Fairy Tales
Chapter two: The Key To An A: Part 2
A/N:
I'm sure you all know this by now, but THEIR CANCELLING DANNY PHANTOM, go to my profile for information on how to STOP it! Also in my forums there's one to save Danny with Links to protest forms.
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I've edited the first chapter with the use of REAL old English that I got thanks to Lacey52.
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xOx This is a memory xOx
'This is a thought or quote in a word'
"This is speech"
This is writing or a quote inside a memory
and also in this chapter a small paragraph that's not translated into Old English yet
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"This," Mr. Lancer declared the next day in English as he held up a large dusty book. "Is the key to an A!" he stared at the book cover longingly. "This is a giant book of Fairy Tales that has been in my family for generations, reaching all the way back to the 1800's."
Some kid in the front row raised their hand gingerly. "Then why isn't it in a museum?" he asked.
Mr. Lancer glared at the wall bitterly. "Because the museumsare mediocre and don't believe it's real history!" He snapped, then raised his eyebrows as if he had a revelation. "But that's exactly why the best essays here are going to be copied 80 times each and sent into the museum as a form of protest!" he turned his gaze to the class, slamming a fist onto the desk in front of him. "So every single essay in here had better be a damn good one!"
The class fell silent.
Well, it was already silent, but this one you could feel; like a blanket that smothered everyone.
Mr. Lancer's eyes widened. Uh oh, he caught his mistake. "D-Darn! A Darn good one!" He stuttered, his face turned red, tracing all the way up to his bald head.
The class was now a fit of giggles. The Vice Principle had just cursed at the class, why doesn't anybody bring video cameras to school? Danny was thinking he could blackmail him with it. Everyone else seemed to be thinking this too, since they were cracking up laughing along with him.
Except Sam.
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Sam sighed and leaned back against the headboard, crossing her arms. The last bits of her migraine were disappearing, but Danny was still suffering from his. "Well, that's not really helpful." she mumbled.
"Hey!" Danny said. "I got a killer headache over that memory thank you very much!" he placed a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes, imagining cool ice on his forehead in attempt to sooth his pain.
"Sorry," Sam said. "I just don't see how a book for Fairy Tales can justify why we're stuck in… a… medieval… castleohmygodDannywe'reinafairytalebook!" Sam said. She had slowed down as she pieced it all together and rushed her voice to speak her thoughts before Danny could inturropt her.
"A Fairy Tale book?" Danny asked. "Sam, think about what you're saying." He didn't even bother to open his eyes, he felt the dim light would burn him.
"Oh, and weirder stuff hasn't happened to us?" Sam said sarcastically, glaring at him even though he wasn't looking at her.
Immediately, the thought of when Danny was stuck in a Holiday Poem popped into his head. Sam and Tucker never believed him about it but it was possible to be stuck in another one. But Ghost Writer was still in jail, so he couldn't be behind it, could he? Danny gently milled over this for a moment, scared if he thought to hard the hurt would increase. Finally, he spoke up. "You know," he sighed. "You got a point there."
Sam jumped up excitedly, grinning. She had figured out the plot already, and she hadn't even been in this freaky place for more than a few hours. And that was with a weird case of amnesia. "Yes! Ten points for Sam!" She said.
Danny sat up, the pain was dissipating faster than last time. Maybe his body was getting used to the migraines he got from remembering? "Okay, so playing along with the book theory…" he said, leaning back on his elbows. "What story are we in?"
"You said so yourself, The Griffin!"
Danny nodded slowly. "Okay, so if we're in The Griffin, then you're the sick princess." he said, placing everything together in his head. "I'm the doctor, and Kwan's the King. So I tell Kwan that you're very sick and you need a apple to eat and get better with." Danny said.
"An Apple a day keeps the doctor away." Sam recited.
"Close, but not right." Danny corrected. He sat up and turned to her. "Kwan then has to send out a message to the nearby towns saying whoever brings the apple that cures you of your sickness can marry you-"
"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" Sam shouted, waving her hands in front of her. "I'M NOT MARRYING SOME GUY WHO HANDS ME AN APPLE! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? A BAKER?" She already had to put up with almost marrying Dora the Dragon Ghost's brother, and she wasn't going to again!
