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Sorry I TOOK A FEW DAYS TO POST. I've been working fulltime and the last thing I feel like doing after spending hours upon hours in the goddamned grocery store is writing... instead a play mindless video games. Oh yes... BUT I PROMISED MYSELF I WOULD TONIGHT. READY GO!!!!!!))

Lok wasn't too aware of how he might have affected Sally by taking her hand or what had possessed him so suddenly to give her such a comfort. Though, he was positive it felt right. He glanced at her once and caught her smile. The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly.

When the Prince spoke up Lok fixed his eyes on him. "Means I can beat the living s**t out of you now..." He smirked. It was playful expression. "But that means those wolves can too... any of us. It's time we make up our own ending."

Lok got to his feet and gently pulled Sally to hers as well. He then looked to Amleth and quirked his mouth a little. Slowly he released Sally's hand.

That ending he'd save for another time.

Susan eyed the dark man thoughtfully and tugged at Edmund. "Let's go together." She said to him and offered him her hand.

Lok watched Edmund briefly than looked to Amleth once more. "We need to go someplace for you, Amleth." He said. "It's where heroes began... and it's where you will too... and me maybe... I don't think I'm cut out for this bull crap." He strode over to the piggish man and clasped his shoulder and smiled at him in a sideways fashion. "Let's go."

And with that he took a step pulling Amleth with him. For a moment there was a tearing sound, a sound that ripped through the air like a page torn from a story... and then they were in Camelot. And the rest followed in turn.

((There are other places that heroes came from first... but this one seemed the most appropriate for the situation... LET'S GET AMMY A FRICKIN BADASS WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION.

Like a sling shot... hahaha, I kinda have... an idea of where we are going... hopefully it works out D smile )

((I'm an RP killer. *waves a spear around and dances about like a caveman*))

Dash smiled a bit at Amleth, "Yeah, the sooner we're out of here, the better..." He nodded, hooking his sword to his belt securely, looking to his 'siblings.'

"I think you guys'll be alright. Edmund, stay strong, alright? You're far stronger than you know... Keep tabs on the rest of 'em, Susan... And the same to you, Lucy." He gave his family a big smile. "Thanks for coming to your rescue."

"Ah, I'll keep in mind not to make you angry, Lok," the Prince said with a sideways smile. "And I think our own ending would be great... But I think we first need a proper beginning, don't you?"

He fell quiet when Lok stood up and mentioned going to the place where heroes began. While he didn't speak up for the time being, it really did make him wonder. He'd always BEEN the hero... ALWAYS. But really, he didn't feel like one. All those stories had been played out... Scripted. In the end, it didn't REALLY matter what he did - it always worked out.

So maybe... Just maybe... He needed to start over. He was no hero, was he? Sure, he was written as such... But they weren't IN stories anymore. They'd left that.

He looked at Lok when the man stood and tugged Amleth... And as the sound of themselves being torn from this story and into another rang in his ears, he took a deep breath of the warm moist air, and fixed his eyes on a gorgeous, ancient castle in the distance.

"Camelot...?" he breathed, looking at Lok with a strange glint in his eye. Was that perhaps admiration? Surprise? He himself wasn't sure. But what was sure, was that this indeed, was a good place for a hero to be born.

((I like ideas of where things are going! biggrin And I'll be better from now on. I promise. *cries and falls to knees, begging forgiveness*))

((Rockin'! LET'S GET A POSTIN'.

ALSO: Do not get the stomach flu. BE WARY. ALL OF YOU. D:!!))

"Camelot." Lok echoed in response to Dash with his wolfish grin as the lot of them stood outside a large towering stone gate. A moat gurgled beside their feet and a draw bridge bid them to enter the kingdom. He then smiled down at Amleth who was doing a rather fair impression of... well... himself.

"Yes." Lok answered firmly. "Here. And yes we can... we went over this 'we can do anything' bullshit already... and we're going to MAKE you into a 'professional hero'." The dark man said with a bit of a laugh. "You really are stupid aren't you, piggy?" He removed his hand from his shoulder and moved around to his back. He then placed both hands behind the sputtering pig man and began to gently guide him into the gate and into the other side.

