A/N: I'm sorry that the title sucks, but I couldn't think of another one. This probably wont work out So im going to write the first proper chapter. I don't own Shrek! Though I do own John! Like? Don't like? Please tell me in a review.

So here goes…

Chapter 1 Fiona's lucky day

The sun rose over the dragon's keep and a golden light surrounded a person inside. It was Princess Fiona. She got up out of her bed and stared at the tapestry on her wall. She sighed and pulled it up revealing the thousands of lines crossed out, lost days, ones she would never get back. She thought back to her first day at the tower, a seven year old and now at twenty one, her chances of her knight in shining armour rescuing her were getting smaller and smaller everyday. Reluctantly she grabbed the chalk and crossed another day off, she didn't know how many more days would be like this. Morning – transform back to human, cross another day off, eat. Afternoon – get bored, look out the window as if some gorgeous prince in the form of Justin Timberlake would show up. Evening – get transformed back into an ogress, eat, read a few books. Night – cry herself to sleep, another day gone.

She trembled slightly as she had just had a horrible thought – what if, she never gets rescued? What if, before she knew it, there was no days left? What if, everyone forgot about her and she would be left to rot away and die in the keep? Her life was a big question, a question of What If? She let a single tear escape from her eye, and held her locket in her hands. Maybe if she made a wish to get rescued, just maybe, a noble knight would show up sometime soon.

A strong and handsome boy of about 23 stood next to his father in front of his bedroom mirror in their cottage in their farm, on the outskirts of Far Far Away . He had flowing blond hair and ocean blue eyes. His name was Charming.

"Dad are you sure that I look ok in this armour?" he asked his father in a English accent.

"You look absolutely splendid! Now go and collect your horse!" his father, John replied in the same accent. Now, John was a farmer. He wasn't from royalty and he wasn't rich. He had short greyish-white hair and the same eyes as his son. His wife was a lovely lady called Penelope, but sadly she died suddenly of a unknown illness leaving John widowed, and Charming without a mother.

"W-wait, I have a horse? Since when?" Charming asked shocked but excited at the same time.

"Well since your in your twenties now, I cant exactly buy you presents of Noble Knightator of Frostonia action figures could I? " he said grinning.

"Dad this is AMAZING! And its not even my birthday!" Charming said throwing his arms around his father in a hug. His dad was his best friend and they were really close.

"Its ok son, you have to ride on something to rescue your princess eh?" John said returning his sons embrace though Charming pulled away wincing at the thought of blistering winds and scorching deserts and of course, the spooky dragons keep. Sure, he fell in love with Fiona's picture the first time he saw her and he wanted to marry her, spend the rest of his life with her and love her forever, but he also thought of the down side of it all. What if I don't make the journey? What if the dragon eats me? What if I slay the dragon, climb to the highest room of the tallest tower to find out that Fiona doesn't think he's good looking and doesn't love him? This quest was going to be a big question, a question of What If? He looked at his father, the man who had given up everything to give his son a good upbringing. The man who had made him into the strong and gorgeous man he was. He nearly burst out crying but he didn't want to lose his pride in front of his father. With one last brief hug, Charming hopped onto his horse and started the journey which determined his future, not only the future that he would share with his princess, but whether he has a future and does not fail the task set for this quest.

After his son had ridden off into the forest, John walked up to the castle. He and Harold were close friends since they were young, they both lived in the kingdom, Far Away (A/N: sorry I couldn't think of a better name). They were both just normal boys, nothing royal or special about them, just two boys and best friends. They attended the same school until they were 14, where Harold suddenly grew ill and was home schooled. Though John was never quite as certain as the other people in the kingdom about him being ill. He had heard rumours about him everywhere, probably all nonsense. But there was one that stood out to him, the one the wise old lady who sits outside the theatre everyday told him. It was about a curse placed upon him to become a frog. This made John wonder, whenever he got to speak to him (through his door) he always seemed a bit croaky. (A/N: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH CROAKY! GET IT, YOU KNOW BECAUSE HE'S A FROG? YEAH? Maybe not then… anyway) The next time he saw him was at his wedding, where he married the princess of Far Far Away, Lillian. She had golden hair and glistening blue eyes, John had always thought of her as beautiful. To be honest, he always thought Harold was lucky to have Lillian, he was never a hit with the ladies, with his messy brown red hair, brown eyes and oversized stomach. Then they had a daughter. John would always wonder why Fiona was cursed, but he didn't have to for long as he asked the wise old woman – she was becoming his grandmother really. She said that its because after he banished a witch called Wincheldia from the kingdom, she set a curse on his first born daughter. The other thing he didn't get was how Harold was suddenly 'better' when he married Lillian. The old woman's reply was that Lillian broke his curse by kissing him. That was the last time he saw that woman. Apparently she had been burned at the steak for apparently being a witch, somehow John knew she wasn't a witch, but too late now eh? He snapped out of his daydream and carried on to the castle humming a merry tune.

When he reached the castle, Lillian and Harold were sitting down drinking what John assumed to be tea.

"oh hello John! What brings you here this wonderful morning old pal?" Harold said standing up greeting his friend.

"just to say that Charming set off just now, he'll be there by Tuesday." John said proudly as a vision of his son and Fiona crept into his mind.

"fantastic!" Harold said and Lillian agreed with a nod.

Tuesday morning…

There it was, A nightmare for anyone – the dragon. Charming gulped and walked across the rickety bridge not daring enough to look down at the bubbling lake of lava below. The dragon looked asleep, but you never know I suppose. He crept up behind the beast, his sword drawn, ready to strike until he heard a deafening roar. He was dragon food. Charming screamed and ran into a corner, huddled against a wall. As the dragon approached him, he saw that the beast wasn't actually going to hurt him. 'what?' he thought. Instead, the dragon just sighed. It held up its arms and made all different types of movements, which Charming apparently understood.

"me… bored… alone… Fiona… need… rescue… me need… break… from… this" Charming said as the dragon nodded. Suddenly it flew away, leaving charming stunned. He walked wearily up the stairs of the tallest tower and opened the door of the room carefully. He looked before him, curtains and behind them, the faint silhouette of a woman. He approached the bed and pulled back the curtains to see a beautiful princess asleep.

He bent down slowly and shook her shoulder gently.

"mmm.. what?" she said in a american accent. As she opened her clear blue eyes and saw who it was, without warning she threw her arms around him and kissed his lips. A gold light surrounded Fiona – true loves form. Charming was her true love?

"so er whats your name?" she asked

"Charming, Charming smith." He said shyly.

She cleared her throat and said " Sir Smith, I pray that you take this favour as a token of my gratitude"

Charming took the handkerchief and scooped her up in his arms.

"you can go back to sleep now" he said as she closed her eyes. He rode back home on his horse with Fiona asleep in his arms, in the hope that they could get married tomorrow.

A/N: what you think? Not bad? And er, just gonna say that well they get married and well I'm not gonna explain the wedding and definitely not what they did on their wedding night this is a T fic. Please review and tell me what you think & stay tuned for the next chapter :) ~iPurpleheart xx