After Faery Tales

Chapter 1

In a some random, tho specific, part of the Realm of Éire, there's a giant plant stomp with a little cottage beside it. There, two people packing small boxes with mysterious labels onto the strange-looking vehicle.

"Yep, that's all," said by a lad as he hammered on the steel plate of the vehicle before leaving them on a dirt path. Right when they try to return to their little home, five hooded figures unexpectedly approach out of nowhere; making them jump in fear, obviously.

"What region in the Rat-Devil's arse crack you come from!?" The lady exclaimed in fear as she brings out an abnormally head-size seed with a white glow through the cracks.

"Such an crude manner to a noble of monarchal blood through her veins," one of them spoke, possibly a young maiden, before taking her hood off, revealing a blonde with blue eyes and semi-sharp features on her face beside her eyes which is round with an eye line.

"P-princess Beatrice Draketalent of Angland?!" the lady realizes and kneel before the blue-blood and telling her son to kneel as well. "Please, forgive me for my rude words of disgust, milady."

"Don't worry, I apologize for giving such fear upon ye," the princess said in an elegant tone. "Tho may thy son speak with me?"

"Yes, your Highness," the woman replied before ordering her son to talk; which make him slightly sigh before standing from his kneeling position.

"Jacob O'Lochlan, known by many souls as 'Goliath's Second Slayer'," she spoken both his name and title before continue, "you shall join the Martial Inquisitive Guild; and till I come of the rightful age, you shall be my betrothed for many months."

The lad's face blushed when he hear about marrying a princess that wasn't really a damsel in distress while fighting the giant Colossal.

"I know that it much to take in," the princess softly said as she place her hand on his chest, making his face more red as a rose. "But a giant is close enough to a dragon anyway."

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Inside some random tavern of a nearby town in a dead of night; with lights on and a noisy party so loud that people of the entire section of the town can't even sleep.

"Congratulations, Jack," a man patted him on the back with a cheerful joy. "You're lucky for being the future king of a realm!"

Stay being quiet with a blush on his face, the man didn't bother getting a response from his nephew and chug an entire beer from the wooden mug. The party still continues as Jack's family are celebrated as well as have his cousins filled their hearts with jealousy; tho since their drunk as lazy, stupid wolves on shrooms, their hearts are probably empty right now.

"Oi, stop the damned racket, ya friggin' heathens!!" a random guy in pajamas hollered when he knocks down the tavern's door with a staff on his hands.

"Ow's aboot you to shatch up! *hic*" his aunt, seems to younger than his mother, say in a barbaric verbal words.

Seeing the fight between the annoyed stranger who wants to have an peaceful sleep and his drunken family, Jack drinks his beer as he watches; tho the bartender said he'll pay the repairs and don't want dead relatives smack onto the wooden floor and clean the possible pools of blood.

After that night yet before the red glowing sun of tomorrow rises from the illusionary horizon, Jack packs up his bags and place his black sword into its sheath of the same colour before saying farewell to his mother and his family. Hop inside the hovering-vehicle sent by the princess to the nearby city that holds a train station.