A/N: Whoot...chapter two...
Still need to rid self of Writer's Block.
Still need to figure out why people think Coco is a slut.
Still need to keep the Crash section alive...
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Disclaimer: See Chapter One for Details
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A Feudal Fairy Tale
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Coco peered into the cave. Darkness as far as the eye can see. She stepped cautiously into the mouth. Soft breathing could be heard.
It must be asleep. Coco thought. Otherwise, it would've killed me by now. I'm probably going to die anyway...burned by a dragon's breath, or burned tied to a wooden stake in the middle of a bonfire in the middle of a village. Sarcasm began to take over her mind. I'm so glad I decided to burn without a whole town of people obsessed with burning witches watching me. At least I'll be useful and feed the creature.
As she advanced ever so slowly, the breathing became louder and louder. Coco's first instinct was to turn back immediately, but that was no good because she didn't know the way back...even if she did, that wouldn't be very good either. She told herself to "be brave...yeah right" and continued on.
Feeling around on the ground, her fingers locked over a stone and she picked it up. Knowing it was a blind chance, and doing so would probably get her killed, she hurled it into the darkness, figuring if she was going to lose her life, she might as well get it over with.
"OW!"
"Ow"?" Coco mumbled. She was expecting a bloodcurdling roar or something along those lines. "Dragons don't talk...do they?" Immediately, she stepped to the side as the rock came wizzing back at her.
"What gives thou the right to invade the homes of others!?" An angry voice called out from the darkness. "Moreover, what gives thou the right to throw rocks at mine head!?"
"Umm..." Coco studdered nervously. For some reason, the voice seemed oddly familiar.
"Ye be nothing but a mere child. And a female at that. Be this the villagers' idea of a joke!?" Silence. "They mock me, do they?"
"There's nothing wrong with being a girl!" Coco protested. "And no, the villagers are not mocking you."
"So they send ye to feed me?" The voice inqured, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Pity. I be not eatin' bandicoots. Too much fur they be havin'. Go back to thy village and tell them to send a boar next time."
"Wait, wait, wait." Coco frowned. "You don't want to eat me, so you just let me go, just like that. Well, listen here, mister dragon, I'm not delivering any messages for you. It's not like the villagers are going to send you some stupid pig. I was expeceting you to attack me and at the very least, TRY to kill me. What kind of dragon are you!?"
"..."
"Hmph. You're pathetic." Coco scoffed, leaning against a wall of the cave. "Let me ask you again. What kind of dragon are you?"
"...You be not the kind I be expecting."
"Then what were you expecting?" Coco asked.
"I be expecting noble knights, clad in armor atop their noble steeds swinging swords."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but...HEY! DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT! WHAT KIND OF DRAGON ARE YOU!?"
The voice sighed. "I be not a dragon."
"Then what are you!?" Coco tapped her foot, impatient with the reluctant "dragon".
"It be easier to show you. Step outside."
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Coco marched out of the cave and waited for the...whatever he was to come out.
A snout was first. Tan in color. So far, he did look like a dragon. But all that changed when the figure's full form was out in the sunlight.
"DINGODILE!?" Coco gasped. "YOU'RE THE DRAGON!?"
Dingodile tilted his head. "Ye be a witch?"
"NO!" Coco shouted, waving her arms about. "WOULD EVERYONE STOP ASKING ME THAT!?"
"My apologies." Dingodile tilted his head the other way. "How doest thou know mine name?"
"Too hard to explain." Coco sighed. "So, why does everyone think you're a dragon?"
Now it was Dingodile's turn to sigh. "Ye be the first one to hear mine story."
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A long time ago, (Dingodile began) when I be nothin' but a little whelp seven years of age, I be a notorious thief. There be not anything impossible for me to steal. There be not anyone swift enough to catch me. There be not anyone with a mind more crafty and clever as mine. There be no place I cannot hide.
Those be the good days, when rewards up to twenty gems be offered for mine capture. Doest thou know what twenty gems be worth? They be worth enoug for any peasant to become a noble! Equal to ten thousand gold coins that was. Gems back then be worth five hundred gold pieces. I be not knowin' how much they be worth now.
But one day, at the ripe age of thirteen years, I be makin' the mistake of tryin' to ransack the king's treasury. Almost got away with it, I did, but them castle guards be more alert than a pack of wild dingoes. Caught me by the tail they did. The king be away from the castle, so they be draggin' me to the prince, Crash, heir to the throne.
