::: Chapter 2 ::: 'Cause I've Got A Plan
a/n: Look at me, updating when I said I would like a champ! What's that you say? You didn't think i had that sort of responsibility in me? To be quite honest, neither did I.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the tall green cloaked guy staring at me.
Ok. That's an elf (Legolas, my addled mind supplied, Thranduilion, Greenleaf—), I can deal with that. This is also starting to look suspiciously Tolkien-esque. I can deal with that too.
It's as I suspected. I'm a 10th walker. A Mary Sue in the flesh. And you know what? That's okay.
You know what's not okay? Being a Mary Sue necessitates being female. Which I am decidedly not. Not that anyone let the Universe in on that.
"And who are you, my lady?"
And that was the exact point in time when I came to the stunning conclusion that Charles is not an exceedingly effeminate name.
Go ahead. Doubt my brilliance. Your inevitably encroaching sarcasm will be like water droplets rolling of the feathers of a duck to me. I do not answer to you plebeians. I can take it. I'm made of sterner stuff than anyone ever gives me credit for.
Being made of stern stuff, and with a very knowledgeable and cultured brain in my head—I blanked.
The horse (huge, scary, I don't like horses—) was looking at me strangely, and breathing at me. Horse, what a word. I have (had) a Spanish exam coming up, you know, and horse in Spanish is caballo.
That was the first thing that ran through my poor brain-farted mind, and the first thing that came out of my mouth.
"Caballo," I said, and now it's my name.
