Who...sucks sucks sucks? Me! And all you hear is radio Gaga...radio googoo... ok, recent Queen addiction.
So, after a month of no updating, guess what? The chapter is only a half a chapter! And it is horribly written!
Now off to read "20 things you didn't know about sausage"
Alfred limped over to the clearing where he'd seen the light flash, and was surprised by what he saw.
In the middle of the clearing, there was a mass of cloth, a dark green sheet of fabric in a lump, and nearby, a brown bag. Where did those come from?
He stood there for a couple of moments, wondering if he should go over and check out exactly what was lying in his clearing, and try to figure out where it had come from and if it would be any use to him. But what if it was some sort of trap?
Eventually, he let his curiosity get the better of himself, and he snuck slowly into the green patch, limping quietly around the pile that didn't move in the least. Who would drop a trap in the middle of nowhere, right? He walked sloppy circles around it, getting closer and closer as he saw no movement. He smelled a heavy scent of human, he realized, and of tea and…the smell of grass after rain. After a couple minutes, he abandoned his cautious plan, and nosed the pile.
The bag toppled over, and all sorts of objects tumbled out. Books, bottles, cloth, powders, and…some wrapped up food. He raced over and tore at the cloth encompassing the food, for once ignoring that the fact that what he was doing wasn't very honest, stealing from someone unknown. Heroes had to eat too, and he didn't see anyone coming to claim it. Plus, he was starving. One has to make sacrifices every once and awhile. A moral code is only as steady as the environment around it.
He gorged on the meats he found, some beef, a bit of deer, a couple rabbits. This was a bundle that was supposed to last for quite sometime, but Alfred now had the appetite of, well, a lion. He finished off the raw meat, and after passing over the rest of the bundle, full of fruits and nuts, he pawed at the turned over bag, trying to see if there was anything else to be had.
In his scramble for food, he didn't notice the lump under the dark green sheet began to move, groaning quietly, as if in pain, and throwing off the cloth that was in fact, a dark green magician's cape.
Arthur looked up to see a huge, hulking creature hunched over his belongings, and internally panicked. He was weak from propelling himself so far from the land of Acirema, but he felt the magic returning into his fingers, coiling its way up his arms. If he could stay unnoticed by this beast for a couple more minutes, Arthur could use his magic to fight him off. He certainly couldn't transport himself away from this beast, and his stuff now lay strewn over the ground, all his worldly possessions.
Anger boiled up inside of him at the sight of his life's possessions strewn and trampled, and he felt the magic speedily return as his blood pressure shot up.
As he lifted his hand, the magic charging into a furious ball of blue electricity, the beast stopped pushing around and tilted his head up. Arthur began to chant quietly for a few seconds, and as he gathered strength, he cried out and shot a bolt of lightning directly at the beast, who now had turned, and he caught sight of blue eyes.
The bolt hit with a blast of smoke, accompanied by a loud roar, but as the smoke cleared, Arthur found himself staring at an empty clearing.
"That should have taken care of that monster! I couldn't have missed this close!"
Monster? I'm no monster, you son of a….
"Who are you? Where are you? I can hear you!" Arthur looked around, trying to pinpoint the grumbling voice, finally spotting a pair of blue eyes in the dark undergrowth.
Um, no, you can't! But that was so cool! I just roared, and whatever the hell that weirdo shot at me went poof!
"What do you mean it went "poof"? Lightning, it can't do that…you couldn't possibly have blocked that!"
Oh shiiiiiii….! He can hear my thoughts! Think of something else….Rabbits…uh, rabbit, rabbit rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit….mmmm, rabbit….
"Godammit, what the hell are you…wait…thoughts?" Arthur then realized he was having a conversation…with a disembodied voice…in his head. Sure, that was how the fairies spoke to him…could it be, that that thing, was a magical creature? Was that how it stopped his magic? Or was it simply a beast…could it be the beast man?
Rabbit…tasty delicious, rabbit! Oh if only I could go out and hunt them! God, never thought this would be what was running through my head! Rab—
"Show yourself!" Arthur was getting annoyed with this conversation, feeling his IQ drop by the minute. Time to get this over with.
Why would I show myself? You shot at me!
"I won't this time, it obviously would be a waste of time on my part, seeing as you blocked it. I have to save up my energy." Git. He added the silent part, but heard nothing but a confusing mix of noises from the voice.
Fine, but only…only if you won't attack me or try to hurt me.
"Yes, yes, now come on, I don't have all day!" Arthur watched as those eyes from the bushes, which seemed to be glowing slowly got closer, and Arthur watched as a large blond creature with a dark mane stepped out from the bushes. The mane was patchy at best, the body somewhat adolescent, but the eyes were what captivated him.
The glowing blue eyes, which, yes, were a bit captivating, but also intelligent. They didn't appear as a cat's would look, being deeper, rounder, almost like his own, human eyes. But this creature, one he'd heard lived very far away, was obviously a "big cat" as they called them; a lion, to be more specific, and not a beast man. Just a magical lion who just happened to be here when he transported himself away from that freaky Francis bastard. Wait…but those were simply legends. Magical animal guardians were only from the myths of old…supernatural beings with curious features, all with the shape of an animal, and with magical capabilities who appeared to magician in his time of need, who had the intelligence of a human…
He brooded for moment, trying to remember the myths he'd dismissed all those years ago. The lion just watched, silent for once in his life.
He backed up, and looked at the lion, wondering what to do now. "So, are you a guardian? An animal guardian from the land of the magicians, here to help me on my quest?" God, that sounded cheesy, like those fantasy books he'd read in the great library at the academy.
You are heading to the land of magicians? Alfred couldn't believe his luck! A magician who could help him get to the land of the magicians! But magical guardian? Pfft…. Wait, this dude might not let him come along if he found out that Alfred was just a human cursed…wait, could he hear all his thoughts? No, the scrawny man just stood there, his expression excited. Alfred had to admit, he was cute…no. No, just no! Oh, come on, after all this time, that is why those girls weren't interesting? Shit, how am I supposed to explain…
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Arthur's face turned into a frown, his hands on his head, trying to block out the annoyingly loud thoughts that had just invaded his mind.
Alfred simply watched. Apparently, Alfred had become distracted with the confusing thought that he, the prince of Acirema, found a guy cuter than all the girls at court, that he'd let his mind relax, and THAT was what this dude heard. At least he knew how to guard himself.
He pulled himself to his full height, and looked at the green cloaked man.
Yes, I AM a magical lion, sent to accompany you to the land of the magicians! Roar!
Arthur cringed at the loud voice in his head. Yes, he was excited to have a guardian in his mix, but this was the strangest magical creature he'd ever befriended. And the most annoying.
Yep, hate this half chapter.
Fun Fact: Hot Dogs cause 17% of food-related choking in children under 10.
Yes, I really did read "20 things you didn't know about sausage" and now there are 20 things I DIDN'T want to know about sausage.