The lad be only seven at the time, but he be wiser and kinder than all the monarchs and monarchs-to-be put together.
What a sad sight I be, standin' in the middle of the village square in front of the village. There be not one I saw whom I be not robbin' some time in the past. The young saint gave me the lightest punishment possible for tryin' to pilfer from the royal treasury- Exile.
Dropped out here I was...mine story seemed to be popular among the folks. But just like rumors, it be altered and tweaked, until it suddenly became a story about a dragon in the forest. I be not knowin' how a tale about a foolish thief became the legend of a fierce dragon, but not one person be comin' to slay, or even see me 'til ye, lassie. Them folks too afraid to come themselves.
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Dingodile chucked, satisfied that finally, someone knew his story. "What be thy name, lass?"
"Coco." Coco answered. "My name's Coco."
"That be a nice name." Dingodile complimented. "Now, ye have no more business here, so off thy way thee should be goin'...just be not tellin' the villagers that the "dragon" be nothin' more than a retired thief. They be after mine head if so."
"I don't know the way back." Coco admitted, looking down at her shoes. "It took a long time to get here, about two hours, and I'm not sure which way to go."
"...Two hours...?" Dingodile repeated. "It be not far." He pointed an ebony-colored claw west. "Walk straight in this direction and ye should be back at the village in ten minutes."
Coco didn't believe it. Ripper Roo had taken her the long, indirect way which added an extra one hundred ten minutes to the journey, and all she had to do was walk STRAIGHT for TEN MINUTES!? Well, the half-breed COULD be trying to joke her around...
"Would you mind coming with me?" Coco asked, knowing that Dingodile would refuse if it was a trick.
"...If ye insists." Dingodile replied, after a moment's hesitation. "But I only be allowed to go to the borders of the town, I be never allowed back in."
"I don't want you to go in. I just want you to lead me there, because I have...um..." Coco struggled to find an answer. "...um...no sense of direction."
"..." Giving her a suspicious look, Dingodile began to lead the way back to the village.
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End of Chapter Two
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A/N: I know it's pointless and all, (And everyone's going to hate me for writing a fic where Coco doesn't get bashed) but this is just a wierd thing to remove writer's block. I assure you all, the best way to get rid of Writer's Block is to WRITE!
Still need to rid self of Writer's Block.
Still need to figure out why people think Coco is a slut.
Still need to keep the Crash section alive...
~*~
Disclaimer: See Chapter One for Details
~*~
A Feudal Fairy Tale
~*~
Coco peered into the cave. Darkness as far as the eye can see. She stepped cautiously into the mouth. Soft breathing could be heard.
It must be asleep. Coco thought. Otherwise, it would've killed me by now. I'm probably going to die anyway...burned by a dragon's breath, or burned tied to a wooden stake in the middle of a bonfire in the middle of a village. Sarcasm began to take over her mind. I'm so glad I decided to burn without a whole town of people obsessed with burning witches watching me. At least I'll be useful and feed the creature.
As she advanced ever so slowly, the breathing became louder and louder. Coco's first instinct was to turn back immediately, but that was no good because she didn't know the way back...even if she did, that wouldn't be very good either. She told herself to "be brave...yeah right" and continued on.
Feeling around on the ground, her fingers locked over a stone and she picked it up. Knowing it was a blind chance, and doing so would probably get her killed, she hurled it into the darkness, figuring if she was going to lose her life, she might as well get it over with.
"OW!"
"Ow"?" Coco mumbled. She was expecting a bloodcurdling roar or something along those lines. "Dragons don't talk...do they?" Immediately, she stepped to the side as the rock came wizzing back at her.
"What gives thou the right to invade the homes of others!?" An angry voice called out from the darkness. "Moreover, what gives thou the right to throw rocks at mine head!?"
"Umm..." Coco studdered nervously. For some reason, the voice seemed oddly familiar.
"Ye be nothing but a mere child. And a female at that. Be this the villagers' idea of a joke!?" Silence. "They mock me, do they?"
"There's nothing wrong with being a girl!" Coco protested. "And no, the villagers are not mocking you."
"So they send ye to feed me?" The voice inqured, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Pity. I be not eatin' bandicoots. Too much fur they be havin'. Go back to thy village and tell them to send a boar next time."
"Wait, wait, wait." Coco frowned. "You don't want to eat me, so you just let me go, just like that. Well, listen here, mister dragon, I'm not delivering any messages for you. It's not like the villagers are going to send you some stupid pig. I was expeceting you to attack me and at the very least, TRY to kill me. What kind of dragon are you!?"
