OH GOOD LORD FINALLY.

Summary - Mickey meets a hero-in-training, but can he and Pete become real heros to save the day?

Hades is the dad, by the way. I didn't divide into multiple movies this time, because (despite its inaccuracies) I really love the Hercules movie. Hope you enjoy.

All characters belong to Disney.

Three days later...

"A little unusual, don't you think?"

Back into the woods, the heroes were heading for the city that held Hercule's stadium. It was famous for having dozens of homes, theaters, farms, so on and so forth, but to Minnie's confusion just shown, the town was not given a real name...instead, it was named after a stadium.

"This Hercules must be some guy." Daisy nodded in agreement, looking the map over. As per the norm now, she was in the carriage with Minnie and Goofy. "Maybe this guy should be king."

"Isn't Pete supposed to be next in line?" Minnie asked, pointing out the window to the prince.

"Minnie, dear, if he ever becomes king, I am fleeing the country." Her friend replied drolly, rolling her eyes. "Now, if you ask me..." She suddenly smiled. "I think Mickey would make a great king."

"Me too!" Goofy chimed in, giving a thumbs up. "He's all nice and smart. But, hey, everybody's got a chance."

"I doubt Mickey's...king material." Minnie said softly, leaning back into her seat. "Besides, whoever becomes king would become the ultimate target by The Covenant. I'd hate to see that happen to Mickey."

Daisy leaned in sideways towards the mouse, and lightly poked her arm. "Awww, aren't you sweet." She cooed.

Despite a tint of pink coming on her muzzle, Minnie managed to glare at the poker. "Not like THAT."

Goofy scratched his head, already lost. "Not like what?"

Before anyone could answer his obvious question, a loud screech came from the shadows of the trees! The horses whinnied in fright, kicking up their legs...and soon the riders joined their fear, as a giant behemoth stepped into the daylight...a large hog, it appeared, brown and black in color, it's tusks gleaming in the sun. It scuffed the ground with one hoof, and then let loose an angry bellow deep from its throat. It's glaring eyes bore straight into the heroes and horses.

"...Nice piggy?" Donald squeaked out, timidly waving his fingers.

The eyes seemed to widen, and its next roar seemed to be louder than the last. It backed up a few feet, but then began full on charging straight ahead!

"I don't think it likes being called a pig." Mickey quipped, frozen with fear.

"I don't like being called 'dead meat' either, so let's RUN!" Pete screamed, yanking on his reigns to try and steer his steed away, but Altivo was wrestling with the weight he had to carry. The carriage couldn't be backed up, and Pegasus, much like his rider,was too afraid to move an inch, with Pluto cowering between his legs. Donald shrieked, and hid behind his hands, unable to face the goring that would come...

"HERO-IN-TRAINING, COMING YOUR WAY!"

From the trees, a young man jumped on the top of the carriage, right behind Donald. His curly orange hair enhanced his crystal blue eyes, and his tight armor only seemed to prove that this was a noble man. He tossed his blue cape behind him, and then leaped forward, arms outstretched, landing right on the hog's snout. The boar wildly shook his head, trying to shake the brave one off, but it did no good. With a grunt, the warrior climbed over the beastly face, until he was sitting on its shoulders. With a proud smile, he leaned over, and began to scratch the monster's left ear. "Who's a good warthog?" He murmured. "Pumba's a good warthog..."

With a drowsy smile, the beast began to lay down, closing its eyes and waving its small tail. Dusting off his hands, he slid off and stood on the ground. He smiled at the stunned group, cheerful as ever. "You folks okay?"

"That depends." Donald opened one eye, but still had his face covered with his hands. "Is it safe to look?"

"That was amazing!" Mickey interrupted, jumping from his horse and running up to the fighter. He beamed up at him in wonder. "We can't thank you enough!"

"Ah, it's what a hero's supposed to do." The young man replied bashfully, but paused. "...Well, hero-in-training, but the point's made." He offered a hand to his new friend. "The name's Hercules."

"Oh, I'm Mickey Mouse." The rodent quickly replied, eagerly shaking his hand, although it began to slow down with realization. "...Wait a minute. Hercules..." He gasped, jaw nearly gaping. "You don't mean the one the Stadium is named after?!"

The trainee's face turned red, and he emitted a nervous chuckle. "...Well...yeah...I guess word spreads..."

