Chapter 3

The Hall of Heroes

I have returned. I had school and a major writer's block to get past. I like to thank SaphiraRyuuka for helping me get past the block and come up with ideas for future chapters. Live long and prosper, SR! :D

I do not own Medievil, only the OC's.


Danny's POV

I couldn't believe this. Not only was my dead ancestor, Sir Daniel Fortesque, was back among the living, but he fainted when he found out that he had become a father back in medieval Gallowmere who continued the family bloodline well into the 21st century. I didn't even know skeletons could faint.

"You can't be serious." I muttered before I heard something coming down the hall.

No doubt more of Zane's zombies. With Winston trying to bring Dan back into conciseness, I had to move a display case to block the double doors that closed off the exhibit from the rest of the museum.

I moved the display case just in time as the zombies on the other side began to beat the door to get it open. As I moved a second display case, I noticed that it held steel swords from katanas to scimitars. Even though they were museum property, I smashed a case and pulled out one, feeling that I would need a weapon in the near future. And I was right.

Despite the barricade, some zombie arms managed to break holes into the door and kept grabbing air as they tried to reach for me. I looked around for an escape route and settled for one of the windows that were a foot above my height. I grabbed a piece of wood and threw it at one of the windows, shattering it. As I moved some more display cases to provide a foothold, I saw Dan finally coming out of his faint.

"It's about time, Dan!" Winston told the skeleton as I placed the last of the display cases in front of the barricade to bide us some more time.

Dan rubbed his skull, trying to figure out what happened no doubt, when I called out to him and Winston.

"As much as I'd love to attend this family reunion, we've only got a few minutes before that door gets broken down and we'll all be zombie chow."

Seeing the beating door, Dan and Winston didn't argue as I climbed up the display cases and climbed out the window. I landed on my feet in the garden outside the museum while Dan landed on his bony butt and Winston phased through the wall. It was then we saw the chaos that was happening outside the museum.

Even though it was only 9:30 in the morning, it was night outside. Zombies roamed the streets, terrorizing the people of London, while demons worked on destroying nearly everything. What was Zane thinking when he made this mess? I had to figure out where to find a safe haven so Winston and I could explain what's up to my great-times-twelve grandfather and figure out a plan of action. It was a good thing that I lived in London and that I remembered that I have a personal hideout in the city.

Looking to Dan and Winston, I urged them to follow.

"Come on! I know a place where we can call a safehouse."

I knew of the place and it had a working phone I could call my grandmother and warn her about what's been happening in London. Of course, I could send Winston, but I needed some back up when I would talk to my ancestor.

The zombies didn't make things easier. I was glad I took a scimitar with me as I hacked away at the undead hordes, Dan doing the same with his longsword. At least the zombies proved to be a great distraction to the whole of London; people either panicked and ran like decapitated chickens or got out their guns and began to shoot down the undead corpses.

I then spotted the first vehicle that was the closest was a dark grey van across the street.

"Over there!"

As I dashed to the van, I smashed the window and unlocked the van door. I unlocked the back of the van and got in the driver's seat. But as I was about to reach into my messenger bag to pull out a paper clip to use in the ignition, I noticed something sitting on the passenger's seat. It was a chalice of pure gold. But that wasn't the weird thing. There was a plum vapor emitting from the empty cup and a strange, spiritual feeling with it. That must've been the reason why I felt that the chalice was important enough that I stored it in my bag as I started the van.

I waited until Dan managed to get into the back of the two-seat van and pulled the doors behind him to a close. With that, I shifted to Drive.

"You better hold on to something, Dan. This is going to get bumpy."

Dan didn't get a chance to respond as I stepped on the gas and mowed down some zombies. My poor ancestor didn't even get the time to grab onto the back of the seat when he started to bounce around, hitting the sides and roof of the van. I would've slowed down had our lives were not in danger. Well…Dan's unlife and my status as single.

I did make sure to avoid living pedestrians as I drove. The last thing I want was more guilt and for Zane to have more zombies for his legions. Everyone in town was either in full-blown panic or was trying to beat back the zombies. Some were successful; others were forced to run away with the rest of the populace. Had I not been paying attention to what was going on outside the van, I would've noticed that the smoke from the chalice was getting thicker and thicker with every zombie kill.

And zombies weren't my only problem. Across town, the power line wires were cut and live wires were sparking on the ground. But as I passed them, they took a life to their own and started to lunge at my tires. I looked in the side mirrors and saw that the wires were alive like snakes. Some were even trying to slither after me, but were kept back because of the poles. No doubt this was Zane's doing in trying to get me captured. Thankfully, my hideaway didn't have any lines in the area.

After an hour of zombie road-kill and avoiding living live telephone wires, we've finally made it.

It was an abandoned pub that had a history of underground activity during WWII, possibly before. The exterior of the pub was run-down and in disrepair. But the inside was different. After parking the van in a leaning shed behind the building, I ran to the back and opened the doors to find that during the ride, Dan was literally shaken apart and is bones were everywhere.

"Sorry about that. We were in a rush."

I gathered Dan's pieces and assembled enough of him for him to repair himself while I closed off the shed a bit in order to hide the van. Once those were done, I led Dan and Winston into the pub using the back door I keep unlocked.