Danny lunged foreword and covered her mouth, pulling her into him and placed his free hand around her back. "SSSSHHHH! Shut up stupid! Do you want the servants to think I'm murdering you or something? Don't make them try to kick me out! And yes you have to marry a guy who gives you an apple!" he said.
Sam licked his hand to get it off her mouth, and he pulled it away disgustedly, wiping the saliva off on his shirt. "That is so wrong!" Sam hissed.
"No, what's wrong is you licking my hand!" Danny then sighed. "Don't worry, when we get to the wedding we're probably going to finish the story and get out of here."
"Probably?" Sam snapped. "And what if the marriage is real?" Sam clutched her hands into fists. "What if I have to marry Dash or someone like that?"
Danny's eyes widened. He looked away from her, glaring holes into the floor. Just the thought of of Dash marrying Sam made him want to blow something up, but he didn't say anything
"Can you transform?" Sam asked suddenly. Danny jumped, feeling her hand touch his shoulder gently. She had noticed how quiet he got when she said that. "I was thinking we could fly out invisible to see who the guy I marry in the story is."
Danny shrugged. "I don't know, let me see." He stood up and walked a few paces from the bed. "I'm going Ghost!" He said, using his trademark line.
Nothing happened.
"What the-…? Going Ghost! Going Ghost!" Danny panicked. "I don't have my powers!" He rushed back to Sam and grabbed her shoulders, shaking them. "I CAN'T GO GHOST!" Danny felt naked and weak without his powers. Being so vulnerable freaked him out, if anything happened he wouldn't be able to protect everyone.
Sam pushed him way from her. "Calm down!" she said. "Don't worry, there's probably a reasonable explanation for all of this!" Someone knocked on the door. Sam's eyes widened in panic. "Get off my bed!" she hissed at Danny. "If that's someone other than Kwan their going to think-… just get off!" Sam shoved Danny off and cleared her throat. "C-Come in!" she called.
The servant who had first came into her room walked in. (For reason to help the author… the servant will now be dubbed… eh… Meg.) "Beg pardon, My Lady," Meg curtsied, "His Majesty wishes to know if thou art well? Thy doctor hast been in attendance of you for some time. We were worried for you, Lady."
Danny looked up at Sam from his spot on the floor. "Actually..." Danny said slowly, sitting up, he reached up and used the bed as a support to pull himself up. "She's not well. Er-- My Lady is not well." He said, trying to sound as Old English as he could. "Thy Lady... is.. er.. not well... for she has a horrible... disease."
Meg gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth. "Will My Lady be well?" she asked.
Danny stood up shaking his head. "On My Lady's own... 'fraid not." The servant gasped again. "But do not be alarmed, for My Lady-" he motioned to Sam. "Can eat herself well with an apple!" he said.
"An apple? How can one regain their health with but a piece of fruit?" Meg asked.
"Yes," Sam piped in. "How do I eat myself well with an apple?" Danny couldn't tell if she was humoring him or just being sarcastic.
Danny held his hand out in front of him as if to say 'stop'. "Aaah, not just any apple though. What type I do not know, all I DO know, is that I need to speak with the King about this. Go.. Fetch-ish him for me." He used a 'shoo' motion with his hands.
Meg jumped and scurried out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her.
"What was that?" Sam asked Danny as he walked over to the door to shut it again. He walked back over to Sam's bed and sat down.
"That," he said. "Was genius at its best work."
Kwan looked out at the occupants of his court. "Ummm…" he shifted uneasily from one foot to the next. Upon hearing his mumble, the company leaned forward in their seats, looking out at him. "Danny- er… The doctor, has… has…" he paused, bouncing on his heels for a moment. Kwan could never speak in public unless it was rallying up a football crowd. And normally Dash did that. Danny stood up from his seat next to Kwan and tapped his shoulder, in a motion that said lean backwards. Kwan leaned backward towards Danny, allowing him to whisper something to his ear. After Danny sat down, Kwan continued. "The Doctor has foretold to me that my er, daughter is very sick."
Danny coughed, it sounded strangely familiar to the word, 'ill'.
