Disclaimer – See the first chapter.
Warning – Stupid humor, eventual f/f romance.
Other – Very sorry about not updating this quickly. I felt that I should finish my other story before picking this up and, well, I didn't foresee the other chapter taking me a few weeks to write. School, also, sucked away my writing time. Magical.
((Beginsubliminalmessage))REal people Vye for Enchanted PrIncesses, Wow. ((Endsubliminalmessage))
So without further ado, here's chapter two.
EDIT – this chapter, and the previous, have been edited for betterness.
Starfire and Beast Boy's first day of travel was marked with fine weather and good spirits. Nights and days passed without problems; Beast Boy entertained Starfire by changing into little animals, she entertained him with stories of her home. Beast Boy, for one was especially delighted with having a companion.
"Man. I love this! Just the two of us out on the road together. Just the two of us!" Her companion was a very cheery young man. He didn't seem to notice that he was a deep shade of green and seemed to think he was quite the lady's man.
"I do suppose that we are on a road." She reluctantly accepted. He was a nice boy, but she couldn't fathom ever kissing such a fellow.
He beamed happily, "Do we know where we're goin'?"
"Sir Mumbo said it was far to the east. There is a castle far, far away guarded by the dread dragon Rorek. It will take us two weeks to get there."
Beast Boy blanched, "Nobody mentioned a dragon!"
She smiled at him, "We shall deal with it when we get there."
"Well, I'll let you take the dragon. I'll kiss the princess." He liked that idea better.
"Why would you kiss her?" Star asked, quite confused.
"Because! Everybody knows that when a Princess is rescued she needs a brave knight's kiss. Duh." Beast Boy nodded sagely.
"So why can I not do the kissing you the dragon?" Star questioned.
"Because I can fly." Beast Boy morphed into his bird form, fluttering around, and returned to being human, "So there."
"But I can fly as well." Star thought of joy and levitated a few feet in the air, "I am equally qualified."
Beast Boy sniffed, "Rock, Paper, Scissors?"
"I do not have these supplies?" Star questioned, confused.
"Aw, nevermind."
They fell into silence as they continued traveling. Over hill, over dale, they hit the dusty trail. They traveled through murky swamps and sunny fields and trickling creeks and rushing rivers.
Two weeks of walking dragged on, but they finally made it to their destination. A mountainous slab of volcano reared up in front of them. As they climbed up the steep path, the smell of brimstone attacked them.
"Oh, gosh!" Beast Boy clutched his nose, "I wish you'd have warned me before lettin' one out."
"That was not me, Friend Beast Boy." Star was busy holding her own nose with one hand.
"Oh sure, blame it on the green child."
They reached the summit of the mountain. Before them was a deep pit of molten lava. In the middle of the lava, balanced on a rocky ledge, loomed the castle, its gothic spirals shooting into the sky. A rickety bridge connected the ledge to the rim of the volcano.
"Hey Star? Remember when you told me that people are like onions?"
Star nodded, "Yes. Why?"
"Well, green changelings don't have any layers. We wear our fear on our sleeves."
"You cannot be telling me you are afraid of heights."
"Not so much the height, but the fact that we'll be on a dangerously broken bridge above a bubbly cesspool of burning lava."
"We'll cross it together, one step at a time."
Beast Boy took a deep breath, "Well, actually, I'm going to fly over it. Bye!" He morphed into a hawk and easily flew across.
Star giggled uneasily. The bridge swung wildly under her first step. Perhaps Beast Boy had the right idea; Quickly, she launched into the air and flew across as well. Beast Boy was relaxing on the other side, leaning against the large wooden door. He straightened up as she rushed over.
"So where is this fire breathing pain in the neck?" Star asked cautiously, trying to calm her racing heart.
"Inside, waiting for us to rescue her!"
Star fixed him with a look that could curdle milk, "I was speaking of the dragon."
The innards of the castle were grimy, grim, and grody. Broken slabs of wall and ceiling littered the ground. Discarded armor, some with bones protruding, leaned against blackened splotches on the walls.
"Are you afraid? 'Cause it's perfectly natural to be scared. It's a natural reaction to a terrifying experience, anybody'll tell you that. You're not scared, are you?" Beast Boy started to stammer nervously, eyeing the broken remains of a skeleton.
"Please, Beast Boy, find the stairs. I am sure that we will find her at the top of a tower."
"Cool! You handle the dragon, I'll handle the stairs. I'll be the Stair Master. Them stairs won't know which way they're going." He wandered away, pushing through a few door ways. "I wish I had a stair right here, right now, I'd step all over it."
A large eye ball peered at him from the ruins. Beast Boy looked at it for a moment, not registering the fact. It blinked once, and he screamed, running in the other direction.
"DRAGON!"
It blew forth a blast of flame, chasing Beast Boy onto the outer wall of the castle. Star quickly flew to his aid, latching onto the beast's tail. It roared angrily, tossing her in the air violently. She flew through the skies, ramming the ceiling of the tallest tower.
Leaving Beast Boy to deal with the dragon, she clattered to the ground. The room was fairly bare. There was a bed resting in the center of the room, the princess's prone form upon it. There was a rug under it, and a desk beside it. A mirror hung above the desk.
But Star ignored all that. Her eyes were glued to the princess. Unbeknownst to Beast Boy and Star, the moment would-be rescuers entered the castle, the dark-haired beauty fell into a deep sleep to ensure that she didn't help the attempt. She lay on her bed, resting easily.
The light from the lava bathed her face with a gentle glow, illuminating her features. She was slim, but not too skinny, with hollow cheeks and high cheek bones. Her nose was slim, large eyes hidden by eyelids. Her lavender hair fanned out around her head, a strand stuck to her lips.
She wore a long, pale purple dress, the sleeves cutting out at each elbow and trailing down her sides. The hem traveled around her left knee and slipped down to the ankle on the right leg.
Star swallowed roughly and took an unsteady step towards the princess.
"Are… are you awake?"
There was no answer, so Star came closer. The princess didn't flinch at all from the intrusion, so Star took it as she was sleeping. Another step, another hesitant cough. Still nothing. Emboldened, Star swept through the rest of the distance, resting at the side of the bed.
"Princess, I have come to rescue you." Star tentatively put a hand on the princess's shoulder. "Please awaken." Perhaps Beast Boy was right. Perhaps she required a kiss.
Time was slipping by. Beast Boy could have been in danger. Star was running out of options, so she cautiously slipped down onto the bed, giving the sleeping girl a chaste kiss.
Her eyes slid shut, and she waited, heart thudding loudly in her ears. Outside, she could hear Beast Boy yelling with the dragon. Inside, she could hear the soft breaths coming from the sleeping girl.
She drew back, nibbling on her lower lip, "Please wake up."
The tower shuddered, and all was quiet. Beast Boy and the dragon were otherwise silently occupied. With nothing else to think about, Star gazed at the princess, willing with every fiber of her being that the princess would wake up.