'Yeah yeah yeah, big hero, save the day, famous stadium." Pete grumbled, trying to steer the attention towards himself, as per the norm. "If you two are gunna stand there yapping, you might as well lead us to the darn place!"

Hercules raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Heading to my home-town, huh? I'll be glad to lead you there...helping the lost is part of the duty of a hero-in-training!" He turned around, and began to walk. The horses began to valiantly follow him.

Donald glanced to the sleeping giant. "Heh. Serves you right, pig!"

One of Pumba's eyes snapped open, and Donald quickly hid himself under Spirit's belly.

The city almost seemed to sparkle, as sunlight reflected off of various marble structures. Pillars, grand buildings, and even the sidewalks seemed to have a certain glow to them. As Hercules walked, people nearby would bow to him, throw gifts into his arms, and practically kiss his feet. He would simply nod a thank you to each person, showing off a winning smile.

"Hey, Herc, what's with this 'in-training' stuff?" Mickey asked, watching the admirers pass by. "These people worship the ground you walk on...if that's not a hero, I don't know what is!"

"Oh, being a hero is more than just being a celebrity." Hercules pointed out, spreading his arms. "It's about protecting the innocent, and making the world a better place for everyone. It takes a lot to live up the fame and glory."

"But you gotta admit, the fame and glory is pretty good!" Pete sneered, rubbing his hands greedily.

The trainee groaned. "That's not what I...oh, never mind. You can all stay at the Stadium tonight, it's a makeshift home."

If they thought the city was glamorous, the stadium was like a piece of heaven had been chipped off. It seemed to span hundreds of feet, with thousands of seats, grand draperies and leathering, and majestic paintings everywhere the eye could see. As they approached the front entrance, a crowd had formed, ecstatic in delight.

"Is it true, Hercules?" A little boy cried out. "Did you defeat the giant warthog?"

He shyly looked down, shaking his head. "Er...I wouldn't say defeat..."

The crowd merely screamed with excitement, chanting about the latest victory.
"Hercules has slain the dangerous warthog!"
"All hail Hercules!"
"Hurray for Hercules!"

Pete, however, had just enough about enough of someone else hogging his spotlight. Giving Altivo a kick, he managed to step forward, and cleared his throat loudly. "I don't want to get you all droolin' or nothin', but your city just got a little better...I'm Prince Pete Khan, passing by on my way to become king!"

Silence. After an awkward moment, the little boy glanced to an elder. "Who's Prince Pete?"

The elder shrugged. "I didn't know King Khan had a son."

Clutching his reigns furiously, Pete began to snarl. "I AM Khan's son! And the next ruler of England! Just you all wait...I'm gunna pull that sword out, and you're all going to be sorry! YOU HEAR ME?! I'M THE GREATEST HERO AROUND, NOT THIS DOPE!" With harder kick to Altivo, he barged through the crowd, angrily storming into the stadium. His growls of unappreciated agony echoed throughout the halls.

Mickey groaned in embarrassment, rubbing his face a little. "Never thought I'd see a horse with two rear ends."

Hercules laughed nervously, trying to quell the situation. "He probably just needs some time to blow off steam...listen, why Donald can put away the horses, the girls can go shopping, and I'll give you a tour of the stadium. What do you say, Mickey?"

The mouse instantly seemed to brighten, giving a thumbs up. "That sounds like a great idea!" He cheered, nodding enthusiastically. He then glanced to his friends, as they exited the carriage. "You all have fun!"

"Sure thing, Mick!" Goofy gave a thumbs up, following the women. "I'll make sure they don't spend too much!"

"What's that supposed to mean? Daisy glanced back at the wizard. Mickey and Hercules quickly made tracks before they could witness THAT disaster.

It had been a few hours, and the sun was beginning to settle. Pete was gorging his misery on an endless banquet, while Hercules lead Mickey through the grand hallways. During the trip, the two had swapped their stories, drawing inspiration from each other. "That really sounds like a noble quest, Mickey!" Hercules complimented, stopping at a window to glance outside. "Pete may not exactly be my main choice to be king, but I support your effort."

"Thanks, Hercules...I think." The mouse shrugged, and leaned on his tiptoes to try and catch a glimpse of the view. "What're you looking at?"

