Scott and Bedevire safely reached the far side of the Bridge of Death, and
found themselves standing in an empty, hilly, foggy countryside, much like
the one Scott had found himself in when he first arrived in the Python
Dimension.
Scott looked around, trying to find Lancelot, but saw no trace of the knight.
"Lancelot!" he called. "Lancelot!"
The only answer was the blowing wind. Lancelot was nowhere to be found.
They walked on through the gloomy landscape, until they came to the edge of a fog-covered lake. In the center of the lake, they saw a castle, seemingly resting on the water's edge.
"Look at that, my liege!" Bedevire gasped and pointed at the lake. Out of the fog, an empty Viking longship emerged and landed on the beach. Scott could see no sign of rowers or helmsman.
"Be careful," Scott said as he and Bedevire boarded the ship. "It could be a trap,"
Once Scott and Bedevire were on board, the ship pushed off from the beach and floated across the water on its own power. Scott wondered how this miracle was happening. "This can't be possible," he said.
"Strange things must abound in this place," Bedevire said. "Have faith, my liege,"
As the boat drifted across the water, Scott and Bedevire heard ethereal voices singing around them. Scott could sense spirits floating through the mists, guiding their way. Suddenly, the mists dissolved and the island with the castle appeared before them, rising out of the water like a submarine. The boat landed on the island's shore and Scott and Bedevire stepped out onto dry land.
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As Scott looked up at the castle, he was struck by a sense of completion. Somehow, he knew that this was what he was looking for.
"The Castle Aaaaggghhh!" he exclaimed. "Thank god! Our quest is at an end!"
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In the fortress, Xavier and Magneto breathed a vast sigh of relief as Scott and Bedevire arrived at the Castle Aaaaggghhh.
"Thank god this is almost over with," Xavier said. Then he looked at the screen and saw somebody he vaguely recognized. "Say, doesn't that one guard look a little familiar?" he asked.
"No, it couldn't be," Magneto said, looking closer. "Oh no. It is!" he groaned as he recognized the guard in question. "He's going to ruin everything!"
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Scott was so awestruck by the castle's presence that he knelt down and for the first time in his life, began to pray.
"O almighty God," he said. "We thank thee that thou hast safely guided us to the most holy,"
Scott's prayer was interrupted by a loud TWONG! from above. He looked up to see a large pig hurtling towards him. Scott rolled out of the way as the pig crashed down to the ground.
"Jesus Christ!" he shouted, and looked up to see a familiar face leering down at him from the roof of the castle.
"Allo, daffy Eeenglish ka-niggets and Monsieur Arthur king who has the brain of a duck, you know?" Pietro said. "So, we French fellows outwit you a second time-a!"
Scott was instantly furious. "How dare you profane this place with your presence!" he shouted up at Pietro. How dare he even show his face here after everything that Scott had been through and all the people he had lost along the way. "I command you, in the name of the Knights of Camelot, to open the doors of this sacred castle, to which God himself has guided us!" Well, maybe not God, Scott thought. But there was definitely some presence that had brought them this far.
Pietro was unmoved. "How you Eeenglish say 'I', one more time, I'll unclog my nose in your direction, sons of a window-dresser. So, you think you could out-clever us French folk with your silly knees-bent, running about advancing behavior!" he taunted. "I wave my private parts at your aunties, you cheesy lot of second-hand electric donkey-bottom wipers!"
Scott was stung by the ferocious taunting. "In the name of the Lord, we demand entrance to this sacred castle!" he shouted.
"No chance, Eeenglish bed-wetting types!" Pietro retorted. "I burst my pimples at you and call your door-opening request a silly thing, you tiny- brained wipers of other people's bottoms!"
"If you do not open this door, we shall take this castle by force!" Scott said.
Pietro grabbed a bucket of filthy rainwater and tipped it out on Scott's head. Filth rained down on Scott.
"Aah! In the name of God, stop it!" Scott shouted, trying to cover his head as Pietro dumped a second bucket on top of him. Scott wanted so badly to break down the door of the castle and rush in, sword swinging, but he knew he was vastly outnumbered. Begrudgingly, he admitted defeat and walked away from the castle.
"Yes, depart a lot this time, and cut the approaching any more, or we'll fire arrows at the tops of your heads and make castanets out of your testicles already!" Pietro taunted. "And now, remain gone, you illegitimate- faced bugger-folk. And if you think you got a nasty taunting this time, you ain't heard nothing yet, dappy Eeenglish Ka-niggggetttss!"