"Ill." Kwan corrected, catching on. "She's very ill, and let it be known that she can eat herself well with an apple. Whoever brings the apple she's eats herself well with--…" he paused and looked down at his hand, below his table. On it, a few sloppy words were written down. "Will have to her… life?" he squinted at the words. "WIFE! He will have her to wife."
Danny coughed again. "And be king." he cleared his throat and coughed again like he had something in his throat.
Kwan turned at him. "What? But I'm King!"
Danny sent him a plain look, basically saying he didn't care without words.
Kwan sighed and turned back to his court. "And be King." he mumbled. "They'll have her to wife and be king. So, spread it around."
A man stood up, and scribbled something down on a piece of parchment and addressed Kwan. "Your Highness, shall a message be sent to the towns of your kingdom?"
It took Kwan a moment to realize he had spoken to him. "Uh yeah." he said.
"How many times do I have to tell you my name is Dash?" Dash growled at the elderly man who claimed to be his father.
He glared back down at Dash."No, thy name be Uele!"he said. Thou shall not talk in such low manner to me!You may be the eldest, but this estate does not yet belong to you. Now, go forth to the garden and take a basketful of those beauteaous fruits of reddened cheeks and carry them to yon court. Mayhap the King's daughter will be able to eat herself well with them, and then thou wilt marry her and be the heir to the throne."
Dash leaned his head into his hand lazily and looked up at the man. "Do I have to?" he asked tiredly.
"Yes! No Go!"he snapped at Dash.
Dash sighed and stood up, walking outside of the small house. He walked over to the apple tree outside, and grabbed a basket underneath it. "Man, this is so girly." he complained, meaning the basket. The coach would kick him off the team for SURE if he saw him with a basket like this.
"What'd the psycho Pop want?"
Dash jumped at the sudden voice. He looked up in the tree and glared at Tucker. "What are you doing up there, Foley?" he snapped.
"Hiding from the psycho Pop." Tucker said, then turned around and slowly climbed down the tree. Dash backed up and looked off to the side, Tucker's descending butt wasn't something he wanted to watch.
"Psycho Pop?"
Tucker jumped the last branch and landed on the ground, falling over once he couldn't catch his balance. "Yeah, you know, the oger in there that keeps saying we're his sons." he stood up and brushed himself off.
Dash nodded slowly. "Oh… yeah… he wants me to get some apples and give them to a Princess." he said.
Tucker gave a low whistle. "Man, I wish I could meet a Princess."
Dash grabbed some random apples off the tree and shoved them inside the basket. "Well, obviously I'm a better choice, because he wants me to marry her too."
Tucker took in a breath to fast and choked on his spit that followed. After a moment of sputtering he cleared his throat, and rubbed it gently. "W-What?" he asked. "But you don't even know her!"
Dash shrugged. "Who cares? As long as she's hot and really a Princess, I'm not complaining."
Tucker glared at him. "There's more to a girl than looks, ya know!" he paused, watching a girl ride by on a horse. He smiled and waved at her. "Of course, looks help…"
Dash glared at him, grabbed Tucker's collar and pulled him foreword towards Dash's face. "You wanna snap at me one more time and see what happens?" he asked dangerously.
Tucker gulped, and held up his hands in his defense. "Nope! No! I'm good!" he said. Even in this weird place, Dash scared Tucker.
Dash stood up, grabbing the basket off the ground and covering it with a blanket that was tucked inside. "Good, now if you excuse me, I have to go visit the Princess." he said.
"How do you know how to get to her?" Tucker asked.
Dash shoved his finger in the direction of the forest. There was a path poking out, with a sign hammered on a tree saying, "Castle" with a arrow pointed right.
Tucker's face fell, he was hoping he could lie to Dash and say he knew the way. That way he could meet the Princess. They were always cute in the stories. "Oh…"
Dash nodded. "I'm not a complete idiot." he said, and started off for the woods. Then he paused, and turned around, poking at finger at Tucker. "You tell anyone I carried this basket anywhere I'll break your face in five different places!" he warned.
Tucker gulped and nodded, to scared for words. Out here, there was no one to stop Dash from beating him to a bloody pulp.
