Chapter Two

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With that, the husky mercenary lifted a leg and pushed Bruce into the nearby pond. Waving his arms, desperately trying to keep his head above the water, Bruce watched as they carried off the maiden into the sunset; with her, beating fists into the meaty man's back, staring at Sir Paul with a look of pleating pity, for miles and miles.


"Help!" she cried to anyone whom could hear, "heeeeeelp!"


His legs began to surrender beneath him, no longer able to kick continuously and keep him afloat. Relaxing, he resigned to his fate.


"Noooooo!" shouted the princess, distantly.


For once, Silent Shamus, as he was known, spoke a few words, "A heroic knight is he. HE whom cannot swim!"


Shamus shrugged his shoulders, and the party laughed. The skinny marauder commented, "Oh well, no matter to us. 'Makes our job much easier."


Again, they snickered, and the lady elbowed the fat one, furiously trying to win her way. He yanked her kerchief off, sending streams of lightning locks flowing down like water.


"Might as well enjoy our company, little birdie. There's no leaving this grasp!"


He held her tighter as he and the rest of The Obsidian Brotherhood trudged onto harsher lands.



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"Sir, Sir! Wakeup! Wakeup, Sir! You have to see The King immediately!" Bruce heard a withered, grumbly voice call out. Waking up from a deep slumber, his eyes remained closed.


He stretched his arms out with a long yawn, "Thanks for waking me up! I was having the craziest d-eaaaah-!"


The knight opened his eyes to see a middle-aged man, with gray hair braided back, staring at him eagerly, candlelight partially obscuring his features.


"I am afraid 'tis no dream, mi'lord. Princess Gwendolynne has been captured, as we had feared would happen."


His eyes widened as he shot up, looking to his arms, as he had been dressed in a sleeping gown of ye olden dayse.


"It wasn't a dream then, I'm really here!"


The old man drew the curtains back, revealing a dreary day, "Indeed, it wasn't. I found you unconscious in the lake, and swam you to safety. I must say, I am glad of your swift recovery, master."


"Um, who are you, again? What am I doing here?"


He turned to Bruce in astonishment, "Forgive my sauciness, Sir, but did the water find a way to your brain? 'Tis I, your humble servant!"


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