"A Ficlet"
By Jade Doll
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. OBVIOUSLY.
I just had to do it.
Distribution: Shadows.
Rating: G
Characters: Hunter, Shawn, Dave
Content: hint of M/M Relationships, A/U
Author's Notes: HunterMuse is totally being an arrogant ass. So nice of him to presume he knows what's best for Shawn isn't it?
(Inspired by certain goings-on in ITVR.)
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The villagers had been in hiding. It didn't suprise Sir Hunter in the least. The monster had been ravaging parts of the countryside for days and word spread quickly through the foothills of the Titan Mountains. The three Knights had arrived shortly before dawn and having procured directions from a petrified farmer, were about to beard the creature in its lair, so to speak. Not ten feet from the cave, the monster came forth. With much snarling and gnashing of teeth, it waited for the foolish tin-clad humans to approach. Turing to his boon companions, the Dark and Mighty, Lord Dave and the Golden and Quick, Count Shawn, Sir Hunter offered his noble plan. "The creature is most fell my True Companions. It gnasheth muchly. Lord Dave, stay here and protect Count Shawn, for if he should fall I would mourn till the end of my days." With that Hunter slid from his saddle and drew a mighty broadword. "Nay Sir Hunter," Lord Dave dropped to his mailed feet as well, his Mighty two-handed sword already unsheathed. "Ye must guard Count Shawn, for his heart beateth for thee alone and I shall not see it weep for thy loss." Sir Hunter shook his proud head. "Not I, Lord Dave. The most beauteous Count Shawn indeed holds me in high regard but it is thee he does love. Now stand aside that I may meet my end as a Knight of Honour." "Ye cannot," the dark-haired warrior placed himself between Hunter and the Gnashing Teeth. "I shall not allow Count Shawn to suffer the pain of your death...I," he thumped his mailed chest, "I shall give my life so that you two may live on in purest bliss." "It cannot be," Sir Hunter disagreed. "Count Shawn...." "It's dead," Count Shawn informed them as he rode back towards the village, cleaning his sword on a rag as he did so. finis **** |