A/N: Well, I know that you dear readers must be fantasy fans, so I had to
share this with you. I got to meet Tamora Pierce! I was one seat away from
her! I know it's kind of weird to share this little fact of my life, but I
just thought she was the coolest lady I'd ever met!!!
And now, ladies and gents, we have a first-time narrator on the floor this go-round. Miss Rapunzel is taking the floor and indulges in a little jealous Tarrant trashing.
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Rapunzel POV
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I finally hacked my way through that annoying wooden door. The wood chips splintered my skin, bursting from the final blow of my sword. I was going to KILL Aurora.
I raced out into the hall, just in time to see moron Tarrant save himself from tears. "What are you weeping about, idiot?" I bellowed, "Aurora's just about to get herself killed, and you're moping in a corner. What happened, did you fall and hurt your finger?"
Tarrant, in his typical chivalrous fashion, ignored my comment and stood up, unsheathing his sword. "Who dares harm Aurora?" he cried, trying to sound manly, but his premature voice cracked a little when he said her name. I rolled my eyes. Aurora might have been into that gallantry crap, but I had no time for the knight in shining spandex.
"Where'd she go when she shoved you, dimwit?" I yelped. He blinked a few times. "The room," he finally said, after what seemed like an hour's contemplation. Good show, simpleton.
I raced for the only open door in sight, and threw it open, quickly followed by Tarrant. Dante was heading behind him; I could hear the musical tread of his footsteps. Now there was some sweet music to my ear – well, Aurora came first, I suppose.
She was draped in her usual gorgeous fashion on the floor. Even after fainting, she managed to look graceful. None of her hair was in her face; it all lay spread in a golden mass of heaven about her perfect face, which was cool and confident despite the shock that must have been going through her when she collapsed. Her dress revealed nothing; her sleeves were not askew; her eyes were closed; she was breathing delicately, spindle still clasped frailly in her limp hand. I hated her.
Tarrant rushed over to his beloved, lifting her head off the floor lovingly. She was breathing, even someone thick as Tarrant noticed that. He looked up at Dante, lower lip trembling. "What's wrong with her?" he whimpered, stroking her hair absently.
"Magic," Dante answered matter-of-factly, "Probably an apple, or a comb, or a spind-" He collapsed onto his face. Lady Malifice stood above him, brandishing a large, heavy object that made my stomach flip in tight circles. A wand. About the size of a club.
"What did you do to Aurora?" Tarrant cried, standing up and drawing his sword. Lady Malifice laughed. "I put the brat into a sleep of a hundred years, you foolish boy, and now she will die, because I am the only one who knows how to awaken her." Tarrant paused in misery, letting his sword drop to his side.
She whacked him, and that was her fatal mistake.
He fell onto his face – right on top of Aurora. Their lips met briefly before both bodies hit the floor, but that was all it took. Aurora's eyes fluttered open, and Tarrant's were wide with pain and shock. His lip was bleeding from the impact. She smiled at him, hair finally falling askew into her face. "Oh, Tarrant, you saved me."
While she kissed Stupid over there, I had to save her sorry hide. Lady Malifice took advantage of their passions and raised her club. I did the only thing I could, and spun around. My braid whacked her hard in the face, and she staggered backwards onto her tailbone. Ha-ha, sucker.
Dante smiled approvingly at me. "Can we use that thing as an escape route?" He kicked Lady Malifice in the head as she tried to right herself. I winced. "You must really be daft if you think I'm going to go through that."
I screamed in pain. "Tarrant, you need to lose some serious weight, understood?" Weasels, he was ripping my hair out of my head. Aurora had already descended, and was anxiously awaiting Tarrant's arrival. I, on the other hand, was leaning the back of my neck against the sill in a most uncomfortable position. In addition, there was a wet glop of bird dung hanging above my head, threatening to fall any minute.
Dante followed Tarrant, and though I would not admit it, he was much heavier. Probably more muscle, I consoled myself. And of course, at that opportune moment, Lady Malifice chose to stir. She lunged at me. I squealed in terror and planted one of my large feet on her forehead, trying desperately to hold her back. Oh, my back was killing me.
