Disclaimer: I don't own these characters I am just trying to do something to keep me out of trouble * evil smirk*
A\N: this is my first fan fic, My name is Steph, I enjoy puppies, long walks in the park and Pina Coladas, getting caught in the rain…., flowers and world domination. But like I said before this is to keep me out of trouble and my mind from wandering around. And I think all of you should be grateful that I am doing this instead of the things going around in my head, no matter how bad this may be.
Once Upon A Dream
By
SierraSunshine
"Once Upon a time there lived a beautiful princess named Briar Rose," Veronica recited to the Zanga children that surrounded her. They had known her all their lives and respected her so much. Whenever Veronica visited them she always read them bedtimes stories.
"I didn't know she knew fairy tales," Marguerite said to Roxton as they sat near a fire.
"I suppose her parents told her them before they disappeared. I remember our mother telling William and me those stories when we were very young. Although I have to admit I enjoyed the adventure and swordfights over the "mushy" parts, but I was younger then, and much more naïve." He replied with a devious look in his eyes.
" Lord Roxton, I have a feeling you are much more of a romantic dreamer than you would lead us to believe" she said with a teasing curl of her lip.
"Well, I could show you some of the things this dreamer has been dreaming each night of his beautiful princess." He said in a husky voice as he leaned in to kiss her. Marguerite's breath caught in her throat and she felt her chest tighten with anticipation. This man drove her absolutely off the edge, and she loved it. His lips barely touched hers when a scream was heard throughout the entire village.
'Ah, bloody hell' Roxton thought. "OH what is it now?!" he said as he jumped up and grabbed his rifle and followed the villagers toward the sound making sure Marguerite was right behind him.
As he reached the tent he saw a young man, barely 18, with a sword in his chest. "What in Heavens name has happened?" Challenger exclaimed as he rushed to the tent, "Oh heavens!" He immediately went to his side to check for a pulse. " He is alive but the pulse is very weak" he announced as Veronica arrived followed by Malone.
"Rakel!" She cried, instantly falling to his side. Malone usually would feel a little twinge of jealousy, but the mans young age made him realize that they were no more than friends. He couldn't explain the feelings he had for her to himself. So how was he ever supposed to tell her? He thought he knew what love was when he was back in London with Gladys, but now, since the moment he had seen her, feelings he didn't know where inside of him came alive. Now he just had to sort those feelings out. He looked down at the man who was slowly slipping away as Challenger and the local shamans did whatever they could to save him.
"Where do you think a sword like that came from?" Malone asked the others when they finally stepped out of the tent to make room for the professionals.
"Of what I saw that sword looked as if it had come from Camelot and the bloody Knights of the Round Table" Marguerite said with a little shudder as she remembered her own midevil experience.
"Do you think that Gawian could be back?" Veronica asked.
"Well even if he was, why would he do something like this?" Marguerite said forcefully," He is better than that. He is not like Vordred was." She shuddered at the memory of the knife that she had stopped from killing the young king who had found his way into her heart. She looked over at Roxton who was looking at her apparently lost in his memories of that day as well.
"Well who else would have those kinds of weapons?" Roxton said with a little bit of anger evident in his voice, "You all know we have to figure out what is happening here. Whoever did this apparently isn't friendly, and I for one don't want to let them get another chance to hurt the Zangas or anyone else." As he said this he eyed Marguerite and moved a little closer to her in a protective manner. Marguerite loved it when he became protective and defensive of her, although she would never admit for the world. They all stood in silence as they pondered the possibilities of who had done this and the dangers they might face in the near future, as this incident, like all others on the plateau never had a neat, simple ending.
Just as Marguerite was about to break the silence, the sound of horse's hooves was heard. Roxton and Malone both grabbed a rifle, Marguerite grabbed her pistol, and Veronica grabbed a knife. They looked around and realized that the whole village was being surrounded. The Zanga realized it to and immediately got ready for the battle that was about to come. In a matter of seconds the village was being stormed by knights on horseback.
