A Hundred Once Upon A Times

Chapter 3- Strike That, Reverse It

The Great Hall wasn't that great. It. Was. HUGE! Actually, huge was an understatement. It was bigger than a castle.
"I thought you said this guy was the mayor. Not the King!" Drako rolled his eyes, still mad about the whole nose thing. "Dude, salty much?" He spared me a confused look but turned back ahead after.
"You talk funny." My turn to roll my eyes.
"So do you. All depends on perspective my boy."
"I'm not 'yours'"
"Of course not! Who would want a grumbling flesh bag?" He whirled around and pinned me to the wall. I'd say it was hot if i hadn't just punched him a little while before.... don't tell Star.
"Now listen here. Just because you fell out of the sky wearing weird clothes and contradicting everything we know, doesn't give you the right to just stroll in and do whatever ya want. Ye hear?"
"Oh, i hear just fine thank you very much. It won't be my fault when all of ya get blown to smithereens!" He huffed and started to walk back down the hallway, well, it was more like a corridor. I took a shuddering breath trying to calm my heart.
He stopped and two mahogany doors.
"Open up." The guards turned and opened the doors like robots.
"Ok, Buckingham Palace much?"
The guards sniffed indignantly.
"Geez." I said stuffing my hands in my pockets.
I followed Drako into what looked like a throne room from the Dark Ages. Another set of guards on this side followed me closely. I huffed indignantly.
"What? Do ya think imma pull something out from under my sleeve and kill everyone here?" I asked the guards, they looked at each other uncertainly, "are you serious! God do you people know what sarcasm is?" The booming voice i heard earlier, Mayor Groodhall was it?, spoke again from on top of the large dias.
"Oh, you're the girl from the tavern fight." I looked up.
"And you're mayor Grasshopper right?"
"Mayor Gradshill." He responded patiently.
"Mayor Goodhall."
"Gradshill"
"Gradbill?"
"Gradshill."
"Grabkill?"
He sighed and inched the bridge of his nose.
"I don't have time to correct your insolence."
"Sorry, i don't have a pence to spare. Maybe go to a bank?"
Drako hit me upside the head.
"Hey!"
"Shaddup."
I, like the very mature 16 year old i am, stuck my tongue out at him. And he, like the not so mature boy i took him for, repaid the gesture. We did this for a minute or so before i 'booped' him and he just stared at me.
"Boop!"
"Da faq?" It was too priceless. The look of confusion not the boy's face while rubbing his nose. "What the hell was that?"
"Where i come from, it's called a 'boop'." I looked smugly at him.
"What kind of pla-"
"ENOUGH!" We both jumped at the mayor's booming voice made louder by his lack of patience and the spacious room we were in. He was holding his head in his hands.
"Sorry Mayor Gradshill." The boy looked at me smirking that shit eating grin of his.
"Yes yes. Sorry Mr. Mayor." He inhaled deeply and looked back at us.
"You," he said pointing to me "have caused lots of trouble.