Scott started to sob at this ultimate taunt. They had come so close, only to be foiled by Pietro.
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"That miserable cur!" Magneto raged as he watched Scott retreat from the castle.
"Now, now, Eric, he is your son, after all," Xavier said.
"I wasn't talking about him!" Magneto said. "How can Summers just give up now? I thought you trained him better than that!"
Xavier glared at Magneto, but admitted to himself that Scott was giving up a little too easily. "This isn't over yet," he said, and tried to communicate with Scott again.
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Scott sat on the beach of the island, glumly holding his head in his hands. Bedevire was trying to console him, but it was doing no good.
"Look on the bright side, my liege," she said. "We did make it this far. Surely that will count for something in the history books,"
"That's not the point!" Scott said. "Pietro's going to get the Grail and we're going to be stuck here forever! Oh, what's the point of it all?!" he wailed in despair.
Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder above their heads. Scott and Bedevire looked up to see Xavier's face appear in the clouds overhead. He looked furious.
"Professor, I'm sorry!" Scott cried. "We tried our best, but we just couldn't do it!"
"Stop sniveling!" Xavier shouted. "Do you want to get home or not?"
"Of course I do!" Scott said. "But we've lost so much, and there's just too many of them!"
"Scott, you're an X-Man, albeit a flimsy excuse for one at the moment," Xavier said. "I say you CAN win the day. Now, onward! Attack!"
"How are we going to do it, Professor? We'd need an army to get into that place," Scott said.
"Are you questioning your god?!" Xavier thundered.
"No, sir!" Scott said, falling to his knees in terror. "Please, don't smite me!"
"Behold, here is your army!" Xavier said. Out of the mists, several ships appeared, each laden with scores of knights in full armor.
"And one last thing, to aid you on your quest," Xavier said.
Scott saw Bedevire shake her head, trying to recover from a dizzy spell.
"Scott?" Jean asked. "What's going on? Where are we?"
"Jean!" Scott exclaimed. "You're back! Look, I promise I'll explain later. Right now, we have a job to do,"
"Now, go forth and kick ass!" Xavier ordered and disappeared.
"Yes, Lord!" Scott said. He looked at his army, and then back at the Castle of Aaaaggghhh. "Right, that settles it!" he said, drawing Excalibur from its sheath. The sword's steel sang in the air. "Charge!"
The army behind Scott roared, and rushed towards the castle. On the way, they ran into a gray police wagon that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Before the policemen inside could get out, several knights slashed the tires of the van, flipped it over, and set it ablaze, not letting anything stand in their way.
Scott and Jean lead the charge to the castle, dodging a rain of arrows and stones from above. Scott kicked open the door of the castle and the knights rushed inside. They overwhelmed the few French guards in the main hall and headed upstairs to the keep.
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Scott and Jean burst into the keep just in time. He saw Pietro holding the Holy Grail in his hands, about to drink from it.
"Amazing, isn't it, Summers?" Pietro asked Scott.
"You've got your memory back!" Scott said.
"Yes, I do!" Pietro said. "Holding this Grail, it's bringing everything back. And I see a choice before me. I can wish for anything I want, and I know exactly what I'm going to wish for! I'm going home, Summers, and I'm leaving you here for the rest of your lives!" he said triumphantly, and raised the Grail to his lips.
Scott realized that he was too far away to stop Pietro from drinking from the Grail. "Professor, if you're still there, I could really use a miracle right now," he prayed.
Scott heard Xavier's voice in his head. "Ask, and you shall receive," he said, as Scott felt a familiar tingling sensation behind his eyeballs.
"You chose poorly, Pietro!" Scott shouted, and shot an optic blast at the silver-haired mutant. The blast struck Pietro in the chest and sent him flying out the window, where he landed in the lake. The Holy Grail clattered to the floor, spilling its contents on the floor.
Scott picked up the Grail and saw it glow brightly in his hands. "Time to go home!" he said, walking over to a small fountain and dipping the Grail in, filling it with water.
"Scott, wait!" Jean said. "This dimension is pure chaos. We have to word our wish exactly as we want it, or all sorts of things could happen,"
"You're right," Scott said, and tried to figure out exactly how they should get home. He knew that one wrong word could possibly send them to an even stranger dimension than this one.
He thought hard, and then realized what he needed to wish for.
"I've got it," he said, and raised the Grail to his lips. "I wish we could have stopped Magneto from sending us to this horrible place!" he said, and with that, he tipped the Grail up and swallowed its contents in one gulp.