Startled, the trainee's face turned red, and he looked away. "...Uh...well...it's nothing..." Yet he shyly waved a hand below, where there was a perfect view of the marketplace. Among the dozens of shoppers, including a good look at Goofy and the girls, was a beautiful brown-haired maiden, glancing through fruits and vegetables. "But do you see that girl in the purple dress?"

Mickey nodded, with a bit of a smile. "Is she your girl?"

If he could go redder, the warrior did. "...I wish." he sighed tragically. "Her name's Megara. I've been trying to court her, but her father's a bit...picky. He says I can't be her boyfriend unless I become a hero. Unfortunately, he's the one who gets to decide that, and so far, he says I'm still a trainee."

"Aw, shucks, that sounds unfair." Mickey replied with a frown, looking back to the crowd. "And you're working so hard..."

"Yeah, but it's worth it!" Hercules said quickly, with a sudden joy to his voice. His eyes glimmered, gleaming down at his sweetheart. "I've never felt like this before...it's like her smile makes the world shine!"

Mickey tried to follow his gaze, but his eyes fell upon the female mouse, who was trying on a new bow, and giggling as she did. "...Her smile, huh?"

"Oh, yes! And she's just so beautiful, you could swear that that the angels are jealous!"

"...Beautiful..." Mickey murmured, resting his head on his hands, watching Minnie finish tying a knot.

"And what a kind soul...she makes my heart feel like it has wings!"

"...Wings..." He blissfully smiled, admiring how her hair flowed in the petite bow, and how wide her smile had become. Anything else Hercules said became mute, as he became entranced by her little fashion display. What he wouldn't give to run his hand through that silky hair, and hear her giggle...

...he was finally jostled when a muscular hand waved in front of his face. "Hello, Mickey, anyone home?"

The squire yelped, and stepped back. "Ah...oh...w-whoops...sorry..."

Hercules glanced outside , then back to his friend, with a devious smirk. "Oh, I see."

"...S-see what?" he stammered, trying to hide his deep blush with his hands.

"Good luck, fellow lovestruck hero-in-training." He chuckled, beginning to walk away.

"L-Lovestruck?! What's that s-supposed to mean?! Hey, come back here and explain!"

At the market, Daisy had begun to whine, gazing at the lovely mirror that rested on a furnished table. It was coated with jewels and gold, but to her dismay, it was way out of price range. "That's not fair..." The duck cried, wringing her hands. "How will Donald marry me if I don't know when I'm not looking pretty?"

"Looks aren't everything." Goofy advised, but that only caused Daisy to wail louder.

"Are you saying I'm not pretty NOW?"

"...Uh...Minnie?"

"Oh, no, I'm not getting into this."

Suddenly, a hand slapped down a red bag of coins. The buyer was a tall, beautiful brunette, her ponytail blowing in the breeze. "I'll buy it." She sighed, looking a little aggravated. "But, really, do you want to marry a guy who will only be with you for your looks? Those fade...love doesn't."

If she listened, Daisy didn't show it, happily grabbing the mirror and grinning at her appearance. "Oh, why thank you!"

Minnie rolled her eyes, nervously looking up. "We're very sorry about this, miss..."

"Megara." She finished, with a snap. "Call me Meg...and my father practically owns this city, money's not a problem. Everything else is."

"What do you mean by that?" The wizard asked, cocking his head to a side.

Meg sighed, twirling her ponytail around her finger. "My father's a bit overprotective...he says he wants what's best for me, but I think he cares more about the people he rules over than me."

"I've been there." Minnie said softly, looking down. Daisy looked over, curious, but couldn't ask when the mouse quickly talked again. "Well, we're still in our gratitude. If there's any way we can repay you, let us know...we're staying at Hercule's Stadium."

The brunette raised her eyebrows. "Staying with wonder boy, huh? All I want is to you to keep your hands to yourself, if you know what I'm saying."

"Oh, we wouldn't think of hitting him!" Goofy objected, ignoring the blank stares that followed.

"Don't worry, Meggy, we're preoccupied." Daisy chuckled, linking arms with Minnie. "We've got big boys of our own."

"Daisy, for the last time, Mickey and I are not - "

"So is big daddy not letting you date?" Daisy interjected, ignoring any denials.

"That's an understatement." Meg groaned, holding her head. "Wonder boy's doing everything he can, even putting his life in danger, but dad still says no. I just wish there was a way to prove Hercules is a hero!"

Goofy sympathetically pat her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll find a way, Meg. We'll all be rooting for you!"