What was to be found was what anyone would expect of Camelot. Knights and squires alike were all around and maidens and probably princesses as well. Dragons weren't a rare occurrence and some seemed to be even making conversation over at shops about swords and armor. There were training fields where young men tried to best themselves at sword play, young archers who did their best to shoot straight and true, and even jousting fields where horses thundered at each-other and men (and maybe secretly women because I'm starting to feel sexist) with their great lances aimed to knock one another off.
And of course no kingdom was complete without its castle and above all the heroic business going on was the great stone building towering like a guardian over the land.

Lok looked around for a moment as though to get his bearings and with a shrug moved through the crowd. "This way." He said and cast a look over his shoulder to see if the others would follow. His eyes drifted on Sally.

He was a little annoyed at suddenly how much attention some young squires were giving her.

"Sally would you pick up the pace?" He almost growled and scowled a little. He glared at a young man who he thought was looking a LITTLE too long. ((THERE'S SOMETHING ENTERTAING FOR J! YAYA!... aaaand... *moves along*))

Quite soon Lok had led them to an open shop. It was nothing more than a stand outside a smithy with all sorts of weapons and armor hung up along it's far wall. A man who might have looked heroic if he didn't slouch his shoulders self consciously or had thought to brush his dirty blonde hair that morning was making conversation with a white dragon behind the counter in the shop, but jumped to attention as Lok cleared his throat.

"Oy." The dark man said.

"Ah!" The blonde said and cast his eyes at those all around. He rubbed at one of his arms which was revealed to be somewhat crippled. "What can I do you for?"

"What a fool." The dragon muttered. "Jumping like he's never seen a customer in his life." The white reptile, somewhat larger than the size of a very large dog, puffed a cloud of white smoke. He sniffed. "Great big git, I always said."

The young man cast the dragon an annoyed look but smiled pleasantly.

Lok raised an eyebrow. "Him." He pressed Amleth forward. "He needs a weapon... what do you think would suit him?"

Titan leaned over the counter and titled his head a little. The dragon leaned forward too, grey eyes sharp.

"... A spit!" The dragon exclaimed with a laugh. "So his enemies will have something to roast him with afterwards!" The white lizard let loose some fiery guffaws before the young man planted his booted foot into his scaly stomach.

"STUFF it, Gwaith." He then looked back to the rather short fellow rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "...We'll give a few a try..." He cast his eyes around thoughtfully, but then his eyes rested on Dash.

".... YOU!" He said suddenly. His face contorted with rage. His ears and face turned bright red. "b*****d! SCUM OF THE EARTH! BANE OF MY EXISTENCE! NOT FILTH GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY BOOTS!" He raved.

Lok glanced at Dash with a sideways look. "...You know him?" And then: "... I think I like him."

The young blonde had leapt across the counter with a sword drawn in his good arm. "I'LL TAKE YOU THIS TIME!"

Gwaith peered over the counter while rubbing at his abused stomach. "Here we go again... piggish fellow, you're weapon will have to wait."

((THAT WAS LONG! BUT OMG I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS D:... I hope I gave you guys some too biggrin !! OKAY! Picking out Ammy's weapon will be fun though...!!! <3!! I SO EXCITED THE END.))

((I POST! biggrin ))

Okay, so it was good to be here... But there were problems in Camelot. Lots of problems in Camelot... Problems he'd just realized he'd forgotten about. Well, forcefully forgotten about.

He was sort of hoping that he'd stay the age he was in Narnia... But no such luck. Back in the prime of his life, Dash had reverted back to the... well... dashing prince that he normally was.

And much like the men waving to Sally, ((haha omg, I just called her Amma out of NOWHERE and was like:....wtffff?)) many of the damsels and women fawning over the men practicing and working paused to turn towards the Prince, giggling to their friends as he passed by.

Muttering something rather unprincly about that problem, he followed after Lok through the streets, but stopped when Lok chose a certain shop to enter. Groaning, he tugged his collar as high as it would go around his face and stepped in, trying to hover at the back of the group.

Gwaith he didn't have a problem with... Well, not really. The dragon had quite a mischievous personality, but he was far more bearable than the dragon's friend.

"YOU!" the man exclaimed, "b*****d! SCUM OF THE EARTH! BANE OF MY EXISTENCE! NOT FILTH GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY BOOTS!" Yeah, he was sort of mad.

Dash offered up his most pathetic looking smile and gave a wave, "Hey, Titan."

