Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter one

One day, some men heard of a mighty red beast entrapping a poor princess within its grasp.

An American knight, a French noble man and a Russian trader….

Each wanted something different from the tower. They all searched for the tower and eventually found it and its occupants.

The American knight was the first one to reach the tower.

He approached the tower confidently in a gleaming steel chain mail and amour with a beautiful sword and a glistening red, blue and white shield. He had soft blonde hair that was like the sun and deep sapphire eyes that reflected the ocean perfectly. He was tanned from spending a lot of time outside training and his body showed the evidence. He also had an arrogant and proud aura that told people he was confident in himself.

He called up to the only small window in the tower.

"Hey! Princess! My name is Sir Alfred! I'm here to rescue you and be a hero. Can you let down your long golden hair so I may climb it?"

You can imagine the blonde's surprise where instead of a cute princess sticking her dainty little head out of the small window; it was a man with thick eyebrows and a scowl. He was pale with wheatish hair, bright green eyes and a pale green dress that matched them. He also decidedly looking pissed off. He was still beautiful though.

"What did you call me?"

"Dude! It's a dude! In a dress?"

"Hmpft!" The prince huffed angrily.

"I thought you were a beautiful princess!"

"Sorry to disappoint! Just go away you wanker! Before you get killed you idiot!" The blonde prince soon disappeared back inside the tower.

"No! Wait! I'm sorry! I was just surprised!" The prince re-appeared shyly.

"Really?..."

"Yeah! So… What's your name then?"

"Prince Arthur…"

"I'm Sir Alfred F Jones! And I'm going to save you from this tower! So pass down a rope or something!"

"If I had a rope, do you think I would still be in here!"

"Oh… Good point… I'll just climb it then." Sir Alfred slowly began scaling the tower. He noticed it was fairly ancient and there was moss in the cracks. He used the gaps between the stones to climb up it easily. Whilst climbing, he continued talking.

"Can I call you Artie?"

"Bloody hell! No way!" His reply was largely ignored.

"So Artie, why are you here anyway?" Arthur was watching the blond worriedly while scowling at the nickname.

"My stupid brother thought it would be funny to lock me in a tower full of women's clothing…" He muttered loudly so Alfred could hear but it was obvious how embarrassed he was.

"Your brother?"

"Yes. My older brother, Iain. Though I don't think we are completely related." The knight was now half way up.

"Huh? Really? Why?"

"Oi! Ye. Whit dee ye think yer deeing on meh tower?" He looked up past the blonde to see a pale, tall red head, standing on the roof in plain peasant clothing. He was glaring down at the blond.

"Uh…"

"Oi! You git! When are you going to let me out of this tower?"

He smirked slightly. "Dinnae ken. We'll see." He turned back to Alfred. "So whit dee ye think yer deeing?" He demanded again.

"Are you his brother? You locked him in here? The rumours said it was a dragon that did it."

"Aye. I'm tha dragon." The American looked puzzled.

"Where's your scales and wings and tail and… stuff…"

"Stuff huh?... I guess I can show ye… I haffnae eaten any gud tasting knights recently…" He licked his lips slightly.

Arthur started shouting for Alfred to get away and run but the blonde was too distracted from the sight before him.

The bright red hair seemed to spread, smoothing over and hardening into gleaming, red scales. His body grew and changed shape, ripping the fabric of his clothes so it fell away uselessly around him. Fangs and black claws grew and he glared down at the man with the same bright emerald eyes as his human form. He had two black horns twisting from his head. He had a silver necklace around his red neck.

He was enormous; slightly bigger than an elephant. His thick claws dug into the tile roof, dislodging some of the looser tiles. The brown, mossy tiles rained down and Alfred clung closer to the tower.

The dragon moved forward slightly. Something twitched on his back and the knight soon realised it was a pair of large scaly wings. They stretched out before folding into his back again. A tail whipped around for balance as the dragon climbed down the tower quickly.

His claws made it easy to grip into the stones on the tower as they easily dug into the stone. The blonde knight was frozen, staring in amazement at the magnificent creature. Suddenly he felt water splash down onto his head. He looked up confused at the prince in the light green dress who was holding an empty bucket.

"Run you wanker!" The knight gaped slightly before a tremor from the dragon's movements through the tower, forced him to lose his grip. He hit the grassy ground with surprising softness for the high height.

The dragon jumped down, landing on the ground beside him with ease. The red beast snarled at him and took a step forward, circling him a little. He snapped his jaws at the knight as the blonde drew his sword. He pointed it at the dragon who smirked in return.

The creature lunged forward, easily knocking aside the sword which bounced uselessly off of the red scales. A burst of scarlet fire forced the knight back. The American was refusing to retreat but at this rate he might end up dead. He had no idea it was so hard to fight a dragon.

The giant lizard was fast, amazing strong (even compared to him who was the strongest in his class at knight school), agile and his skin was too hard to pierce with a sword. His shield was the only thing keeping him alive but it was quickly disappearing from the bursts of fire and swipes of his claws. He heard a shout and glanced up.

"Run you stupid knight! He's going to kill you! RUN!"

"B-But what about you dude?"

"I can look after myself! Just run!"

"Ah… Okay! But I will be back to save you! I will be your hero!" The blonde charged into the edge of the woods, quickly escaping the dragon that didn't bother leaving the edge of the tower.

The dragon snorted slightly, flicking his tail annoyed. He unfolded his wings and took off into the air, flying up the high tower. He landed on the roof, curling his tail around the central spiral for support. He threw back his head and let out a deafening roar, signalling his victory.

RAWR!~

(A/N – Basically whatever I said in the last A/N.

The last bit is meant to be in bold.

I wish I was better at fight scenes and things that are epic when you imagine then but silly when you write them down. Just imagine the battle etc. It's much better in your head than out loud.

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