With an uncomfortable smile, Meg backed up. "Thanks...I should get going, before Dad pops a gasket." She gave a wave, and headed off.

"That poor thing." Daisy cooed, looking over herself in the mirror once more. "Parents should never put such pressure on their children."

"...No." Minnie murmured. "They shouldn't."

Night fell on the unnamed city. Everyone was tucked into their beds, sleeping away the tension that had occurred that day. However, Mickey began to stir, and then opened his eyes. Crawling out of his white sheets, and smacked his lips, having a sudden desire for a glass of water. He hobbled out of the guest room, and walked down a hallway, looking for a kitchen. In his sleepy state, he didn't realize someone was in his way until he bumped right smack into Donald. Both shouted, and then stepped back. "Donald?"

"Watch where you're going..."He grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Why are you up?"

"I've been looking for the bathroom for an hour. This place is too big...and I keep falling asleep and dreaming of monsters..."

Mickey tilted his head. "Monsters?"

"Yeah. I keep hearing this big, loud roar...I also dreamed the ground shook."

The squire suddenly felt movement under his feet. He glanced down, and then back up to his friend. "...Donald, I don't think you're dreaming."

If this needed any conformation, a monstrous howl slammed into their ears, repeating in echoes across the stadium. When it passed, Donald's white face had amazingly gotten paler. "...Well, I may not have to go the bathroom anymore."

"Come on, Donald!" Mickey shouted, running away. "We have to see what that was!"

"We HAVE to?"

The two made their way to the entrance, where an awakened Hercules already stood. He managed to open the doors, and look outside. "What in the world is going on?!"

A flash of purple and red ran by the trio, screaming herself hoarse.

"...So that was Meg?" Donald asked as she flew by.

Another runner came, a dark skinned man with wavy blue hair and black robes, looking and screaming just as frantic.

"...And I'm going to take a guess that was her dad." Mickey added, watching the parade of fear.

Finally, the thunderous roar came once more, along with the rumbling of the earth below. The three heads looked up, to witness a hideous, violet-scaled monster with an elongated neck and dripping fangs, stomping down merchants stalls as it made its way through. It swung its massive had into the stadium, managing to knock down a few rooms and turning them into boulders.

" And THAT must be the roaring, stomping thing." Hercules finished, his eyes wide with fear.

With a sudden turn, Meg dashed towards the trainee, nearly falling into his arms. "Herc! You have to stop that thing!"

The father nearly bumped behind her, looking desperate. "Herc, wonder boy, big hero man, whaddya say about LETTING US IN?!" he snapped, nearly aflame with impatience.

"Oh, right of course!" Hercules stepped aside, letting the two in. "But the monster seems to be heading for the arena inside the stadium...Mickey,Donald, make sure the others are okay! I'll handle this!" With that order given, he began to run deep inside.

Meg suddenly glared at her father, fists curled. "If he defeats the monster, will he be a hero?"

"He can be a tuna sandwich for all I care, I just wanna live!" He barked right back, looking for a safe room.

Mickey desperately looked to Donald. "We can't let Hercules face that thing alone!"

"What's this WE you keep going on about?"

The squire looked in the direction Hercules had run toward, and then back to the fowl. "Sorry, Donald...I have to go help! Please, lead everyone to safety!" Before the stable boy could object, the mouse was gone.

In the arena, the monster was tearing everything apart with its teeth, hissing and roaring with a deadly force. To the surprise of Hercules and Mickey, Pete was there first, brandishing his trusty blade.

"Pete, what are you doing?!" Mickey cried ot in exasperation. "You'll get killed!"

"You wish!" The prince snarled, holding his weapon high. "If this city needs a REAL hero so badly, I'll give 'em one!" He then shook his sword at the devouring beast. "Hey, you! Come on, I aint afraid of you!"

The monster looked down at the puny cat, and licked its lips, ready for a good meal.

"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! COME ON DOWN! I'M THE NEXT KING OF ENGLAND, AND I'M NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING!"

As if taking the challenge head on, the scaled one roared once more, and lowered its head near the prince. It opened its jaws, ready to take a big bite out of more than just his ego. Despite his earlier war cry, Pete closed his eyes out of fear, and wildly swung his sword about...