The Prince darted a few steps backwards, though, when Titan drew a sword and started swinging. "Woah, hey... Titan... Really!" Dash drew his own sword, blocking the man's blow with a sharp ring of metal. "Don't do this! I don't want to embarr-" He cut himself off. He didn't want to embarrass the guy again. Usually he won their little sparring matches. Agh. Camelot was full of problems. "I already said I was sorry!"

Agh. And now Eve was here? Gods, could things have gotten any worse? "Hi Eve..." Dash murmured, looking positively unenthusiastic. ((I hope it's okay he knows her? I'd assume he would...)) The problem with big kingdoms was there usually were a lot of princesses. "No head chopping..."

Camelot was full of problems.

((I EDITED OUT SOME STUFF. 'Cos Aka and I were talking. So yeah. BWABWA!

Haha THERE! I hope that was mostly AWESOME. The END. Uh, hmm. Haha, dunno. *shrugs* I LIKE BRINGING IN OLD CHARACTERS! biggrin ))

((... Hhahaha, bah. I'm tired of waiting. Sorry, Tuefel... BUT I'MA POSITNG D:< Cos... I'm tired of being patient. *laughs*...

oh and by the way? Samurai Champloo? IT EQUALS LOVE. D:!))

Titan was thwarted momentarily by Sally's squeak. He stumbled a bit in his stance with a furious blush and maybe some stuttering words that could have been a rushed and completely embarrassed apology. Lok paused in his angry stalk to rip the man's head off by this strange and awkward act of chivalry. The young blonde righted her slightly while Gwaith howled with laughter, but once the awkward man fixed his eyes on Dash once more his face went from a foolish expression to deadly serious and fierce.

His face glowed at Dash's unfinished remark. "I WILL take you this time!" He repeated with a snarl. "If you can change The Story I sure as hell can too... and then... she'll know..." He couldn't finish his words. He trailed off as his face glowed red for a different reason.

The dragon chuckled a little and glanced briefly at Sally who had bumped into him. "No worries, m'dear." He remarked. "A young woman as lovely as yourself can bump into me ANYTIME she pleases." He grinned a very devious smile in his elegant face.

Then another woman showed up. Gwaith seemed rather pleased to see her.

"Looking as busty as usual... perhaps more so, Eve... trying to impress someone, hm? It's working." He jeered from behind the counter. The dragon always found himself amused by this woman. ((hahaha, I figured she should be well known... plus it's more fun this way XD))

Titan glanced once at Eve, but was only momentarily distracted. "I don't WANT to lop his head off... I just want to KICK HIS FECKING a**." He yelled as he lunged forward with a number of quick jabs.

Lok had been more interested in the battle. He was grinning an old predator's grin (he wanted to see Percy's pretty face get turned into putty), but at Sally's suddenly very close proximity he tensed and looked down at her. He then looked to what had drawn her near (a dark woman, even darker than him)... and then lower. "Breasts.... really big breasts." Was all he could say.

((... hahaha, the end <3))

Eve looked to Gwaith with amusement. "You know how much I like attention. I try my best to just appeal to the mass public of slavering men and try my hardest to make women jealous. Ugh how I love it." She ran a finger along the curve of her breasts with a devious grin and shrugged. "You read me like a book you handsome dragon. If you were of the human persuasion I may have fallen for you. But the scales kinda...put me off...sorry." She patted his back before looking over to Dash when he greeted her.

"You're telling me 'hi'? Oh god. You should probably be begging for forgiveness before I kick you where it hurts. And I have on pointy toed boots this time AND heels. It would hurt." She folded her arms over her stomach and narrowed her strange rose colored eyes. She guessed she had a love-hate relationship, if they even had any. It was their role to fall in love and go ga-ga for each other. She had always been furiously independent, stubborn, and strong-willed. She'd never met another person who she'd let kiss her or save her willingly. There were times she hated the prince, hated how he acted so macho and full of ego, but then there were times she loved it. She'd never admit to it, but she kinda...liked him...beyond the roles.

Sally was off to the side still watching when Lok muttered about Eve's breasts. She glowered roughly and punched him in the shoulder. "Mine are better. They're much more practical. I mean imagine having to...you know...move around those things. With mine they're just about the perfect size!" She was obviously not too self-conscious about her words. She could care less about how barbaric she seemed. She DID have the once wolf at her side and was used to barbaric at it's prime.