"Good!" Dash snorted, then turned to walk down the path.
Normally, any other person would have found this walk relaxing, and very peaceful. But Dash? No, Dash didn't have the patience for "relaxing" it took to long for him. Why relax when you could spend your time shoving people into lockers? It was more fun anyways, to hear them pound on the lockers. Sometimes he wished he had a video camera to record it, if it wouldn't be evidence to get him into detention. This also ruled out peaceful, Dash didn't "do" peaceful. He was more into loud, rushing, exhilarating excitement!
Speaking of loud, ahuge rusty screech came to his ears. Solarge that he dropped his basket and clapped his hands to his ears, only for it to end by the time he got them in the air.
Curiosity over came him, and he picked the basket back up, jogging to where he heard the noise. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
There stood a man made of metal, moving and cursing as you and I do.
"Hit me." Danny sighed, looking at the pieces of paper on the table. Sam had told them she didn't think they had playing cards back in the medieval times, so they settled for drawling the values of the cards on pieces of paper.
Sam looked down at Danny's cards, a 5 of spades and 2 of hearts. After she had studied the cards, she turned her eyes to Kwan who was trying to remember the rules of Blackjack. Before he could reach to the giant stack of paper/cards she grabbed them and threw them in the air, giving out a cry of frustration. "DANNY!" she shouted.
He jumped, not expecting the sudden outburst. "Y-Yeah?" he asked, but Sam didn't hear him, she had started talkingagain as soon as hejumped.
"How long is it going to take for some idiot with a bunch of apples to come to the damn castle?" she shouted, at her wits end. There was no music there, everyone smelled like BO, and three maids had already tried to get her to eat some sort of animal cruelty on a plate covered in salt.
Danny shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I guess however long it takes them to walk here."
Sam leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.
"So…" Kwan started. "Sam, if you're a Princess and I'm a King, then does that make me your dad or something?"
Sam sighed heavily, "I don't Kwan, whatever you want." she rolled her eyes and ripped the Queen of Spades into three pieces.
Danny changed the subject. "So, does anyone remember anything else?"
Sam shook her head no. "Well, now we should get something. When ever you ask, one of us seems to remember-" she cut herself off and slapped a hand to her forehead, flashes of color flooding into her head with sounds, wiping and scratching and tearing at her nerves.
The room around her spun, and tipped foreword as the colors mixed together to form an ugly black that clouded her vision. The scrape of Danny and Kwan's chairs and Danny's cry of worry towardsher barley registered in her head as she blacked out.
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Danny looked over and saw her leaning back in her chair, one knee propped up against the desk, glaring at anything and everything that dared to move. Which was pretty much the leaves on the trees that moved in the wind, and that broke off from the tree branch to fall to their leafy deaths at the bottom of the leafy trees with all their leafy friends in a leafy graveyard--… yeah…
"Sam?" He asked, still chucking from hearing Mr. Lancer just curse at the class.
She had been in a bad mood all morning. Normally, being able to write cheered her up, but being in English just seemed to tick her off further. She snapped her attention from glaring at the leafs to glaring at Danny. "What?" she snapped.
"Gees!" Danny said, leaning back away from her, seeing as the desks were connected to the chairs and he couldn't scoot away from her. "I'm sorry, call off the fire!"
Sam's eyes widened and she stopped glaring at him. She mumbled a sorry and went back to plotting the leaves demise if they moved one more time.
"What's wrong?" Danny asked. He thought she'd be in a creepily good mood because of her 'brilliant' idea last night.
"You know how there's always a ghost for like every single frigging thing that happens to us?" Sam looked at Danny then balled her hands into fists angrily. "I went to research one for Fairy Tales at the library, thinking it'd be a good topic but nooooo! There's NOTHING!" she slammed her fists into the table angrily.
The giggles from the class seized immediately and everyone stared at Sam. She met each eye with a glare until they backed off and went back to their own business. Tucker leaned back from his seat in front of them to look at Sam. "What's up with you?" he asked.
"Long story…" Danny sighed, rubbing his temples. If only there were some way tokeep stress and PMS from mixing together in your best friend…
Sam glared at Tucker. "What are you looking at? TURN AROUND!" She kicked his chair with her combat boots angrily.