...In what could only be described as literal dumb luck, neck met blade, and the large head was now rolling on the ground, the body immobile. Slowly, Pete opened his eyes, and then his jaw dropped, seeing the slain remains. Hercules and Mickey had to rub their eyes to believe what they had just seen. Pete, however, didn't take long to stare, as he triumphantly turned around, his hands on his hips. "HA! I told you I could do it! This proves I'll be the future king! You can all now start bowing down and kissing the ground I walked on!"

Mickey was about to make a compliment, but he caught something behind Pete. Terrified, he tried to point. "P...P...P...Pete..."

"Yup, that's right, keep chanting my name!"

Hercules seemed to catch on, as he also looked horrified, and made a motion towards the body. "Your highness..."

"A-huh, you're one and only king, that's me!"

Hot breath suddenly sweat down Pete's back, and the annoyed royal figure turned around. "HEY, I'm trying to rub my nose in their...faces..." His face fell,and his arms fell...as he now gazed into not one, but two heads, each one equally fierce. "...Mama."

Each one roared at him, nearly blowing him away. Pete screeched and shut his eyes again, rapidly flailing his sword again.

"Pete, stop!" Mickey called out, holding his hands out. "You're making it worse!"

Indeed, as dead heads rolled on the ground, new ones began to sprout. By the time Pete could take a breath, there were more heads than Pete could count. (Not that this is an impressive feature, but it was still plenty of heads.)

"Okay, I give." Pete quickly dropped his sword. "YOU can have the throne, mister monster!" he then turned around, and ran right out of the arena, unable to stop screaming. Hercules and Mickey stared at each other, stunned at how quickly the situation had gotten from bad, to worse, to screwed.

Since the pest was gone, the many headed monster resumed its wreckage, ripping the building apart with a newfound glory. Hercules clenched his teeth, growing frustrated. "How are we supposed to kill it, if it keeps growing a new head?"

"We can't give up now, Hercules!" Mickey cried, trying to think. "There's more than one way to skin a cat!"

The trainee looked to his friend. "Wow, do you hate Pete that much?"

"It's just a saying, Hercules..."

"I know, but still, that's pretty - " The conversation was interrupted by several roars at once, as the hydra realized it had another chance for a meal. It began to stomp towards them, each fang glistening in the moonlight. "You know, we can continue this at a better time."

"Agreed." With that settled, the two began to run for their lives. However, with the multiple heads after them, they constantly had to duck, zigzag, and weave, unable to make it out of the arena. As the chase wore on, Mickey spotted the fallen blade, and after a roll on the ground, managed to grab it. "What can I do with this, if cutting the head won't work..." He quickly had to run again, or else be made into a snack. "I don't know how much longer I can run!" he shouted. "My heart's going to explode!"

Suddenly, his eyes widened. Heart...?

"HERCULES!" The squire shouted, running towards his friend. "I have an idea, but I need your help!"

"That's what a hero-in-training is for!" He shouted back, trying to get to his companion. "What's the plan?"

"No time to explain, just throw me under his belly, and then distract him!" Mickey flailed, trying to keep up with Hercules.

"What?! But you could be stomped flat!"

"Please, just trust me!"

Hercules looked to the hydra, then to his friend, and then shrugged. "If you say so!" he then took Mickey by his hand, and began swinging him around like a javelin. After a few spins, he finally let go, sending the squire flying and skidding right under the monster's belly. Then, to complete the plan, he waved his arms, and yelled at the top of his lungs. "Hey, ugly! You have have a lot of heads, but at least my single one looks good!"

Enraged, the beast sent all its heads towards the trainee, who began running around in circles. He did trip once, and a fang manage to make its way across his arm, leaving a nasty wound. However, he continued to wobble on, believing in Mickey.

As for the mouse, he looked up at the purple stomach, and swallowed. He hoped the inside anatomy wasn't as strange as the outside...He took a giant breath, and shoved the sword upwards. Miraculously, it hit the intended mark...the heart.

With a violent shudder, the hydra began to slow down, and stumble on its feet. Its roars began to quiet down, and then stop completely, before flopping over on its side. Hercules gazed at the wonder, and wiped sweat off of his brow. "...Wow. And he's the squire?"

"HERCULES!" Came a horrified cry, as Meg ran out to the arena, followed by her father and the rest of the gang. She grabbed onto his bleeding arm, tears jilting her eyes. "You're hurt!"

"Huh...?" He looked down at his arm, and seemed to notice the injury for the first time. "Oh, that? It's nothing, Meg..."

