"Wasn't there supposed to a dragon slaying sword?" I ask for the fifth time this morning.
"It's the sixth bloody time you asked Girly!" Grimm shouts up at me. Who's counting you dumb dwarf. "Look here, it's not my fault that Ralph down there took us to the wrong fuking castle!!!"
"My name is not Ralph." Alex says as he shoves Grimm up to the ledge I am squashed on.
"I was blaming the flaming mage!" Grimm yells as he climbs over me onto a slightly wider ledge.
"So, I have to take on the flaming dragon without a dragon slaying sword?" I say. This sucks, I hate everyone right now.
"Ah bloody Heckle, Girlie! Every bloody swords is a dragon slaying sword once you have slain the dragon with it!" Grimm grumbles as he slumps against the cliff face.
"Can I get a hand up my Prince?" Alex asks.
"Fine, all I am saying is-" I throw my hand down to Alex who grabs it and I slump against the stone of the ledge since this idiot had to wear his armor up the cliff face.
"I hear what you are saying girlie, but there's nought to be done fer it." Grimm sighs. "We have no idea where that sword it or was."
"Where's Luke?" I ask
Alex looks chagrined.
"Where's Wilks?" I almost yell.
Grimm makes a shushing noise.
"Where!!!" I yell.
somewhere below I hear the two cowards scrambling off into the brush.
"Where do you think you fuking idiot!" Grimm bellows.
"That's it, we're all dead." Alex says and slumps down onto the ledge next to Grimm.
"I hate both of you." I say as I clamber up to the ledge where the two sit, I take notice of a crack in the cliff face.
"That's obvious." Grimm retorts but I can tell he no longer has a dog in this fight. He takes a long pull on his wine flask before handing it to Alex who does the same.
"Oh no, you don't." I say indignantly, "I AM NOT going in there!"
"Do you want to keep climbing?" Grimm says gesturing with the wine flask.
I look up at the crumbling wall above. I probably gulp.
"No."
"Do you want to go back down?" Alex asks hopefully.
I look back down, kick a pebble off and watch it fall.
"No."
"Well, then." Grimm says pointing at the crack. "in ye go."
"What about you two?"
Grimm and Alex look at each other and then Grimm says:
"We're too big to fit in the crack."
Fuke!
Of course they are right. I hate both of them more, if that is possible.
"Dammit. Fine!" I walk over and began a belabored squirming into to hole. I swear I hear them chuckling as I get father inside.
I hate my father for this and if I happen to survive this I am going to-
crap, the ground just vanished and
"Fuke!"
I plunge into darkness and it smells horrible.
"It's the sixth bloody time you asked Girly!" Grimm shouts up at me. Who's counting you dumb dwarf. "Look here, it's not my fault that Ralph down there took us to the wrong fuking castle!!!"
"My name is not Ralph." Alex says as he shoves Grimm up to the ledge I am squashed on.
"I was blaming the flaming mage!" Grimm yells as he climbs over me onto a slightly wider ledge.
"So, I have to take on the flaming dragon without a dragon slaying sword?" I say. This sucks, I hate everyone right now.
"Ah bloody Heckle, Girlie! Every bloody swords is a dragon slaying sword once you have slain the dragon with it!" Grimm grumbles as he slumps against the cliff face.
"Can I get a hand up my Prince?" Alex asks.
"Fine, all I am saying is-" I throw my hand down to Alex who grabs it and I slump against the stone of the ledge since this idiot had to wear his armor up the cliff face.
"I hear what you are saying girlie, but there's nought to be done fer it." Grimm sighs. "We have no idea where that sword it or was."
"Where's Luke?" I ask
Alex looks chagrined.
"Where's Wilks?" I almost yell.
Grimm makes a shushing noise.
"Where!!!" I yell.
somewhere below I hear the two cowards scrambling off into the brush.
"Where do you think you fuking idiot!" Grimm bellows.
"That's it, we're all dead." Alex says and slumps down onto the ledge next to Grimm.
"I hate both of you." I say as I clamber up to the ledge where the two sit, I take notice of a crack in the cliff face.
"That's obvious." Grimm retorts but I can tell he no longer has a dog in this fight. He takes a long pull on his wine flask before handing it to Alex who does the same.
"Oh no, you don't." I say indignantly, "I AM NOT going in there!"
"Do you want to keep climbing?" Grimm says gesturing with the wine flask.
I look up at the crumbling wall above. I probably gulp.
"No."
"Do you want to go back down?" Alex asks hopefully.
I look back down, kick a pebble off and watch it fall.
"No."
"Well, then." Grimm says pointing at the crack. "in ye go."
"What about you two?"
Grimm and Alex look at each other and then Grimm says:
"We're too big to fit in the crack."
Fuke!
Of course they are right. I hate both of them more, if that is possible.
"Dammit. Fine!" I walk over and began a belabored squirming into to hole. I swear I hear them chuckling as I get father inside.
I hate my father for this and if I happen to survive this I am going to-
crap, the ground just vanished and
"Fuke!"
I plunge into darkness and it smells horrible.
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