"Dang! PMS much!" Tucker said, then jumped, feeling Sam kick his chair again.
Mr. Lancer dropped the 'Key To An A+' on his desk loudly. Silence fell acrossed the room again. "SILENCE!" He shouted. "Okay, we've all had our little fun giggling and laughing, now lets get back to work!" No one spoke up, he continued. "Like I said, this book is the Key at an A+. Ask me to look inside it for the true version of the stories and I'll immediately give you extra credit. I'll be watching you like a hawk though, so if you try to vandalize it or rip anything out I will not feel bad about suing you."
He picked the book up and patted it gently. "This baby has more fairy tales recorded in it than most know exist!" he said.
As he spoke, Danny got a eerie chill up his spine, and his body felt like it dropped a few degrees. A wisp of blue smoke came from his lips. "Oh no…" He mumbled. Danny's ghost sense. He raised his hand. "Can I use the bathroom?" He asked.
"I don't know, can you?" Dash asked him, sarcastically.
Danny glared at him, but waited for Mr. Lancer's answer.
"No, Danny. You can wait. I need to explain the history behind this marvelous book." He said, patting it gently and pressing his cheek to it.
It was things like that, that made Danny glad He put Mr. Lancers picture up on a internet dating site as a prank. But seeing as Mr. Lancer hadn't gotten any replies yet, and it had been a few months, he was eerily creped out by it.
"It's said that in the 1800's, when this book was written a young teenage girl who was deeply in love with Fairy Tales stole it from my family. She was so deranged in the head she looked at every tale as reality and tried to act out every story. She lived in a village that had not yet been hit by the Industrial Revolution, therefore they still had mediocre ways of dealing with issues." Mr. Lancer said.
"They eventually dubbed her as insane and a threat to the village once she tried to make a giant tower from the story Rapunzel. They cornered her and stoned her. With her last breath she vowed to grab this book again and make everyone see her love of Fairy Tales." Mr. Lancer looked up towards the ceiling giving a content look at it, like he was reminiscing about the past.
Paulina spoke up. "Sounds like she was really dramatic. And cheesy." her eyes flickered over to Sam as if to imply Sam was that too.
Mr. Lancer glared at Paulina and opened the book. "Oh really?" he asked, flipping a few pages until he got to a story. "Well maybe if you grew up listening to tragic stories that made you escape reality you'd be a little crazy about them too. For instance, did you know that Rapunzel was sent to a desert when the enchantress found her? Then when the prince came to see Rapunzel he was shoved out of the tower and landed in thorn bushes that scratched his eyes until he was blind?" he flipped a few more pages. "Or even that--hello?" he asked himself, looking at a page oddly. "What's this?" Mr. Lancer leaned closer to the book, looking at something.
"What is it?" Someone asked.
"There's a picture of a girl in here I've never seen before. I must have read this book 50 times and I've never seen this picture-" he was cut off when the book flew from his hands, slamming against the wall next to him. "Les Miserables!" he cried out in surprise, using a famous French novel as his cry. "What's going on?"
Danny sat up, his ghost sense was going off again.
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"What the heck is going on!"
Dash jumped in surprise, hearing a female voice come from the tin man. He took a step closer, his eyes widening when he saw the familiar facial features of a certain Latino cheerleader. "Paulina…?" he said in surprise.
She looked at him with watery eyes. "I'm metal!" she cried out.
"You're metal!" Dash agreed, not registering that she had just said it.
She fell to the ground, landing on her bottom with a loud creaky crack. "I'll never make the cheer finals as a Tin-woman!" her voice cracked and went up an octave as she tried to hold in the sobs that were obviously about to fall. Her bottom lip quivered slightly.
Dash got on his knees, sitting next to her. "Well," he started, trying to be supportive. "You can always be the third place trophy."
Paulina shrieked and started sobbing into her cold metal hands.
"What?" Dash asked, thinking he had been helpful. "At least it's not fourth place!"
Paulina gave another shriek and kicked him with her left leg. "Shut up you idiot! You're not helping!" she sobbed.