"It's not nothing, Hercules!" Meg snapped, looking hysterical. "And what happened to the mouse?...Oh, none of this was supposed to happen!"

Startled, Donald looked over at Meg, suspicious. "Wait...what do you mean by that?"

"Oh, she means she made a deal with a witch to let a monster roam here." Goofy said, rather pleasantly.

Daisy gaped at the sorcerer, her beak slack jawed. "...You know, that future-reading thing would really come in handy if you told us these things BEFORE they happened."

"Aw, Daisy, what's life without surprises?"

"Wait, wait, uno momento, por favor, can we slow down here?" The father asked, shaking his hands as he speedily talked. "Meg, sweetie, honey baby doll...is this true?"

Looking hurt, the brunette hung her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "...I'm sorry..." She whispered. "...But a few days ago, a woman in purple, and wearing horns, she came to me...she said if I lead this monster to the stadium, it would prove Hercules was a hero. I didn't know it'd cause so much damage..."

"W-where's Mickey?" Minnie suddenly interrupted, approaching Hercules. She almost looked ready to cry as well, her hands to her lips. "Is he..."

"Oh, I wouldn't call him down for the count just yet!" Goofy grinned, and pointed toward the deceased beast.

Out from under the belly, two tiny gloved hands began to cling out. Clutching onto the ground, the squire managed to pull himself, and finally stood. A little wobbly, he managed to smile, and give a thumbs up. "Hi everybody!"

A cheer rose up from the group as he walked over, celebrating his victory. Daisy slapped his arm, although clearly giddy. "You have to stop scaring me like that, I'll get wrinkles!"

"You know, you only won because I weakened it." Pete snorted, crossing his arms.

"Mickey..." Meg motioned softly, slowly looking up. "I'm so sorry...I never meant for you to get involved."

The mouse merely smiled, pushing his hat up a little. "It's all right, Megara. I know you didn't mean for this."

She then looked to Hercules, trying to ind the words. "And...and Herc...I..."

"It's okay, Meg." He put his arms around her, and held her. "I forgive you. You were trying to help me...but...please...don't ever put people at risk again, all right?" He touched her cheek. "I would have waited years and years to be enough of a hero to be with you."

"Oh...Wonder Boy..."

"ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT ALREADY!" The father moaned, his face growing red with frustration. "Sheesh, if this got any mushier, I was gunna need a barf beg...Meg baby, do you really love him?" After a nod, he looked to Hercules. "And you, you're gunna take care of her?"

"Of course, sir!"

"Good. But, you ever make her cry, and it's back to 'in-training'!" He spat, sneering snobbishly.

Overjoyed, Megara and Hercules held each other, before locking eyes, and then lips, in a loving embrace. Embarrassed, the animals began to walk away, ready to head back to their rooms, or what was left of them.

"You know, that's the second time someone's said they've seen someone in purple robes..." Goofy pondered out loud, rubbing his chin.

"And she's got horns too, from what Meggy said." Daisy added. "We've got a very powerful witch on our hands..."

"Do you think she could be the Queen?" Donald asked, looking afraid.

"I don't think we should jump to conclusions..." Minnie advised, glancing at Mickey to see if he was well.

"I'm all for jumping!" Pete interjected, wagging a finger. "Thanks to that thing, my sword is gone...obviously, the Queen fears my power!"

With a swallow, Minnie tried to speak again. "But..." She nearly jumped, feeling Mickey's hand touch hers.

"...It's okay, Minnie." He smiled at her. "Queen or not, we'll get to Camelot, and your mother. I promise."

Her cheeks tinted, Minnie stared at him, before a slow curve came to her lips, making her smile as well. "...Thank you..."

Pete coughed as loud as he could, barging in between the two. "Come on, Minnie, I'll guard you back to your room!" Without waiting for her consent, he grabbed her hand, and dragged her away.

Mickey frowned, but shrugged it off, heading back to his room. Goofy came to his side, and tapped his head. "I may not know much about a hero-in-training, but you sure proved to be a hero tonight!"

The squire blushed a little, and chuckled. "Thanks, Goofy...but I couldn't do it without my friends!" He headed off, and the wizard smiled.

The sorcerer then paused, focusing for a moment. The vision had come and gone in a moment, but it was more than enough to make him grin. "Gwarsh...I never would have thought."

End Of Chapter Eight.