The inside of the pub was cleaner than the outside. I made some repairs in the past and made it my little hideaway. There was an old bed near the northern window of the pub and another behind the bar. The furniture was repaired and I had been debating on decoration, since what was here left with the owners years ago. Under the bed behind the bar was the trap door that led to a series of catacombs that were used by soldiers during WWII as a bunker. I had little idea what the pub was before then, but I could tell the catacombs were defiantly MUCH older than the building.

As the three of us got settled, we found that the only sound that was being made was the wind making the building creak. Neither Dan nor I had a clue on what to say to each other. The guy fainted when he found out I was his distant granddaughter for crying out loud. And even I could see that this was awkward for him.

Unfortunately, what broke the silence was Winston's poor attempt to make a joke.

"Uhh…so. Why couldn't the skeleton cross the road? Because he didn't have any guts."

The two of us gave him looks. Dan's was in a pouting sort of look while I shook my head in disapproval.

"Nice, Winston. Real nice."

"Sorry. I-I'll just…go and…keep watch." He apologized as he headed up to the top floor.

After another moment of awkward silence before my ancestor finally spoke.

"So, uh…You are my *gulp*12th generation granddaughter."

I nodded and answered a mental question I knew he wanted to ask but couldn't get out.

"Yeah. Barmaid. The night before the Battle of Gallowmere."

I watched him scratch his skull, trying to bring forth old memories, and folded my arms as he found the memory and pinched his non-existent nose-bridge as he knew who I was talking about. I continued to speak.

"You had a son. Then he had a son. And so forth. I am the first and only blood-born Fortesque daughter."

There was another moment of silence that was broken when Dan noticed something.

"Danielle. Y-you're glowing."

I looked at myself and I did see that I had a purple hue coming from my messenger bag. I opened it and I saw that it was the chalice. I pulled it out and showed my ancestor. His eye sockets widened as he saw the chalice.

"Where did you get that?"

"From the van. Why? What is it?"

But Dan didn't get to answer my question, 'cause as soon as he touched the chalice, vertigo overtook me and I blacked out.


Once the feeling of vertigo subsided and I regained consciousness, I was blown away at what I saw. It looked like an ancient Greek palace surrounded by clouds of different sizes, shapes and colors. I couldn't help but gape at this wondrous sight.

As I took in the pearl-colored floor, I felt someone nudge my shoulder. I looked to my left and I spotted Dan standing there with a confused look on his face as if he didn't expect to see me there.

"Danielle? What are you doing here? How are you here?"

I couldn't help but be confused as well.

"What do you mean how am I here? I just held that chalice and here I am. Are you saying I'm not supposed to be here?"

My ancestor nodded.

"Danielle, do you know what this place is?" he asked.

I shook my head as he answered.

"This is the Hall of Heroes. It is a place where the most honored heroes in history spend their afterlives. The only way you could possibly be here is for you to be dead and a hero at the same time, which you are neither."

He then looked to the Hall.

"I don't know how you are here with me, but I may have an idea of who might know."

He then started walking toward a very large dining area with large white pillars that seemed to go on forever as I still stood frozen in my place. The surrealism of this place was incredible; it was as if I was granted passage into heaven without having to die.

"Danielle, come on." Dan called, snapping me out of my stupor.

I ran to catch up with my great x12 grandfather, my shoes clicking against the glass floor with every step I took.

As we walked into the large beautiful space, I noticed several statues varying in size, posture and desired weapon, probably representing heroes of the past. As I took in the sights surrounding me, the sound of Dan talking to someone caught my attention.

Instead of seeing another statue, Danny was surprised to see a young man dressed in Robin Hood-esque clothing holding a crossbow.

"Captain Fortesque! So this is why you took so long to return. I always knew you were hiding something but this takes the cake." The man spoke.

Confusion my ancestor and I wore on our faces that I couldn't help but ask the man, since he was gesturing toward me.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

My question caused the man to become sheepish before regaining his composure.

"Oh where are my manners? I am Canny Tim, the archer who killed Zarok's champion that the Battle of Gallowmere eight centuries ago at some thee hundred yards."

I had to admit, that was impressive. Remembering where I was, I had to remember my manners and introduced myself.

"Uhh…Nice to meet you Tim. I'm Danielle Fortesque. Sir Dan and I were hoping you could tell us how I got here."

Tim almost fell off his pedestal in shock as he made the connection between me and Dan. He then turned to my ancestor.

"Captain, I've known you for centuries and not once have you mentioned you had any children."

Dan shrugged.

"I didn't even know until recently. Now, do you know how she managed to get here? She isn't even dead."

Tim thought about this for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders.

"I have no idea sir, but perhaps it will be revealed in time. Until then, Lady Fortesque, please take this crossbow. I'm sure you will have more use for it than I."

He then handed me the wooden crossbow he was holding in his hands.

As I took it, I raised it up and pointed it away to make sure the sight was accurate before thanking the legendary archer. Dan then looked to Tim again in surprise.

"What are you doing giving her your crossbow Tim?"

But Tim began changing back into stone as he gave his answer.

"I'm merely preparing her for taking on the Fortesque heritage, Captain. Now go on. Your quest won't wait for you forever. The Grim Reaper will send you on your way."

As Tim turned to stone, Dan and I found ourselves drifting back to the mortal realm.


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