She was clawing behind my hold, lashing at my legs with a force. I screamed for help. This rabid sucker wasn't going to give up. "Dante! Tarrant! She's awake! Get the heck up –"
Suddenly, someone jerked on my braid – and I mean, really jerked on it. My legs flipped upward, and for one terrifying moment, I teetered between flight and stability.
I dropped.
It was a long fall out of that tower window, and I screamed like a five- year-old the entire time I plummeted. My body spun in the updraft and I thrashed helplessly. Save me! Oh, someone save me! Tarrant, where's your chivalry now? Oh, please, catch me!
I landed with a soft thud in Dante's arms, still shrieking. I thrashed my arms; hands balled into fists, and kicked my legs in terror. Dante calmed me by placing two handsome fingers against my lips. Bullfrogs, why his fingers? It just couldn't be his lips, could it? Not even after what I'd just gone through to save his worthless skin. Handsome foreigners get me every time.
And then he kissed me. Just as I'd lost faith in him. And let me tell you, it was HOT. That man could kiss like nobody's business. I wanted some more of this; I wanted a LOT more of this. All the time. Was this love? Was that why I was so inexplicably attracted to his decided lack of wit and bad hygiene? Was that why his rude comments and clueless male behavior drew me into his embrace?
Eugh! I should hope not.
Suddenly, Piper came running towards us. Her hair was matted with wet cowlicks, and her hands were splattered with blood. "Have you seen Dashing?" she asked, face haggard with worry. She was carrying an irascible- looking garden gnome in her arms. "Who's that?" 'This is Pafoofka, the kleptomaniac garden gnome. I found him the jasmine garden, and he's agreed to help." She swatted his thieving hand away from her flute.
Dante lowered me onto the ground. He was watching her nervously, deep in thought. I, for one, was wondering:
a.) When was Dante going to kiss me again?
b.) Did Piper notice that Pafoofka had her purse?
c.) When was Dante going to kiss me again?
d.) Did Piper notice that Pafoofka had slipped a ring off her finger?
e.) Was Tarrant REALLY picking his nose?
f.) No, was that AURORA picking her nose? Speaking of the princess, Aurora asked, "What's happened?" with both arms wrapping around Tarrant's waist.
"Jocelyn's been stabbed, and it's the royal dagger done the job."
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A/N: Well, me hardies, hopefully you can guess who made the attempt at murder! And, as always, thank you soooo much for reviewing and/or reading!
And now, ladies and gents, we have a first-time narrator on the floor this go-round. Miss Rapunzel is taking the floor and indulges in a little jealous Tarrant trashing.
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Rapunzel POV
***** ****** *****
I finally hacked my way through that annoying wooden door. The wood chips splintered my skin, bursting from the final blow of my sword. I was going to KILL Aurora.
I raced out into the hall, just in time to see moron Tarrant save himself from tears. "What are you weeping about, idiot?" I bellowed, "Aurora's just about to get herself killed, and you're moping in a corner. What happened, did you fall and hurt your finger?"
Tarrant, in his typical chivalrous fashion, ignored my comment and stood up, unsheathing his sword. "Who dares harm Aurora?" he cried, trying to sound manly, but his premature voice cracked a little when he said her name. I rolled my eyes. Aurora might have been into that gallantry crap, but I had no time for the knight in shining spandex.
"Where'd she go when she shoved you, dimwit?" I yelped. He blinked a few times. "The room," he finally said, after what seemed like an hour's contemplation. Good show, simpleton.
I raced for the only open door in sight, and threw it open, quickly followed by Tarrant. Dante was heading behind him; I could hear the musical tread of his footsteps. Now there was some sweet music to my ear – well, Aurora came first, I suppose.
She was draped in her usual gorgeous fashion on the floor. Even after fainting, she managed to look graceful. None of her hair was in her face; it all lay spread in a golden mass of heaven about her perfect face, which was cool and confident despite the shock that must have been going through her when she collapsed. Her dress revealed nothing; her sleeves were not askew; her eyes were closed; she was breathing delicately, spindle still clasped frailly in her limp hand. I hated her.
Tarrant rushed over to his beloved, lifting her head off the floor lovingly. She was breathing, even someone thick as Tarrant noticed that. He looked up at Dante, lower lip trembling. "What's wrong with her?" he whimpered, stroking her hair absently.
