Flipsalot: HTF Medieval Fantasy AU

Two Hearts and an Eye

"Come on, FlipsaLot! We're going to be late again!" A french mouse squeaked out as he shook his green friend from a deep sleep.

The green bear soon arose sluggishly, as if he hadn't gotten a blink of rest in ages. Letting out a loud yawn, he got out of bed and followed his fellow men out onto the fields.

"This is the 3rd time this week" spoke another, a tall and slender lizard creature from another world unknown to most. "Is there something we need to know about, friend?"

"I'm fine, really." Flipsalot insisted as he let yet another drowsy yawn escape. "Perhaps the bedding is a bit rougher than usual."

As the 3 men approached the entrance to the practice field, the mouse couldn't help but notice a new mark on FlipsaLot's arm. A long scratch, down from his elbow to his wrist. It wasn't a deep cut, and it seemed to have healed itself well, yet it was still a troubling sight to see. Flipsalot was scratchless last night. At least, as far as he knew.

"Hey, Flippy. Whats that?" The mouse asked, pointing directly at the scratch.

Flippy was pulling out his sword from the weapons storage stationed just outside of the field entrance. However, the french mouse 's concern caught him by surprise.

"...Huh, I don't know. Again, must be from the bedding."

"I've slept in haystacks before and never got beaten up like that."

"Maybe I'm just more fragile than you are, Mouse." Flippy snapped back, drawing his weapon.

"Woah, Flippy. We're just worried, that's all" The lizard spoke calmly.

"You don't simply wake up in such a condition. Unless..."

The lizard and mouse exchanged glances before slowly turning back towards Flipsalot.

"Unless, what?" Flippy replied as he straightened a sparring dummy for him to practice his sword on.

"You haven't been sneaking out without us, have you Flippy?" Mouse smirked

Flippy felt his blood run cold at such an accusation. Of course he wasn't sneaking out! Why would he be? Then again, that would explain his recent spell of drowsiness despite receiving the same amount of rest as everybody else. Or at least, he had assumed so.

"No, that's ridiculous! Besides, even if I did, you guys would have heard me. I'll admit, I'm not exactly the most graceful."

The two exchanged glances again, this time nodding in unison.

"Pf, yeah you're right. If your sword skills are anything to go by." The mouse chuckled as he watched the bear stumbling around, missing the dummy over and over again.

"I can't exactly concentrate when you guys are snickering behind me! Shouldn't you two be doing something?'

"He's right, I should really practice my archery. Do you want to be my target?" The lizard looked down at the mouse with a light hearted grin.

"After last time? You better be using blunt arrows, Sneaky."

Flippy rolled his eyes as he listened to the two bicker behind him. Ever since they were Pages, the two had always been like this. It was pretty cute, actually. Although he was sure Mouse would put him in a chokehold if he were to comment on how they argued like a married couple.

After a few hours of training, the group was about to head back to their bunks. That is, until they were stopped halfway towards the squire houses. A white horse trotted right in front of the trio, standing directly in their path. The horse was wearing a caparison with the royal colors and emblem sewed into its fabric. The three looked up slowly, and sure enough, King Popper (or simply "Pop") was on the steed.