Theodore, or rather, his twenty year old counterpart, woke up with a pulsing pain in his neck. His grey eyes opened slowly, and gazed at the pale yellow sheets of paper, wondering where he was. Sitting up slowly, he felt his neck and back crack as he stretched.
He glared accusingly at the midday sun ray that had woken him from him from his dream where he was marrying a redheaded girl. Funny, he thought. He didn't even know her name.
Standing up, he looked at his surroundings. Knights quarters. An empty and dull room, with sheets bunched up at the side of the bed, and a journal on the floor. Theodore walked towards it and picked it up skimming through the pages.
Boring, boring, boring, bor- What's this?
He read the fifth to last page.
It was the story of a twenty-one year old guy who drank a green liquid and disappeared. He then woke up in a poor kingdom called Kippernium that had a dragon called Dragon, and a girl who became a knight.
Stupid guy. Girls aren't knights! They're weak, and girly, and all they want is money. Theodore shook his head in disappointment and threw the book into a corner. The spine broke off and the pages spilled all over the floor. Theodore shrugged, and continued to wonder around the room.
He found a note one a pile of clothes and read it out loud to himself.
"Dear Mr. Now-Young-Theodore; I brought you some of my clothes that might fit you. They cost me a lot, so don't get it dirty! Your Loving Pal, Gunther."
Loving pal...? Theodore shrugged and took the clothes, even though the weren't for him. First come, first serve, Theodore, he said in his mind, unaware that his name actually wasTheodore.
The grey tunic fit him perfectly. A bit fancy, but still good.
He walked out the room and into the portion looking over the training yard. Wrong turn, he told himself.
He turned left this time, heading down the stairs, and taking a right. He ended up looking over at the courtyard and the merchant, at the same time. He tried to see if he could recognize the overweight guy, the tall redhead, or the squire. No luck. Shrugging, he went down a flight of stairs and ended up in the royal gardens this time. The overwhelming scent of roses made him sneeze a few times.
Walking into the training yard, going through the stables, he headed towards where the merchant was. He didn't see anyone else other than a blonde guy with a hammer.
"Sirs!" He called out as he got nearer to the trio. "Sirs, do you know where Cristalee is?"
The second to oldest guy looked at the stranger. "I beg your pardon?"
"I woke up and found myself here. I'm not sure where I am, and I'm part of the Cristalee kingdom. My name is Vice. Vice Livevil."
"This is Kippernium," The redhead said.
"Kippernium?" Vice asked. "Kippernium, the place with the girly knight and fake dragon?"
The youngest male spoke up. "Uh, Father, please excuse me while I go talk to...Vice. I think I've seen him near the tavern yesterday." The squire ran towards Vice and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him to the stables, not even waiting for his father to say yes.
"Let go of me," Vice said, tugging his arm away. "Who are you?"
"Gunther Breech, the person who turned you into this. If it hadn't been for the clothes, I wouldn't have recognized you. Sir Theodore, you never told me that you were almost as good looking as me! In no time, Jane will be head over heels for you!" The teen babbled on.