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. Setting: Between 2nd and 3rd books
Chapter 2
Which Includes A Meeting
My intuition was disappointed. The girl didn't shriek or scream or faint or even gasp. She looked a little suprised, but only for a moment. The long dark hair seemed to move in the dim lighting of the old castle, which just added to the sense of mystery. Then she got all thoughtful and seemed to be figuring out the answer to the question of life. (A/N: Which, by the way, is answered in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) After she had thought for several moments, the girl turned very diplomatic, further giving away her princessness, and said, in a very polite voice, "Greetings. I am Cimorene, from the kingdom of Linderwall. I wish you luck and good fortune on all your ventures." This Cimorene had obviously been trained by a dragon. She knew the correct way to greet an unknown creature.
I twitched my tail. There wasn't much else I could do about anything right now. The very rules of procedure and ettiquette demanded... Oh, since when had I ever cared about ettiquette? "What are you doing here, princess?"
Now Cimorene really looked suprised. "How... did you...?"
"Girl, when you've lived as long as I have, some things you're just gonna know. And don't try to get any special treatment out of me, because I don't care a smidgen for such menial things as status." My tail lashed and my eyes narrowed as I gave her a look telling her exactly what would happen to her if she tried. She seemed unflustered, but then, she did have the aura of a dragon princess. "My neice is the one who started your little royal family, and let me tell you, except for the dress, you look exactly as she did on that very fateful day. And I'm not losing my memory. The spell can only be broken by 'no man, nor any but a direct descendant of Kaliximiniona.' Of course, we figured out centuries ago that the spell maker had meant a girl, since they are usually very unlikely to come near an abandoned castle, let alone dare go inside. So, Cimorene, come here and tap my forehead twice, and say 'coretha athlirdfogi gfhaov orhtanv artjnertnewfkj vakjdhsxfgggaiiisifikatailsayoihebba.'"
Cimorene climbed the stairs, tapped my forehead, and said the magic words. With a sprinkling of dirt, and an extremely strong smell of sewege, ...
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