"OH could this day get ANY better????!!!" Marguerite yelled as she started shooting at some of the knights and doing absolutely no good. "What do we do now??" She got as close to Roxton as she could and grabbed for his arm so they wouldn't be separated.
Everyone was giving into panic. The situation looked hopeless. They braced themselves to be ready to fight back as much as they could to the oncoming stampede of horses. Then just as suddenly as they appeared, they disappeared.
"What is going on?" Marguerite whispered. She looked around nerviously. " George, care to explain that one"
"Well I'm sure it's a…. It could most definitely be a ….umm… well, no, not at the moment," the professor stammered.
"The question is," the reporter said calmly still staring at the place the knights were charging only feet away seconds ago," are they going to be back"
"And what do they want" Roxton said, still in a mild state of shock. Marguerite still had a hand on his arm, and he
became aware of it. He turned his face to hers, and could see the terror in her eyes. They sighed at the same moment, and a smile of relief came over her face. " That was too close for comfort," Marguerite said only loud enough for him to hear. He reached to put his arm around her, but he suddenly heard the sound again. Everyone turned and there was one lone knight galloping into the camp. Everyone immediately jumped into position again, and began to scan for any others out in the jungle. The rider did not stop and did not even seem to see them. He rode by not being affected by any of the blows the natives where inflicting on him. He continued at the same pace until he reached the explorers. He abruptly stopped and looked down to Marguerite.
"Princess, I hath come to rescue you from your captors, my love" he said as he dismounted the white horse, and put his sword to Roxton's neck in one quick motion.
"She's not going anywhere with you," Roxton practically growled at the man. He kept his eyes focused on him.
" Good sir, thou art mistaken," the knight yelled, " Thou hast kidnapped my true love and I will see to it that she is returned and that you shall be punished. But not after I have beaten you beyond recognition to defend her honor!" Marguerite just sat looking at all this. She had no idea what was going on, but the way this man spoke he seemed to want no harm to come to her. " I should kill you now!" the knight continued.
"NO!" Marguerite cried instantly. She knew the only way to get out of this was to play along." Don't harm him, my love, for thou are a knight of honor and should not reduce yourself to such. Leave him be, and let us be on our way." Her friends stared at her with total shock over their faces. 'WHAT IS SHE DOING?' Veronica screamed in her head. Roxton knew that she must have a plan but hearing her call this man 'my love' almost made his blood boil. Marguerite was his and he wasn't going to let her go easily. Marguerite mounted the horse and the knight followed.
"Thou art right, dearest love, we shall leave now. And if this scoundrel follows us he can be sure the Princess's words will not save you!" the knight threatened. Marguerite knew they would track her down, and she knew that this man apparently wanted
no harm of any kind to come to her. Actually, his words were quite flattering.
Roxton immediately rushed after her, but he was stopped by his friends. " LET ME GO!!!" he screamed, " NO!"
"Roxton! We can follow her after an hour or so. I don't think he is going to hurt her but of course we will get her back.
Calm down. If you go now he will kill us. Because if he didn't suffer any from those blows the Warriors gave him, we can't stop him either." Veronica said.
" That's exactly the point Veronica, he apparently isn't normal. Any normal man would have been half dead from those blows. He didn't even get a bloody bruise!!!!!" He started running after the knight and his love, who were barely in sight, and as he yelled out her name, the horse and its riders disappeared literally before his eyes…..
TBC only if I get some positive reviews. No sense in finishing it if I write trashy fiction. I hate trashy fiction. Just to let you know I have read almost all the fiction for the Lost World on this site and tlwfix.com and have finally decided to join the club. And I have been reading on the message board at lostworldtv.net and I can't post because the stupid thing wont let me register!!!!! I am sooo mad I cant post and ask questions to you experts out there.So tell me if you liked it, if you could understand it, or if the plot is just plan stupid, because to tell you the truth I didn't have a clue what I was going to write until I started and couldn't stop. It is going to be a surprise to me as much as you on how this turns out. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and be totally honest. I have a hard shell it won't hurt. I need to know. See ya later!
