Medieval Thing

Chapter Three

Just after he had closed his mouth where he was slightly glad the small head no longer was, Kingston felt several stabs of pain in his foot, then more.

Knowing that they were small human weapons, he knew that they would come out fairly easily, but, when he turned away, a spike was so deeply pushed into the back of his heel that it nearly came out the bottom of it.

The pain was excruciating, so he set off even faster hoping he would reach his destination soon.

The days and nights, he had been walking, when he came through the Star kingdom.

He was beginning to get hungry, so he snapped at the nearest food source, but it was making an unbearably high-pitched noise and his destination wasn't too far away from him, or his food source, so he kept going instead of bothering to pick it up from where it had fallen to. Little did he know, 'it' was Princess Anette.

He saw the smoke long before he saw what, or should I say 'who', he was looking for.

An old man, who was really only 50, stood leaning against the door of his house, readinga brown covered book. On the front of this was a picture: it was a cube, of which you could see three sides- the top was blue, the right yellow, and the left red.

Yes, as you may have already guessed, Wizard Winston was studying a book on how to solve a Rubik's Cube®. In a way, he was obsessed with the things– partially because they frustrated him, and partially because he simply had no clue on how to solve them.

He liked to create designs for them, but he could never transfer the design to the actual cube. One of these designs was his emblem, although it wasn't completely possible to do. For a start, the left side is red and the right is orange, which, in itself, is impossible because the two colours are opposite each other, but the rest was possible.

If you pick up a Rubik's Cube®, his emblem is made on the side that has the white square in the centre. Hold the cube so that it looks like a diamond instead of a square, and make a white 'w', leaving one square down the bottom and three at the top.

Make the bottom square blue. The top three, from left to right, go in the order of green, blue, green.

Wizard Winston, who's given name was actually William, had designed a staff, and a cube with that design sat between the three 'fingers' on top of it.

His square house had also been painted with the same pattern.

In front of his house was a garden of red and pink flowers, that he carefully tended to, every day. Bordering the garden were large, smooth stones.

It was into this garden that Kingston placed his injured foot.

Winston yelped and nearly dropped his book in surprise as a massive blue-purple for stomped down in front of him, blood pouring from a wound and quickly creating a large puddle in his beloved red and pink flowers.

When he recognised the handle of the sword, he did drop his book. He gripped his staff as he approached to examine the deep cut.

The sword had a blue handle with a red stone embedded into the end. There was also a smaller red stone embedded in the end of each side of the cross-hilt. Octopus.

Winston stared. Why would anyone attack Kingston?

It was him who had named Kingston and, though he did not know it, the dragon had understood that, and it was from then on what Kingston had referred to himself as.

Kingston's growl interrupted his bewildered thoughts and he stood back, pursing his lips as he thought what to do.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea hit him, and he rushed into his cube house.

He returned a moment later and, after holding up his (which was half red and half orange, with a triangle of black between them that ended in a point at the black string tied in a bow around his waist) and picked good way over the steadily growing pool of blood, he wrenched the blade quickly out and replaced it with an extremely oversized plastered from his dragon first aid kit.

He held the heavy sword up proudly, and watched the deep-red liquid drip from the tip. He was proud of himself: proud that he'd helped his 'friend', who had once saved his life from a mad pack of piranha-like dragons. They had still been a long way off, and he had locked himself inside, but he had still been extremely grateful to his 'saviour'.

Winston walked back to where there was still green grass to clean the blade, then he carried it proudly inside and bagan to look forward to visiting the Octopus castle as he started brushed his long, wavey, grey hair, having no idea that even a dragon sized plaster would do almost nothing for a wound of that size.

Kingston had known that Winston would probably not be able to do anything to stop the blood, but he had gone to get the sword taken out, and that's what he got.

He also knew that he would probably never be able to use his back right foot again.

All the same, he set off toward the ocean, his main food source, for he was, originally a sea dragon, but he had lost the webs in his feet.

Not that he needed them, seeing as he was the largest creature on earth, and had wings.

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. . . Any name suggestions for the horse?

Um, as you read, it would be a real help if you could think of name suggestions for the book, because it would be nice to be able to call it something other than "The Medieval Thing".

What do you think of Kingston?

Scout?

Oddie?

What about Tommy?

Who's your favourite?

Thanks for reading, I hope you're enjoying it so far, and please remember, feel free to point out any grammatical errors, even if you're not sure, thanks again for reading,

—Bee