"Magic," Dante answered matter-of-factly, "Probably an apple, or a comb, or a spind-" He collapsed onto his face. Lady Malifice stood above him, brandishing a large, heavy object that made my stomach flip in tight circles. A wand. About the size of a club.
"What did you do to Aurora?" Tarrant cried, standing up and drawing his sword. Lady Malifice laughed. "I put the brat into a sleep of a hundred years, you foolish boy, and now she will die, because I am the only one who knows how to awaken her." Tarrant paused in misery, letting his sword drop to his side.
She whacked him, and that was her fatal mistake.
He fell onto his face – right on top of Aurora. Their lips met briefly before both bodies hit the floor, but that was all it took. Aurora's eyes fluttered open, and Tarrant's were wide with pain and shock. His lip was bleeding from the impact. She smiled at him, hair finally falling askew into her face. "Oh, Tarrant, you saved me."
While she kissed Stupid over there, I had to save her sorry hide. Lady Malifice took advantage of their passions and raised her club. I did the only thing I could, and spun around. My braid whacked her hard in the face, and she staggered backwards onto her tailbone. Ha-ha, sucker.
Dante smiled approvingly at me. "Can we use that thing as an escape route?" He kicked Lady Malifice in the head as she tried to right herself. I winced. "You must really be daft if you think I'm going to go through that."
I screamed in pain. "Tarrant, you need to lose some serious weight, understood?" Weasels, he was ripping my hair out of my head. Aurora had already descended, and was anxiously awaiting Tarrant's arrival. I, on the other hand, was leaning the back of my neck against the sill in a most uncomfortable position. In addition, there was a wet glop of bird dung hanging above my head, threatening to fall any minute.
Dante followed Tarrant, and though I would not admit it, he was much heavier. Probably more muscle, I consoled myself. And of course, at that opportune moment, Lady Malifice chose to stir. She lunged at me. I squealed in terror and planted one of my large feet on her forehead, trying desperately to hold her back. Oh, my back was killing me.
She was clawing behind my hold, lashing at my legs with a force. I screamed for help. This rabid sucker wasn't going to give up. "Dante! Tarrant! She's awake! Get the heck up –"
Suddenly, someone jerked on my braid – and I mean, really jerked on it. My legs flipped upward, and for one terrifying moment, I teetered between flight and stability.
I dropped.
It was a long fall out of that tower window, and I screamed like a five- year-old the entire time I plummeted. My body spun in the updraft and I thrashed helplessly. Save me! Oh, someone save me! Tarrant, where's your chivalry now? Oh, please, catch me!
I landed with a soft thud in Dante's arms, still shrieking. I thrashed my arms; hands balled into fists, and kicked my legs in terror. Dante calmed me by placing two handsome fingers against my lips. Bullfrogs, why his fingers? It just couldn't be his lips, could it? Not even after what I'd just gone through to save his worthless skin. Handsome foreigners get me every time.
And then he kissed me. Just as I'd lost faith in him. And let me tell you, it was HOT. That man could kiss like nobody's business. I wanted some more of this; I wanted a LOT more of this. All the time. Was this love? Was that why I was so inexplicably attracted to his decided lack of wit and bad hygiene? Was that why his rude comments and clueless male behavior drew me into his embrace?
Eugh! I should hope not.
Suddenly, Piper came running towards us. Her hair was matted with wet cowlicks, and her hands were splattered with blood. "Have you seen Dashing?" she asked, face haggard with worry. She was carrying an irascible- looking garden gnome in her arms. "Who's that?" 'This is Pafoofka, the kleptomaniac garden gnome. I found him the jasmine garden, and he's agreed to help." She swatted his thieving hand away from her flute.
Dante lowered me onto the ground. He was watching her nervously, deep in thought. I, for one, was wondering:
a.) When was Dante going to kiss me again?
b.) Did Piper notice that Pafoofka had her purse?
c.) When was Dante going to kiss me again?
d.) Did Piper notice that Pafoofka had slipped a ring off her finger?
e.) Was Tarrant REALLY picking his nose?
f.) No, was that AURORA picking her nose? Speaking of the princess, Aurora asked, "What's happened?" with both arms wrapping around Tarrant's waist.
"Jocelyn's been stabbed, and it's the royal dagger done the job."
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A/N: Well, me hardies, hopefully you can guess who made the attempt at murder! And, as always, thank you soooo much for reviewing and/or reading!