantments didn't last very long, and sadly, all the frogs and donkeys around the village would turn back to their human selves at sunset.

You must be polite and follow whatever the young maiden bids you. For Princesses are fair and unused to the terrors of the world, Berald said in his dull, monotone. Gavin rolled his eyes. They were far more smarter then they let on. Although, they didn't have much sense, they knew how to get a man to do exactly what they wished. But they always asked for silly things... like fetching a rose from a monster's garden, or conquer a giant to get his golden harp. Pah! Who needed Princesses?

Berald was a knight. He had grown too old to go off on adventures, rescuing damsels in distress, so King Hugo had hired him to teach his sons how to be princely. There were seven sons, Gavin being somewhere in the middle at age 16. He looked much different than his brothers, who were all very handsome with black or brown hair and blue eyes. Gavin, for one, was not very good at the sword. Although he wanted to be, he just couldn't seem to concentrate. He had reddish hair, but he was no firewitch. Everyone around him seemed to fit in somehow. Gavin however, couldn't be more out of place. Some of his brothers had already gone out to seek their fortune or to find some evil monster, and it was his turn soon. Strange, unexpected things always seemed to happen, and Gavin, was the first one to be blamed.

... YOUR MAJESTY! Berald's voice rang out, jerking the young prince from his thoughts. Your majesty, you must pay attention! Did you hear a word I was saying?

Yes, Berald, I can hear you very well, Gavin sighed.

Then you must know that you will start your journey to save Princess Aerida tomorrow?



Berald harumphed at his pupil's obvious lack of attention. Of all the princes he had ever taught, he was simply the most impossible. She has been captured by dragons near the Enchanted Forest. You must go and save her, then you will receive half her kingdom and you can live happily ever after. The young prince groaned inwardly, he most certainly did NOT want to rule a Kingdom. He would make a terrible King. You will bring the normal equipment of course, Berald stated, Seven league boots, magic rope, an enchanted sword, and full armour..

I will not wear armor, Gavin refused blatantly, I can barely move and it rusts easily. Besides, it's awfully hot in the Mountains of Morning, then he added as an afterthought, What do I need armour for? I'm a prince, not a knight. Aren't they supposed to wear it?

The old knight puffed up, Your majesty! Dragon's can breathe fire! Armour is for your protection and safety.

Protection? I'm more likely to turn into a roasted turkey! Metal happens to heat under fire, and I do not wish to become a baked prince, thank you very much.

You will go Prince Gavin! Your father commands it, and it's expected of you. Why, any other prince would jump at the mere thought of rescuing Princess Aerida!

So it was that Gavin set out into the world, saying goodbye to his magician friend Remanan (who gave him a helpful book of spells), his father, his brothers and his mother. Carried with him was the pack that Berald had prepared for him, and the sad thought that the only reward on this pointless quest would be a dim-witted Princess. Oh how very wrong he was.


Yes, I know it's really short. I promise I will write more once I get at least ten (or around there) reviews. I gotta know if it's good enough. Please review! Thank you.