"Ow!" Dash winced, having been kicked by an emotional woman who looked like a man with all her metal. "You didn't have to kick me! I was going to offer you something to cheer you up, but now I don't want to give it to you." He was going to hand her an apple, thinking girls liked fruit, but after being kicked by her (which was probably going to bruise) he decided against it.
Paulina perked up. A present? She loved presents. "What was it?" she sniffled, trying to be strong and keep in her sobs.
"It doesn't matter, you're not getting one." Dash said, standing up and brushing the dirt off his knees.
"One? There's more?" She tried to stand up but her legs were stuck.
Dash picked up the basket. "There WAS more. You're not getting one!" he said.
Paulina popped her hip, her left leg was now moveable. "Is it in that basket?" she asked.
Dash crossed his arms. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING ONE!" He tried to make it clear, but Paulina was never one to turn down a gift. Or not get one.
She popped her other hip, this time it creaked making Dash wince. It was now movable too. She stood up, using the tree for support. "What's in the basket?" she pressed, reaching for it when Dash pulled away.
"Didn't you hear me? You're not getting one!"
She glared at him. "Why not!" she huffed.
Dash pulled up his pant leg and pointed above his knee cap where a nice bruise was forming. "Because of that!" he huffed.
"Oh come on! It's barley a bruise! I didn't mean to! Now what's in your basket?" she whined, her cheerleading finals long forgotten.
Dash crossed his arms and eyed her. "…Frog's legs." he said sarcastically, but kept his voice as serious as he could.
Paulina shrieked and took a step back. "Ewwww! Are you nuts? Frog's legs? As in from a frog?"
"No, from a dog, YES a frog, idiot."
Suddenly, words came to her mouth, and before she could stop herself she blurted out, "Well, So shall it be, and remain." after she had finished her sentence she slapped her hands over her mouth like she had shouted a huge insult.
Dash blinked for a moment. "What?" he asked. "What does that mean?"
She shrugged. "I don't know… I just blurted it out, like, it just came to me."
"Are you're calling ME nuts?" Dash snapped. "You're all blurting out random things, and I'M nuts?"
"Well at least I'm not carrying around decapitated frog legs!" Paulina shouted at him, her anger flaring.
"Their not decapitated!" Dash rolled his eyes. "That means their head is off!" He had seen enough horror movies to know that much.
"Well how do I know you don't have their heads in there too..?" Paulina snapped.
Dash glared at her, continuing the fight. "Oh, go be a dumb trophy!"
Paulina's eyes widened before she lowered them into a glare. "Animal killer!"
Dash didn't even realize she had called a frog an animal, even though their amphibians. "Tin man! Why don't you run off to a stupid wizard to wish for a heart!" He knew the Wizard of Oz by heart, it was his favorite movie secretly, but he didn't tell anyone that. Not even Kwan.
"FINE! MAYBE I WILL!" Paulina shouted, and turned around to stomp off into the woods. "FIND YOUR OWN WAY OUT OF THIS WEIRD PLACE!" she shouted as she left.
"FINE! I WILL!" Dash shouted after her.
"Sam? Sam, speak to me." Danny said sternly, placing his hand on the side of her face.
Sam had fainted unexpectedly at the table they were playing cards at, and landed on the floor. That was a few minutes ago, and she still wasn't awake.
"Did she hit her head on the way down?" Danny asked Kwan as he checked her pulse, it was slowing back to normal, a good sign.
Kwan shrugged. "I don't think so, I didn't really see it."
Sam gave a small moan and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. "Sam?" Danny asked. "Sam? Sam, say something." he said.
Sam slowly tried to open her eyes. "Danny?" she asked, then cleared her throat. "Danny?" she repeated, slowly trying to sit up.
Danny scooted next to her by her side, and placed a hand on her back. "I'm right here Sam, are you okay? You just fainted."
Sam shook her head, placing a hand against her forehead, growling angrily. "I fainted…?" she snapped then crossed her arms, huffing. "Damnit, what IS this? A soap opera? Why do Fairy Tales have to be so dramatic…?"
Kwan looked from Danny to Sam back and forth for a moment, thinking he should say something, but he couldn't think of what. So he kept silent, biting his lip every once in a while when he almost said some random word, just to say something.