"I might go lesbian." Eve stated strongly and looked at Sally with a wink. Her gaze then moved to Lok and she laughed loudly. "Thanks handsome. They're natural. I'd let you touch...but you know...I'd be afraid I'd have a permanent ornament on them then." Finally she turned back to the battle perusing. "Go on, chop something off! Or maybe you can cut his hair...shave it off...ooooohhhh yeah. That'd be wonderful."

((Haha I'm still trying to develop Eve's character...so don't be surprised if she changes around a bit.))

((Haw haaaw... I'm supah tired... *brain melts* So I dunno how coherent this'll be... BUT I WAS JUST SO EXCITED THAT POSTS HAPPENED.

IT'S AMAZING! AND SPECTACULAR!... AT LIEK... THE SAEM TIEM. For serious.))

Gwaith looked comically put off at her let down. "Oh, don't go breaking my heart." He harped at the dark skinned princess, a taloned paw over the place his heart must have been. He blew a somber cloud of dark smoke. "It matters not what a man may look like on the outside, but that he feels like one on the inside. I could be TWICE the man as any prince. Oh woe, to be born into the wrong form. IT DOES TORMENT ME. Does my heart not beat for the same reasons any other man's would but to LOVE?!" He wailed dramatically, but found his attention fixed on the piggish fellow. The dragon seemed easily distracted... like a cat that switched from batting at a ball of yarn to chasing after a particularly interesting mouse.

"Quiet, he says?" He grinned. "Big man." He joked. "I think I like you." He remarked. "Sorry Eve... but your plunging neck line can only hold my attention for so long. Until we meet again." He gave a grin and slithered around the table to crouch next to Amleth. "Are you like me? Twice the man as anyone in the wrong body? You and me, piggish fellow... can I call you piggish fellow?" He carried on, "We both have the twice the heart of any man here... except of course maybe Titan who has SO MUCH heart it makes him incapable of speech."

Lok gave a funny little noise when he was punched in the arm. He dragged his eyes away from Eve's breasts and growled at Sally. He rubbed a little at his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. "I never said her breasts were better than yours!" He shouted. " They're just HUGE-ISH and DISTRACTING. I happen to think YOURS are JUST fine." He paused and then tilted his head... and then his face flushed.

"... For a flat chested little girl." He added on quickly and perhaps more angrily than he had first intended. He was compensating, but no one knew that... except everyone did.

Lok then returned his sights on the battle, because the whole bleeding and gut spilling nonsense was something he knew how to deal with a lot better. At the moment he was feeling a little disappointed that the blonde had been knocked back.

Titan struggled against Dash and continued to as a larger dragon dropped his face into the shop. Gwaith perked up and smiled.

"Yes, yes, of course!" He crowed. "He slithered behind the counter and out again with a box upon his shoulders. "Come, come, piggish fellow! I want you with me!" He then slid beneath the pig and knocked him from his feet onto his back just before his wing joints.

Titan gritted his teeth and glanced at the dragon once. "Alandra?" He said and then with a planting of his feet and with a strength that no man with a crippled arm should have been able to muster he threw Dash back and with the hilt of his sword struck Dash across his pretty face. He had done all of that completely by accident. The sound of the woman's name had sent him into a sort of half crazed, arm flailing panic.

Though, Titan had always not so secretly wanted to hit Dash's pretty face... but at the moment he was flushed and pulling at his hair and rather unaware he'd done what he'd been dreaming of doing for forever.

Lok stared for a moment and then broke into a very broad smile. "That was kick a**."

Gwaith gave a low whistle. "I wonder if the prince has a glass jaw..." He said to no one in particular and trotted out of the smithy. He grinned a fangy smile at the much larger black dragon and swished his tail happily. "Look!" He exclaimed of the pigman on his back. "I have a new friend! I call him piggish fellow... but I'm sure he actually has a name." He trotted in a circle. "He wants a weapon! So he can be a hero. I think he's amazing..." He looked to Amleth on his back. "This, my dear friend... is Kyros. He's slightly more huge-ish... but remember! I'm like you in hear! I can be JUST as good as any old huge-ish dragon."

((... THAT'S SO LONG. I'M SORRY.... I'm trying to split people up a little so there isn't so much going on at once... wooo.. pheeew... etc... hahaha, I think Gwaith should be Amleth's noble steed *cracks up*))