"..."
"Hmph. You're pathetic." Coco scoffed, leaning against a wall of the cave. "Let me ask you again. What kind of dragon are you?"
"...You be not the kind I be expecting."
"Then what were you expecting?" Coco asked.
"I be expecting noble knights, clad in armor atop their noble steeds swinging swords."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but...HEY! DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT! WHAT KIND OF DRAGON ARE YOU!?"
The voice sighed. "I be not a dragon."
"Then what are you!?" Coco tapped her foot, impatient with the reluctant "dragon".
"It be easier to show you. Step outside."
~*~
Coco marched out of the cave and waited for the...whatever he was to come out.
A snout was first. Tan in color. So far, he did look like a dragon. But all that changed when the figure's full form was out in the sunlight.
"DINGODILE!?" Coco gasped. "YOU'RE THE DRAGON!?"
Dingodile tilted his head. "Ye be a witch?"
"NO!" Coco shouted, waving her arms about. "WOULD EVERYONE STOP ASKING ME THAT!?"
"My apologies." Dingodile tilted his head the other way. "How doest thou know mine name?"
"Too hard to explain." Coco sighed. "So, why does everyone think you're a dragon?"
Now it was Dingodile's turn to sigh. "Ye be the first one to hear mine story."
~*~
A long time ago, (Dingodile began) when I be nothin' but a little whelp seven years of age, I be a notorious thief. There be not anything impossible for me to steal. There be not anyone swift enough to catch me. There be not anyone with a mind more crafty and clever as mine. There be no place I cannot hide.
Those be the good days, when rewards up to twenty gems be offered for mine capture. Doest thou know what twenty gems be worth? They be worth enoug for any peasant to become a noble! Equal to ten thousand gold coins that was. Gems back then be worth five hundred gold pieces. I be not knowin' how much they be worth now.
But one day, at the ripe age of thirteen years, I be makin' the mistake of tryin' to ransack the king's treasury. Almost got away with it, I did, but them castle guards be more alert than a pack of wild dingoes. Caught me by the tail they did. The king be away from the castle, so they be draggin' me to the prince, Crash, heir to the throne.
The lad be only seven at the time, but he be wiser and kinder than all the monarchs and monarchs-to-be put together.
What a sad sight I be, standin' in the middle of the village square in front of the village. There be not one I saw whom I be not robbin' some time in the past. The young saint gave me the lightest punishment possible for tryin' to pilfer from the royal treasury- Exile.
Dropped out here I was...mine story seemed to be popular among the folks. But just like rumors, it be altered and tweaked, until it suddenly became a story about a dragon in the forest. I be not knowin' how a tale about a foolish thief became the legend of a fierce dragon, but not one person be comin' to slay, or even see me 'til ye, lassie. Them folks too afraid to come themselves.
~*~
Dingodile chucked, satisfied that finally, someone knew his story. "What be thy name, lass?"
"Coco." Coco answered. "My name's Coco."
"That be a nice name." Dingodile complimented. "Now, ye have no more business here, so off thy way thee should be goin'...just be not tellin' the villagers that the "dragon" be nothin' more than a retired thief. They be after mine head if so."
"I don't know the way back." Coco admitted, looking down at her shoes. "It took a long time to get here, about two hours, and I'm not sure which way to go."
"...Two hours...?" Dingodile repeated. "It be not far." He pointed an ebony-colored claw west. "Walk straight in this direction and ye should be back at the village in ten minutes."
Coco didn't believe it. Ripper Roo had taken her the long, indirect way which added an extra one hundred ten minutes to the journey, and all she had to do was walk STRAIGHT for TEN MINUTES!? Well, the half-breed COULD be trying to joke her around...
"Would you mind coming with me?" Coco asked, knowing that Dingodile would refuse if it was a trick.
"...If ye insists." Dingodile replied, after a moment's hesitation. "But I only be allowed to go to the borders of the town, I be never allowed back in."
"I don't want you to go in. I just want you to lead me there, because I have...um..." Coco struggled to find an answer. "...um...no sense of direction."
"..." Giving her a suspicious look, Dingodile began to lead the way back to the village.
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End of Chapter Two
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A/N: I know it's pointless and all, (And everyone's going to hate me for writing a fic where Coco doesn't get bashed) but this is just a wierd thing to remove writer's block. I assure you all, the best way to get rid of Writer's Block is to WRITE!