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Ash ~ Prince of Thieves
~ Part 2 ~
~ Four months later ~
A
sh looked around the beautiful valley. He grinned happily and looked at his newfound friend. "I still think you should go back home, I know what it feels like to be away from you're home.""If I go home now, I would be dishonoring them. 'Tis better for me to stay here."
Ash shrugged. He had basically given up trying to get him to go back home. He once again looked at his surroundings. He was home! Everything looked so familiar, yet so much bugger!
"Brock, isn't this place beautiful?!"
"Yes."
They walked a little farther and Ash stopped once again to admire the scenery. "Look! Mistle toe. I've caught many girls thanks to this little plant." (So unlike Ash!)
"IN my country, we respect our girls, we do not drug them." (Maybe they should switch roles! =))
"So what were the girls like in your country?"
"Beautiful."
"How beautiful?"
"SO beautiful and kind that, that you could die for them."
Ash was silent for a moment then broke into a large grin. Giggling he asked, "Is that why you were to be executed? For a woman?"
Brock remained silent. He took out a carpet and looked around. "Where's is the sun?"
"That's it isn't it!"
"Where is the sun here, Ash?"
"What was her name?"
"Is there no sun in the cursed country?"
"What was her name?"
"The sun."
Ash crossed his arms and refused to answer him until his own question was answered.
"Her name."
Brock sighed and looked around as if he were scared someone would hear him. "Suzie."
"Was she worth it?"
"Worth dying for. Now where is the sun?"
Ash grinned and pointed to the west. Brock nodded gratefully and set his carpet down. Ash watched in amusement as Brock kneeled down in the direction on the sun and bowed his head.
Before Ash could comment, he heard some loud voices.
"Come back here boy!"
"You can't run forever!"
Ash looked over the wall between the voices and himself. He saw a boy being chased by 7 guards of some sort.
He watched as the boy scramble up the nearest tree and cling to it for dear life.
The commander trotted up to the boy on his horse and glared. "Cut the tree down."
The boys clung to the tree even harder as one of the guards pulled out an ax.
"Hold!"
The guard held stopped the ax in mid chop.
"Who are you?" Ash asked.
"I should be asking you the same question." The commander mused. "This boy killed some of the sheriff's deer, but this is not your problem. You shouldn't bother."
"Wrong."
They stared at him in surprise.
"This is my land and my tree, therefore this boy belongs to me." (Ohhh! I rimed!)
"And may I have the pleasure of knowing you're name before I ram my sword down your throat?"
"Ash of Pallet."
"So, the protocol son returns."
Ash just stood there behind one of the guards' horse.
"Get him!" The commander cried.
Ash raised his hands from behind the horse and showed a bow form one of the horses. He shot an arrow and then hit another man with the bow. The four remaining guards ran after him. He hit them all one way or another until they were unconscious or dead.
The commander growled in anger and came running towards Ash.
Ash simply smirked and grabbed the sword out of his hand, knocking him of his horse.
The commander moaned on the ground and turned over, only to face his sword being held by Ash.
"Now, may I have the pleasure of your name before I ram this sword down your throat?"
"Butch, the sheriff's cousin."
"Well Butch, you should go and tell your cousin that this is what happens when he hurts the people of the village. Now go."
Butch growled a bit, but got up onto his horse and rode off.
"HEY BROCK!" Ash called.
Brock appeared from behind the rock, he held his carpet in his hands, trying to put it on his back.
"What about your vow? How can you keep your vow IF I'M DEAD?"
"You are whining like a mule." He grinned and slapped his arm. "You are still alive.'
Ash stood there in amazement. He shook his head and turned to the boy.
"Have no fear come down."
The boy hesitated a moment, but came down.
There was a moment of silence before Ash decided to break it.
"So, did you really kill some of the sheriff's deer?"
The boy smiled and said, "Hundreds of 'em." And sped off.
Ash raised an eyebrow and turned to Brock. "You scared him."
And so, once again, they were off. This time, they made it to Ash's home on time, at least a night.
Ash walked into his castle and looked around in horror.
His whole house was a mess! Everything was practically in rubble!
