The Ring of Dragons

Part 3: In Which the Princess Wakes Up and the General Chases Her

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The princess slowly lifted her head. "Shit owww!" she cried. "What is that horrible feel- ugh! Ouch! My head feels like knives are being thrown into it. God."

The princess continued to cuss out her hangover as she tried to get her bearings. She shook her head. She blinked her eyes. Her head still pounded and she was surrounded by empty bottles. "What happene- owowowow!" The princess gasped her head as the pain continued to run through it.

A voice momentarily distracted her from the pain. "First hangover?"

The princess turned to see the fortune teller. His long black hair hung over his pale face, partially covering his blue swirling tattoos. The fortune teller leaned back on a tree. His face held a calm expression.

"I don't know what a hangover is, but if you have a bucket, I would willingly hang over that because I'm about to h-" The princess puked on the log, the sick flowing on to the ground. "Ewwwww!" the princess whined, wiping her face on her tan sleeve.

The fortune teller remained emotionless.

The princess glared over at him. "What the fuck you want?"

"You've been out for ten hours."

"No shit, Sherlock," the princess retaliated.

The fortune teller sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "As of ten hours ago, it would take the general ten hours to reach this spot."

"So?" the princess commented sarcastically. But then she stopped. "Oh, shit," the princess muttered. She looked up at the fortune teller with pleading eyes. "Help. Me."

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 "That's not my job," the fortune teller responded.

The princess groaned. "What do I do?" She paused. "Wait. I'm confused. The general was right behind me when I left the palace, maybe an hour. But then they were ten hours behind. What the heck?"

The fortune teller smiled. "That's a story for another time." He then disappeared into the trees, like the Cheshire Cat.

"Fat load of help you are!" The princess yelled at the already gone fortune teller. The princess ran jer hand through her dirty, crusty brown hair. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? The general and his men will be here any moment!" The princess looked around at the empty bottles. "FUCK YOU!" she screamed at the top of her lungs at the long gone alcoholic.

"That must be the princess!"

The princess's eyes widened and she quickly covered her gaping mouth. "Shit," she whispered.

The princess started creeping away. By now, the army's presence was noticeable through the trees and with the noise. Hundreds of men, lined through the woods. How the fuck does the general get that many men to creep through the trees with no paths. Does he use magic or something? the princess wondered as she ran behind the fortune teller's leaning tree.