The room instantly grew dark and the vortex that had sent them to this dimension appeared above them and sucked them inside.
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Scott looked around, trying to find Lancelot, but saw no trace of the knight.
"Lancelot!" he called. "Lancelot!"
The only answer was the blowing wind. Lancelot was nowhere to be found.
They walked on through the gloomy landscape, until they came to the edge of a fog-covered lake. In the center of the lake, they saw a castle, seemingly resting on the water's edge.
"Look at that, my liege!" Bedevire gasped and pointed at the lake. Out of the fog, an empty Viking longship emerged and landed on the beach. Scott could see no sign of rowers or helmsman.
"Be careful," Scott said as he and Bedevire boarded the ship. "It could be a trap,"
Once Scott and Bedevire were on board, the ship pushed off from the beach and floated across the water on its own power. Scott wondered how this miracle was happening. "This can't be possible," he said.
"Strange things must abound in this place," Bedevire said. "Have faith, my liege,"
As the boat drifted across the water, Scott and Bedevire heard ethereal voices singing around them. Scott could sense spirits floating through the mists, guiding their way. Suddenly, the mists dissolved and the island with the castle appeared before them, rising out of the water like a submarine. The boat landed on the island's shore and Scott and Bedevire stepped out onto dry land.
X
As Scott looked up at the castle, he was struck by a sense of completion. Somehow, he knew that this was what he was looking for.
"The Castle Aaaaggghhh!" he exclaimed. "Thank god! Our quest is at an end!"
X
In the fortress, Xavier and Magneto breathed a vast sigh of relief as Scott and Bedevire arrived at the Castle Aaaaggghhh.
"Thank god this is almost over with," Xavier said. Then he looked at the screen and saw somebody he vaguely recognized. "Say, doesn't that one guard look a little familiar?" he asked.
"No, it couldn't be," Magneto said, looking closer. "Oh no. It is!" he groaned as he recognized the guard in question. "He's going to ruin everything!"
X
Scott was so awestruck by the castle's presence that he knelt down and for the first time in his life, began to pray.
"O almighty God," he said. "We thank thee that thou hast safely guided us to the most holy,"
Scott's prayer was interrupted by a loud TWONG! from above. He looked up to see a large pig hurtling towards him. Scott rolled out of the way as the pig crashed down to the ground.
"Jesus Christ!" he shouted, and looked up to see a familiar face leering down at him from the roof of the castle.
"Allo, daffy Eeenglish ka-niggets and Monsieur Arthur king who has the brain of a duck, you know?" Pietro said. "So, we French fellows outwit you a second time-a!"
Scott was instantly furious. "How dare you profane this place with your presence!" he shouted up at Pietro. How dare he even show his face here after everything that Scott had been through and all the people he had lost along the way. "I command you, in the name of the Knights of Camelot, to open the doors of this sacred castle, to which God himself has guided us!" Well, maybe not God, Scott thought. But there was definitely some presence that had brought them this far.
Pietro was unmoved. "How you Eeenglish say 'I', one more time, I'll unclog my nose in your direction, sons of a window-dresser. So, you think you could out-clever us French folk with your silly knees-bent, running about advancing behavior!" he taunted. "I wave my private parts at your aunties, you cheesy lot of second-hand electric donkey-bottom wipers!"
Scott was stung by the ferocious taunting. "In the name of the Lord, we demand entrance to this sacred castle!" he shouted.
"No chance, Eeenglish bed-wetting types!" Pietro retorted. "I burst my pimples at you and call your door-opening request a silly thing, you tiny- brained wipers of other people's bottoms!"
"If you do not open this door, we shall take this castle by force!" Scott said.
Pietro grabbed a bucket of filthy rainwater and tipped it out on Scott's head. Filth rained down on Scott.
"Aah! In the name of God, stop it!" Scott shouted, trying to cover his head as Pietro dumped a second bucket on top of him. Scott wanted so badly to break down the door of the castle and rush in, sword swinging, but he knew he was vastly outnumbered. Begrudgingly, he admitted defeat and walked away from the castle.
"Yes, depart a lot this time, and cut the approaching any more, or we'll fire arrows at the tops of your heads and make castanets out of your testicles already!" Pietro taunted. "And now, remain gone, you illegitimate- faced bugger-folk. And if you think you got a nasty taunting this time, you ain't heard nothing yet, dappy Eeenglish Ka-niggggetttss!"
Scott started to sob at this ultimate taunt. They had come so close, only to be foiled by Pietro.
