Fairytale Saviors

Chapter 1.

Me and my brothers are the ones that save the day. You've all heard the stories. Damsel in distress, usually a princess or some other girl/woman of important descent, Prince or some other manly man of important descent saves her from some kind of easily overcome obstacle like a dragon or something and they run off into the sunset all gooey and romantic. Our job is to do what the Princes or other manly men of important descent can't do. Save their girls and make it seem like the Prince did it instead of us. We are the Fairytale Saviors.

My name is Tex Richmond but I'm usually referred to Saver. We're all referred to as Savers in our neighborhood. Me and my brothers. We are professional...I don't really know what we are. We're not exactly body guards or hit men or anything. What do you call someone that does someone else's bidding for a certain amount of money? There's probably a name for it but I just can't think of it now.

"Tex! Get your ass down here!"one of my brothers hollered at me from the kitchen in our tiny cabin.

I swung my legs over the side of my cot and bent my neck to avoid banging my head on the slanted roof. Since I was the youngest, I got last pick, my bed was in the loft if you can even call it that. It's only a room because there's a floor separating the loft from the living room downstairs. The only thing that even makes it a room was my cot and bookshelf in the left corner. I bent down and climbed down the ladder that lead down into the corner of the living room. In the living room, my three brothers sat watching TV.

They all sat on the one couch in front of the TV, eyes locked on the screen. Football. Desmond leapt up from his seat and started yelling at the screen pointing his beer angrily at one of the players. Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew his eyes were probably shining with frustration caused by some stupid play or more likely a bad call by the ref.

"Yo, Des. Calm down."I said.

Des spun around to look at me, his eyes were shining, "You wouldn't be saying that if you had seen that call! Who even let these refs on the field? They're almost as bad as the plays!"

My other brother, the third youngest, turned in his seat and smirked at Des, "You're just mad that the Raiders are having their asses handed to them."

"Shut up, Boyd,"Des grumbled as he sat back down next to my second oldest brother, Monty.

"Would you both shut up? I'm trying to watch the game,"Monty said smacking Boyd upside the head.

"Tex, 'bout time. Food's ready,"my oldest brother said.

We all followed him back through the swinging door into the kitchen.

"Please tell me you ordered a pizza and didn't try to cook spaghetti again Jed, you know what happened last time."Boyd whined.

"Shut up, if you hadn't been such a baby and started crying about your foot hurting the sauce wouldn't have burned,"Jeb shot back at Boyd.

"My foot was broken! It bent back all the way to my heel!"Boyd cried.

"Yeah, and it's not like those carrots getting into the sauce was Boyd's fault too right?"Monty chimed in.

Me, Des, and Boyd snickered.

"You'll like it,"I heard Jeb mutter.

"Oh, god! He did make something! Run away!"Boyd cried.

We all started faking screams of terror and ran the opposite way of the kitchen, back into the living room. Jeb glared at us all and went back into the kitchen. He came back out holding five plates of food on his arms. On the plates were pieces of pizza. We all sighed and gladly accepted the pizza while we watched the game. Halfway through my fifth slice of pizza we got a message. The TV shut off and kept blinking white light at us. Boyd groaned, "God, it's King Stefan again, isn't it?"

Jeb hushed him and walked over to the TV. He held up the remote and punched in the code. King Stefan's face appeared on the screen. King Stefan's long black hair, long mustache and beard were streaked with grey. He was hunched over and trying to keep his crown from falling in his eyes, "Savers, please help us."

"Yes, King Stefan, what do you need?"Jeb asked graciously.

It took all I could not to scoff and roll my eyes.

"Please, you must help us. My granddaughter has been kidnapped,"he said worriedly.

This is like the fourth time she's been 'kidnapped'. Boyd got up and left trying to control his laughter. Jeb shot him another glare then returned his attention to King Stefan.

"When do you want us to arrive?"Monty asked standing up and walking into better view of King Stefan.

"Now, please, I'll pay you double."King Stefan pleaded.

"Of course, my liege."Jeb said giving a slight bow.

The image of King Stefan's face flickered off the screen and Des groaned, "How stupid is he?"

"That's like the fourth time."

"Is he blind?"

"How does he keep thinking she's been kidnapped?"

"My liege?"

We all said at the same time with different grievances and in Boyd's case, teasing Jeb.

"Listen, I don't want to hear any complaining, okay? He's paying us double."Jeb said walking off down the hall behind the living room that lead to the other rooms.

"Let's go!"Monty barked as he followed Jeb.

Des looked at me and sighed, "Come on kid, let's go."