Just a short fic about my darking and M's and G's.

Funfunfun!

Chapter 1

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The darkings lived in the Dragonlands with the dragons, but one day some of the younger darkings decided to leave because they were bored. Very bored. So boooooooored. So one young dragon agreed to take them back to Tortall, and the rest is history (It's a history which I haven't read yet, though. I've only read an excerpt of Trickster's Queen, which is how I know the darkings leave. So don't tell me anything!). But! But some of the darkings lost their hold on the dragon halfway to Tortall! These darkings called out but the dragon couldn't hear them, so they quickly separated and formed themselves into little, tiny, black parachutes. Down, down, down they floated, some gliding North, some gliding South. One of them, Jon's Inkblot, floated over in the direction of the big bit of land that looks like a big monster's head with bobbley hair (no offence meant to North Americans, but that IS what it looks like!). Also two young, unnamed darkings floated down to a small group of islands off the coast of a long peninsula. The two black spots drifted slowly down until they landed, with a slight bump on……………….the backs of two big, brown horses!

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"I'm just going to the toilet."

"Ok, I'll grab our helmets."

G(privacy) nodded and ran off while Gen went inside to fetch her boots, body protector, and their helmets. She returned shortly, and after pulling on her gear she went to Picasso (E's th' bes' 'orsey I' th' hol waa'd werld world, don'cha know)(sorry, sometimes I get weird urges to speak strangely. Do not alarm thyself overmuch at such outlandish, peculiar and bizarre lapses into foreign and unfamiliar tongues, as said eccentricity doth not impair nor mar mine sanity(Shadow: SHE says!).)(See what I mean? I just can't help myself!), her beautiful, stunning, amazing, wonderful…(G&M: Get on with it!) well, basically really great bronzey coloured horsey, and patted his neck. Picasso nuzzled her shirt pocket where she usually kept her carrots.

"No boy, you gots the bit in your mouth, so's not good for you. (Just so you know, I CAN speak grammatically, but I prefer not to because I think it sounds nicer the other way) you kin have lotsa carrot when we get back though. Promise."

"What is carrot?"

Gen jumped and looked around. "G? Very funny!" she said sarcastically.

"Who G?"

"Cummon, G, I know it's you! Stop it. Let's go riding!"

"Stop what?" called G, emerging from the loo. Gen looked at her, then in the direction the voice had come from. "Well, who was that then?" she asked.

"Me!" said the voice, and a small inky shadow drew itself up on Picasso's saddle. Wow thought Gen maybe all that archaic language has made me loopy after all!

"And me!" and another spot rose into view, sitting on Max. Max, predictably, tried to eat it. The shadow squeaked.

"S#t! Sorry, Gen, I seem to be going insane." G commented, looking helplessly at the two dark patches.

"Well, if YOU'RE insane, then what am I!" Gen demanded, also staring at the shadows. G looked at her, amazed.

"You mean YOU can see them too!" she asked, astounded.

Gen nodded, biting her lip. "Yup."

Just then the spot on Picasso's saddle spoke up boldly. "We darkings. Leave Dragonlands. Dragons booooooooring! We go see Daine and King and Storkman and Allalliane(I know that's not how it's spelled, but that's how she (she's very feminine! And she always chooses feminine shapes when she does animal impressions.) said it!) ! Elder's see them but we never, and elders like dragonlands, so we go. But then big cloud come and we fall off dragon and fall here." She fashioned a head and looked down over Picasso's side. "Is very high here." She commented idly.

"Hey, umm, G? D-did it just say DARKINGS!"

"Yis! Darkings!" the darking squeaked, relieved that they had finally understood. These humans seemed a lot less clever than they were cracked up to be!

G and Gen stared at each other for a few seconds then—"OH MY GOD! NO WAY! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" then they both did a weird little 'Oh my god! No way! I don't believe it!' dance!

"Are very strange." Commented the darking on Max, who had been silent up till now.

"Yes." Nodded the Picasso darking. She looked again at the two girls who were now jumping up and down with joy. "Fun though."

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After we'd finished having hysterics, much to the surprise of the stableboys (who probably think we're extremely weird) and S (who thought we'd never stop).

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"So…" sighed Gen, "Shall we go for a ride then?"

"Yeah…ok." G looked at the two black spots, who were still watching the humans with interest, and just a little alarm. "Umm…what are your names?"

"Don't have names. You give names!"

The two girls looked at each other.

"We-ell…" started Gen

"Ummmm…" replied G

The horses snorted loudly, making the darkings squeak.

Gen giggled. "look, why don't we just name them after the ride, OK?"

"OK!"

Just for fun! If any one else who knows me personally wants to have a darking in this story, just say so! This is just light entertainment!

Now you must answer me these questions five—I mean three…

WHAT…is your name?

WHAT…is your quest?

WHAT…did you think of the chapter?

MONTY PYTHON ROCKS! lol!