"Father?" Ash called. He looked up and cried out in anguish. Brock looked up in surprise, there in a cage, hanging from the ceiling, was a cage, with a corpse inside. It looked like the man had been dead for 4 months!
"Who is it?"
"It's-It's my father"
"Master Ash? Is that you?"
Their heads turned towards were the voice came from. Ash pulled his sword.
"Master Ash, is that really you?"
"Sam?" (This is Prof. Oak for all you who are wondering!) Ash asked in surprise.
"Oh Master Ash! I'm so glad it's you!"
"Sam, what happened to my father?'
"We were so worried about you!" Sam rambled.
"Why didn't you stop it?"
"I'm so glad you're ok!"
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Ash shook Sam in frustration.
"Wait!" Brock stopped Ash from shaking Sam anymore. Ash stopped to look more closely. He saw tears running from the old man's eye- wait! His eyes! They were – gone!
"Sam," Ash asked more calmly, "what happened?"
"You're father was accused of witch craft," (Which by the way, in England in Robin Hood's time is practically the same thing as murdering someone)
"No!" Ash gasped in horror.
"SO they came and killed him."
"Did you believe the charges Sam?"
"Not even when they took my eyes."
Ash's own eyes filled with tears and he hugged Sam. They both cried together through the night.
~ The next morning ~
Three lone figures stood near a grave. One man was not from the land, one blind, and the other stood in front of the grave with a knife.
"I will not rest until my father is avenged!" He cried, he ran the knife on his hand. He squeezed it and said, "I swear it by my own blood."
With that Ash got up and looked at Brock with sad, troubled eyes.
"You should go home. My home here is messed up. And I cannot ask you to come along with what I am about to do."
"I have nothing left to go home to." Brock stated. Once again, he refused to go home. Ash nodded and headed for his next destination.
~
The three travelers came upon a huge castle. Ash looked at the two men and pounded on the door.
A little peak whole opened up and someone's eyes went in the whole. "No beggars until Sunday!" And it shut as quickly as it opened.
Ash looked at Brock who raised an eyebrow in amusement. Ash took a deep breath and once again pounded on the door.
The peek whole one again opened up. "I said – "
Ash quickly put his hand in the way before she could shut it again. "We're not beggars, I'm Ash of Pallet, and I'm here to see Lady Misty. "
The woman looked Ash over from what she could see. She opened the peek whole a bit more…
…only to shut it hard on his bandaged hand.
"Owwwww…" Ash removed his hand quickly and cradled his hand.
Brock chuckled a bit and raised an eyebrow. "Don't you just love the hospitality in the country.
Ash was about to retort when the door opened.
"Leave your weapons."
They looked at each other and took of their weapons. Ash and Brock headed for the door, but the woman stopped them.
" Just you." She said referring to Ash.
Ash shrugged and moved in.
"Stay here." The lady said pointing to a spot.
"Here." Ash aid, moving away from the spot.
The lady opened her mouth, then shut it again. She moved away into another room.
Ash waited only a few seconds when he heard the door open form the upstairs.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Ash of Pallet."
"Come into the light."
Ash moved into the light to the person could see him better.
"Turn around."
He did so.
"Am I to dance next? Who are you?"
"I am the maid Misty."
Ash smiled and said, "Well come into the light child for we knew each other well."
The woman came into view, but was definitely not who he thought it would be!
A woman who was fat, and had auburn hair hair, she was just plain, ugly.
Ash, trying to be the gentleman he was, tried to be polite, "Well, the years have been, uh, kind."
"Indeed, now why are you hear Ash of Pallet?"
"I was sworn to protect you."
She snickered. "Protect me? Ash of Pallet was nothing but a spoiled brat," He was going to say something when he felt a sword on his back,
"And as you can see, I have enough protection."
"Misty wait!"
And so ends part of my pathetic story,is it not wonderful?! Don't worry! Misty is, well, I'm not going to tell you. I LIKE MISTY! So don't get any ideas that I'm doing this just 'cause I don't like her. If you want to find out what happens or why 'Misty' is fat and ugly, then you just have to review and I'll write the next part! Is it that difficult?
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