Hello Everybody! Welcome back to my stupidity, please enjoy the ride. My buddy RedWolf and I were messing around with the VCR and found that we could play a game and record it, then rewind the tape and watch it all over again. We experimented with Medievil II, and now have ten minutes of Dan running around like an idiot.
The result? A bitch slap in the face by my muse. She loves to do that to me...

Disclaimer: I do not own Medievil, Medievil II, Medievil Resurrection, or any of the characters/locations therein. I do, however, own Princess Teran, her family and backstory, Ethrealmere and Castle Exodis, the RuneBlade, the riddle and lullaby, the Twin Hymns of Heaven and Hell, and Lady Abigail.

I present to you, my first Medievil Fic. Tiny drop of limey-flavored strangeness near the end.

Because Every Hero Deserves a Lady

Chapter 1: Friendly Advice

Daniel stood in front of Megwynne Stormbringer's statue. He waited for a few moments before the cold marble magically transformed into flesh. The once solid Megwynne looked down at Sir Fortesque from atop her pillar. "Well hello, Daniel. What can I help you with?"

Dan fidgeted slightly. He and Megwynne had become rather good friends what little time they had actually got to know each other. Still, sometimes it's just hard to get the words out; even to a friend. "Nothing really. I just wanted to talk with someone."

Megwynne cocked an eyebrow. "Talk? Is there something bothering you, Daniel?"

"I just…need some advice."

Megwynne sat down on her pedestal and rested her chin in her hand. "Ask away."

"You know my story, how I died and was brought back and am now chasing Zarok." the skeletal knight started off. A nod from Megwynne told him to continue. "I know that him killing me and everything else that he's done should give me enough reason to hate him, but…"

"But?" When Dan looked away, understanding sparked in the blonde heroine. "I see. It feels strange, doesn't it; fighting when you can't find a real reason to."

Dan gave a sigh of relief. Good, she didn't think he was an idiot. "No matter how much I rationalize it, I can't see what I'm fighting for."

"What do you think you should be fighting for?" Megwynne asked calmly.

"The freedom of Gallowmere and proof that I did not die a coward." Daniel shrugged. His explanation sounded rehearsed.

Megwynne chuckled. "A textbook answer, my friend. Tell me, do you know any of the people in Gallowmere?"

Dan shook his head. "I died over a hundred years ago. Anyone I knew has long since passed away." And are now one of Zarok's undead puppets, the knight thought to himself.

"Exactly. Now, in life did you have anyone who was close to you? Someone you fought for? A friend?"

Daniel thought. No, he had had no one. The knights under his command weren't true friends, they just followed his orders. They looked up to him and that was all.

The heroine took her comrade's silence to be the answer she needed. "Well then, if not a soldier friend, a lady perhaps?"

Ah, that Daniel did have. She'd danced with him once: Lady Abigail. He had loved her; had wanted to win her over by becoming a hero. It never happened

Seeing Dan's dreamy look, Megwynne continued. "She gave you a reason to fight. You wanted to protect her. Do you see what I'm getting at, Daniel?"

It clicked. "Yes…yes I do. You're saying that what I need now is the inspiration she gave me."

"Or something like it. All you need in a little incentive, something you're willing to risk your life for." Megwynne stood up. "Feeling better?"

Daniel nodded. "Thank you. You give great advice."

As Sir Daniel headed down the stairs, Megwynne called over her shoulder, which was returning to its original state of marble, "Any time, Daniel. Any time. Just remember: Every hero deserves a lady."