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The Shite Fantastic
A Hellblazer/Discworld Crossover
By: Mozphoto
Chapter 8: Be Still My Beating Heart
The door to princess Esme's room was flung open as, with a blast of octarine, Granny Weatherwax was hurled into the hallway.
When she came to rest she heard a muffled "ow" underneath her.
"Serve you right for trying to listen at keyholes Gytha!" She was about to heap some more abuse to her prostrate friend when she realized that her voice sounded different. Then she stood up and realized that wasn't all that was different. The ache in her knees and back were gone. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, that she nearly fell over again.
She turned to look at Nanny Ogg, but was not given the opportunity to speak. "Well, there's a face I haven't seen in a dog's age Esme!"
"What are you blathering about Gytha?" Granny demanded, noticing that it was definitely her voice, only softer. Her voice hadn't sounded like that since-
"Take a look in that mirror... lass!" Nanny looked fit to burst with laughter.
Granny hurried down the corridor to the mirror. Strange, she thought to herself, my hips seem to be swaying. She looked at her reflection and saw the face of Esmerelda Weatherwax, the young witch who had just decided To devote herself to the craft rather than give in to the attentions of a young wizard-in-training named Mustrum Ridcully.
"That... that... thing," she screamed, "it's bloody well gone and made me young again!"
John walked through the castle, talking to king Verence.
"So you're not even from this world," Verence hazarded, "but you are a wizard?"
John took a long drag on a dog-end. "We-ell, I wouldn't quite say I'm a wizard, but that'll have to do considering that magic works a lot differently here than it does whe I come from."
"Then perhaps you could help out with our situation?"
"Right , Verence me old son," John grinned, "what is the problem?"
Esmerelda was incredulous. "It tried to kill me, Gytha," she explained, "but instead it turns me into a gel."
Nanny poured a cup of water and handed it to her. "Try to calm down Esme, this may be a blessing in disguise."
"Blessing?" Esmerelda exclaimed, "no good will come of this. I can't-"
At that moment, King Verence and John Constantine came into view at the end of the corridor. Esmerelda stood frozen, with the cup halfway to her lips, staring at John.
Nanny stared in disbelief as the cup of water in Esmerelda's hand began to boil furiously and then shatter.
"Oh dear."
The Shite Fantastic
A Hellblazer/Discworld Crossover
By: Mozphoto
Chapter 8: Be Still My Beating Heart
The door to princess Esme's room was flung open as, with a blast of octarine, Granny Weatherwax was hurled into the hallway.
When she came to rest she heard a muffled "ow" underneath her.
"Serve you right for trying to listen at keyholes Gytha!" She was about to heap some more abuse to her prostrate friend when she realized that her voice sounded different. Then she stood up and realized that wasn't all that was different. The ache in her knees and back were gone. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, that she nearly fell over again.
She turned to look at Nanny Ogg, but was not given the opportunity to speak. "Well, there's a face I haven't seen in a dog's age Esme!"
"What are you blathering about Gytha?" Granny demanded, noticing that it was definitely her voice, only softer. Her voice hadn't sounded like that since-
"Take a look in that mirror... lass!" Nanny looked fit to burst with laughter.
Granny hurried down the corridor to the mirror. Strange, she thought to herself, my hips seem to be swaying. She looked at her reflection and saw the face of Esmerelda Weatherwax, the young witch who had just decided To devote herself to the craft rather than give in to the attentions of a young wizard-in-training named Mustrum Ridcully.
"That... that... thing," she screamed, "it's bloody well gone and made me young again!"
John walked through the castle, talking to king Verence.
"So you're not even from this world," Verence hazarded, "but you are a wizard?"
John took a long drag on a dog-end. "We-ell, I wouldn't quite say I'm a wizard, but that'll have to do considering that magic works a lot differently here than it does whe I come from."
"Then perhaps you could help out with our situation?"
"Right , Verence me old son," John grinned, "what is the problem?"
Esmerelda was incredulous. "It tried to kill me, Gytha," she explained, "but instead it turns me into a gel."
Nanny poured a cup of water and handed it to her. "Try to calm down Esme, this may be a blessing in disguise."
"Blessing?" Esmerelda exclaimed, "no good will come of this. I can't-"
At that moment, King Verence and John Constantine came into view at the end of the corridor. Esmerelda stood frozen, with the cup halfway to her lips, staring at John.
Nanny stared in disbelief as the cup of water in Esmerelda's hand began to boil furiously and then shatter.
"Oh dear."