Author: ChibbieTirstanandLancelotsGurlLovR4Ever (Surreal's other, evil
personality)
Rating: R to be safe
Genre: Mary Sue...I mean, Horror
Summary: She's beautiful. She's thin. She's going to change the
destinies of the Knights in a way no one has imagined.
Beta Notes: No Beta. I didn't want to cause the delightful Evil
Jacquie or ScoutLover to flee in terror. Any mistakes are mine and
should be scorned appropriately.
Disclaimer: The original legends are not mine, nor are the characters
from Disney's "King Arthur", whom this particular travesty is based on.
I beg of all those involved with the movie to not hunt me down and
kill me, and my sincerest and deepest apologies to Tristan and Mads.
Notes: This fic was born because of some girls I RP'd with did not
like how I played Tristan, and suggested that he was a tap-dancing
girly-man. So I wrote this as a tribute to them. It will be updated
whenever I am motivated to add to the horror.
Read at your own risk.
Chapter Two:
Strange things can happen when you are unconscious, as Ariel is about to find out. For a strange power surrounded the beautiful Ariel and brought her back in time. Why, you may ask? That question will be answered all in good time, my child. Listen now as Ariel meets her first true love.
"Miss, are you all right?" asked a concerned voice.
Ariel blinked her beautiful eyes open and looked around with confusion. "Miss?" the person asked again. An older man was kneeling beside her. For a moment she was afraid, but she saw then that his eyes were kind and concerned, so she relaxed. For now. If he tried anything funny, she would show him what a black belt in ninja and karate could do.
"I'm fine, I think," Ariel responded in her musical voice. "Oh, my head," she whimpered, touching the tender spot where she had been struck by the Frisbee. The older man helped her to her feet and steadied her as she swayed uncertainly.
"That's quite a bump you have there," he said. "My name is Quintus."
"What kind of name is that?" Ariel wondered, and then realized she was at a dock of some sort, and that almost everyone (even the men) were wearing dresses. But they weren't nice dresses. They did almost nothing for the people's figures and the colors were just awful.
Something would have to be done. But later. Her head ached and she needed to figure out where she was. "Where am I?" she asked Quintus. He smiled in understanding.
"You are in ancient Rome," he explained. "But it's present day Rome for us. Actually, this particular place is port and it's in Britain."
"Oh," Ariel said. Then tears welled up in her eyes. "What shall I do? I don't know where to go."
"Go into the city and look for a man by the name of Rubius Marcus Smith. He will help you."
Ariel committed the name to memory and thanked Quintus. As she started to walk away she noticed a strapping young man with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was tall, had a strong jaw, a chisled face and was strongly muscled. Obviously, this was to be her first true love. She could feel it in the air. She posed beautifully and waited for him to notice her. Though he was but a lowly worker at the docks, Ariel knew that he was the one for her.
Except that he hadn't noticed her yet. He was busy working. Obviously, he was dedicated to whatever task he had his mind on. Oh yes, he would be perfect. Ariel moistened her pouty lips and waited. At last the magical moment happened. He looked up at her and started to smile. Then he froze, and for some reason a look of terror crossed his face.
"A Sue!" he yelled in panic, his blue eyes filled with horror. (( A/N: I don't know what a Sue is, but I've heard that they're bad, so I'm putting one in my story. Lolz!)) Ariel didn't know what a Sue was, but she could tell it was someone she didn't want to meet. She hurried after her love, who let out a sound that suspiciously close to a shriek and fled. Ariel followed closely, determined to protect him from the Sue.
Unfortunately, the young man ran into the path of a wagon that was not obeying the speed limits within the docking area, and he was trampled by the cruelly sharp hooves of the horses, run over by the wagon, and by an empty crate.
"Nooooooooooooo!" Ariel screamed in anguish. She knelt beside her fallen love, and lifted his head so she could clutch it to her busty bosom. "I didn't save you! Just like I didn't save my shoes…and my parents," she added hastily, having nearly forgotten that little detail in her sorrow.
"I will never love again," she added bitterly. "Never!" She pressed sweet kisses to the brow of her dead love, then let his head drop to the ground with a thunk. "I will never get close to anyone again."
Ariel stood then, her beauty only magnified by this most recent tragedy in her short life. Regally she walked toward the city, and no one stopped this woman with the form-fitting clothes and the strange hair and eyes. Such things were apparently quite common in the south of Britain. Ariel bumped into a woman with a wart on her face and one of the workers noticed.
"Witch," he screamed! Immediately a riot broke out and the hapless wart-faced woman was carried off to be burned at the stake. Ariel was unaware of these events, and instead continued on her way. She needed to find this Mr. Smith and speak with him.
After Ariel left, a most surprising thing happened…"Is she gone?" asked the young man whom Ariel had declared as being her one true love.
"Yeah, she's gone," one of his friends replied. The young man sat up slowly and winced. Somehow he had escaped the horses, the wagon, the crate, and being clutched by a Sue with merely a few scratches and bruises.
"Thank God," he said with feeling, and went back over to begin working again.
And so ends the tale of Ariel and her Lost Love.
TBC or I won't write anymore. Oh, and I was thinking that maybe I will change her eye color from blue-violet with silver streaks to green with gold streaks. What do you guys think? Let me know!