"Glad to see you're okay." Danny half joked, then turned to Kwan. "Go get some cold water and a rag." he said.
Kwan nodded and stood up, only to stop when a servant ran into the room. His face was flushed from running, and he was panting. "You're Highness! A man doth claim to have the desired apples!" he wheezed.
Sam's head snapped up. "OkayI'mfinenowlet'sgo!" She said hurriedly as she jumped up. She took a step foreword then paused, feeling the room spin.
Danny grabbed a hold of her arm to steady her. "Come on Sam, you need an escort."
Danny helped her out of the room as the servant fell over with one last wheeze. Sam looked back at the servant. "Umm… let's… just leave him."
"How dare you, in your impudence, try and deceive and make a mockery of the royal court!" A grizzly man shouted, as he threw a screaming guy to the floor.
"WAIT!" Sam yelled, leaning on Danny for support. She had just reached the Court room with Danny to see the man throw someone to the ground. "What happened?"
"This peasant," he shoved a finger towards the man, "has thought himself humorous in his attempt to fool you, Your Highness. He claimed he holds the apples, but only possessed the legs of frogs!"
"That's no reason to knock him to the ground!" Sam snapped. It was then the guy turned to see Sam. "Dash?"
"Manson? Fenton?" he asked.
"On second thought," Danny said. "Throw away! Go on, throw him to the floor!"
The grizzly man kicked Dash's side so he fell down. "Nackk!" Dash piped.
"Danny!" Sam snapped. "Help him up!" she told the grizzly man- who, for purposes to help the author, will now be called Phil.
Phil grabbed Dash's arm and hoisted him up to a sitting position. "Manson? Are you in a… dress?" Dash asked.
Danny couldn't help it. "How dare you address Her Highness with such disrespect! Throw him to the floor!"
Phil shoved Dash back to the ground. "Nackk!"
"Danny!" Sam snapped. "Help him back up." She nodded at Phil.
Dash glared at Danny. "FETON! You're gonna pay for this when we're back to Amity!"
"TO THE GROUND!"
Phil shoved Dash back down. "Nackk!" Looking from Dash to Sam, Phil waited for Sam to tell him to help him back up.
Sam glared at Danny. "DANNY!" she snapped. "Help him up." Once Dash was in a sitting position Sam addressed him. "Dash, did you see anyone else we know back at the village?"
"Yeah, Foley and that Nathan kid."
"Improper addressing! His name is Tucker, THROW HIM TO THE GROUND!" Danny snickered. He'd pay for this later, but it was worth it.
"Nackk!"
"Danny stop it!" Sam snapped at him, she didn't even have to tell Phil to pick him back up this time. "Was there anyone else there?"
"Paulina's a tin person." Dash said, glaring at Danny as he rubbed his abused arm that hit the ground every time he did.
"He's glaring at me! TO THE GROUND!" Danny was laughing now.
"Nackk!"
Sam glared at Danny and resisted the urge to push him, if he went down so did she. "Danny." she said sternly.
Danny frowned, hurt. "Oh come on Sa- Princess Sam! You CAN'T honestly say that isn't funny? HE MAKES A NOISE!" He shoved his hands down at Dash in a motion.
Phil took this as a 'To the ground' motion and shoved him down again.
"Nackk!"
Sam closed her eyes and took in a deep breath through her nose. "Danny. I'm about to hurt you." she said. "Very, very, very, badly."
Danny gulped. "Well… I'm not the one who throws him to the ground!"
Sam sighed and rolled her eyes.
Okay, I decided to just update with what I have so far so you at least have something to read! Expect chapters to be around this length and longer. Now you see why it takes me so long to update? I have to incorporate the story and DP together as one…
It's not as good as I wanted it to be, now that I finished editing it… would anyone like to be my beta also? Someone who can recognise when something is just horribly written and tell me what parts move to fast and need more detail/could use more detail?
Ayyyyy what did I get myself into?
Well… reviews help me!
I'm trying to get a few more stories up and going too so you also have something else to read while waiting for this to be updated.
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Thanks to everyone who reviewed me!
-Spiffy
P.S. Writing snippets makes it easier for me to get stories started. (hint hint)
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