So... I have no idea how this happened. But I have had a bunch if ideas for Randall stories, but I don't want to completley fill up the archive with my ramblings. this was the pefect solution. The basic gist of this will be a mix of Randall's childhood, The masked Gentleman's thoughts throughout the story and random 'Rangela' stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own this.
The boy slowly opened his eyes. His clothes were soaked with water. He noticed that he was lying at the bank of a shallow river.
What just happened?
He tied to think back, but his memory was foggy. The last thing he could clearly remember was waking up.
There was a face, a golden face. It wasn't attached to a body…
He sat up and looked around him. There wasn't much there, he seemed to be staring at a cliff side.
A cliff…. There was a cliff there. What did that mean?
He stood up and turned round; he could just make out some houses in the distance.
There were a couple of objects scattered around his feet, a pair of glasses that were badly smashed. He wasn't sure why they were there, he could see perfectly well so why would there be a need to wear glasses. There was also a shining mask with an elaborate face painted onto it.
A mask? Yes. There was a mask.
But there was another face… and a voice calling out to him. What was it saying? It sounded like a name…. His name. What was his name?
He picked up the mask; leaving the glasses there. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to recall everything. He knew the answer was there, but he just couldn't reach it.
"Oh, Harrumph. What are you doing out here?" The boy turned round. There was a strange man there; he had a large grey beard that covered most of his face and a walking stick hanging from his hand.
"What do you mean?" Did he know this man?
"I mean, what are you doing out here? You're soaking wet, clutching some weird accessory and wearing jist one shoe?"
"Wait what?" He looked down; he was indeed wearing only one shoe. He must have lost the other. "I don't know."
"Well why don't you know?"
"I just don't. Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Tannenbaum; I live in that village over there, Craggy Dale. I was just out for a walk and I find some kid lying ah'll the way out here."
"I'm not a kid! I'm seventeen! And I have a name!"
"Well, what is it?"
"I don't know, I can't remember. I can't really remember anything" Tannenbaum stared at him, then began to chuckle.
"You're a strange lad Y'know. Why don't you come back to the village with me? We'll get you a fresh pair of clothes and a nice meal, see if you memory comes back. It's lucky I found you actually, you never know what'll be round all these parts." Suddenly something clicked in the boys mind.
"Wait… Say that last part again".
"Okay? You never know what'll be round all-"
"Round all, round all…" he closed his eyes and made strange hand movements, as if he was trying to work out a complex maths calculation "Round all-Randall…. Randall! My name's Randall."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm positive".
"Well then Randall, let's get back to the village then".
"Yeah…" and with a final glance back at the cliff Randall set off, leaving his old life behind.
For some weird reason, I imagined Rubeus Hagrid whilst I wrote Tannenbaum... weird.
Should I continue this story? Any feedback would be really appreciated!