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"That miserable cur!" Magneto raged as he watched Scott retreat from the castle.
"Now, now, Eric, he is your son, after all," Xavier said.
"I wasn't talking about him!" Magneto said. "How can Summers just give up now? I thought you trained him better than that!"
Xavier glared at Magneto, but admitted to himself that Scott was giving up a little too easily. "This isn't over yet," he said, and tried to communicate with Scott again.
X
Scott sat on the beach of the island, glumly holding his head in his hands. Bedevire was trying to console him, but it was doing no good.
"Look on the bright side, my liege," she said. "We did make it this far. Surely that will count for something in the history books,"
"That's not the point!" Scott said. "Pietro's going to get the Grail and we're going to be stuck here forever! Oh, what's the point of it all?!" he wailed in despair.
Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder above their heads. Scott and Bedevire looked up to see Xavier's face appear in the clouds overhead. He looked furious.
"Professor, I'm sorry!" Scott cried. "We tried our best, but we just couldn't do it!"
"Stop sniveling!" Xavier shouted. "Do you want to get home or not?"
"Of course I do!" Scott said. "But we've lost so much, and there's just too many of them!"
"Scott, you're an X-Man, albeit a flimsy excuse for one at the moment," Xavier said. "I say you CAN win the day. Now, onward! Attack!"
"How are we going to do it, Professor? We'd need an army to get into that place," Scott said.
"Are you questioning your god?!" Xavier thundered.
"No, sir!" Scott said, falling to his knees in terror. "Please, don't smite me!"
"Behold, here is your army!" Xavier said. Out of the mists, several ships appeared, each laden with scores of knights in full armor.
"And one last thing, to aid you on your quest," Xavier said.
Scott saw Bedevire shake her head, trying to recover from a dizzy spell.
"Scott?" Jean asked. "What's going on? Where are we?"
"Jean!" Scott exclaimed. "You're back! Look, I promise I'll explain later. Right now, we have a job to do,"
"Now, go forth and kick ass!" Xavier ordered and disappeared.
"Yes, Lord!" Scott said. He looked at his army, and then back at the Castle of Aaaaggghhh. "Right, that settles it!" he said, drawing Excalibur from its sheath. The sword's steel sang in the air. "Charge!"
The army behind Scott roared, and rushed towards the castle. On the way, they ran into a gray police wagon that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Before the policemen inside could get out, several knights slashed the tires of the van, flipped it over, and set it ablaze, not letting anything stand in their way.
Scott and Jean lead the charge to the castle, dodging a rain of arrows and stones from above. Scott kicked open the door of the castle and the knights rushed inside. They overwhelmed the few French guards in the main hall and headed upstairs to the keep.
X
Scott and Jean burst into the keep just in time. He saw Pietro holding the Holy Grail in his hands, about to drink from it.
"Amazing, isn't it, Summers?" Pietro asked Scott.
"You've got your memory back!" Scott said.
"Yes, I do!" Pietro said. "Holding this Grail, it's bringing everything back. And I see a choice before me. I can wish for anything I want, and I know exactly what I'm going to wish for! I'm going home, Summers, and I'm leaving you here for the rest of your lives!" he said triumphantly, and raised the Grail to his lips.
Scott realized that he was too far away to stop Pietro from drinking from the Grail. "Professor, if you're still there, I could really use a miracle right now," he prayed.
Scott heard Xavier's voice in his head. "Ask, and you shall receive," he said, as Scott felt a familiar tingling sensation behind his eyeballs.
"You chose poorly, Pietro!" Scott shouted, and shot an optic blast at the silver-haired mutant. The blast struck Pietro in the chest and sent him flying out the window, where he landed in the lake. The Holy Grail clattered to the floor, spilling its contents on the floor.
Scott picked up the Grail and saw it glow brightly in his hands. "Time to go home!" he said, walking over to a small fountain and dipping the Grail in, filling it with water.
"Scott, wait!" Jean said. "This dimension is pure chaos. We have to word our wish exactly as we want it, or all sorts of things could happen,"
"You're right," Scott said, and tried to figure out exactly how they should get home. He knew that one wrong word could possibly send them to an even stranger dimension than this one.
He thought hard, and then realized what he needed to wish for.
"I've got it," he said, and raised the Grail to his lips. "I wish we could have stopped Magneto from sending us to this horrible place!" he said, and with that, he tipped the Grail up and swallowed its contents in one gulp.
The room instantly grew dark and the vortex that had sent them to this dimension appeared above them and sucked them inside.
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