"Defeat at the castle seems to have utterly disheartened King Kunzite. The ferocity of the French taunting took him completely by surprise, and Kunzite became convinced that a new strategy was required if the quest for the Holy Cape were to be brought to a successful conclusion. Kunzite, having consulted Zoisite, decided that they should separate, and search for the Cape individually. Now, this is what they did--"
There was a flurry of activity during which the speaker was struck down. A blue haired girl ran to his side and gingerly picked him up. Tears showed in her eyes for a moment as she looked up into the sky.
"Greg!"
Suddenly she stood and took out a blue pen, a very familiar transformation began to occur, but the author was bored and decided to find out what the hunky kings were up to. . .
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The Tale of Zoisite.... So each of the kings went their separate ways. Zoisite went north, through the dark forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels, servants, and hair stylist.
"Bravely bold Sir Zoisite, rode forth from Nephy's Lot. He was not afraid to die, o Brave Sir Zoisite. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Zoisite! He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away, And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Zoisite! His head smashed in and his heart cut out, And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged, And his nostrils ripped and his bottom burned off, And his balls...
Zoisite grabbed the offending minstrel and threatened him with an ice crystal. "Let's just leave my balls out of this, okay?"
They suddenly became aware of a strange three headed creature standing next to them.
"Halt! Who art thou?" All three head demanded.
"He is brave Sir Zoisite, brave Sir Zoisite, who--" The minstrel began.
"Shut up! Um, nobody really, I'm just um, just passing through." Zoisite said not really wanting anyone to know who he was, especially since he was still wearing the dress.
"What do you want?" The heads asked.
The minstrel plucked his lute. "To fight, and--"
"Shut up! Um, nothing really -- just to pass through."
"I'm afraid not!" The creature shouted.
Zoisite's eyes flashed dangerously. "Ah. Well, actually I am a King of the Dark Kingdom."
The three heads eyed the black dress. "You're a King of the Dark Kingdom?"
"I am." Zoisite replied, tossing his hair back over his shoulder.
"In that case I shall have to kill you." The left head replied.
"Shall I?" The middle head asked.
The right head shook negatively. "Oh, I don't think so."
"Well, what do I think?" The middle head asked.
The left head snorted. "I think kill him."
"Well let's be nice to him." The right head said pleasantly.
"Oh shut up." the middle head sneered.
"Perhaps-" The left head started.
"And you. . ." the middle one threatened.
"Oh quick get the sword out I want to cut his head off!" The left one shouted enthusiastically.
The right head sneered. "Oh, cut your own head off!"
"Yes, do us all a favor!" The middle one agreed.
"What?"
"Yapping on all the time." The right head said rolling his eyes.
The middle head nodded. "You're lucky, you're not next to him."
"What do you mean?" the left one demanded.
"You snore." He was informed by the middle head.
"Oh I don't -- anyway, you've got bad breath."
"Well its only because you don't brush my teeth."
The right head sighed,. "Oh stop bitching and let's go have tea."
"All right all right all right we'll kill him first and then have tea and biscuits." The left head agreed.
"Oh, but not biscuits." the right one pleaded.
"All right all right not biscuits, but lets kill him anyway!"
The turned to look back at the king only to find Zoisite long gone.
"He buggered off!"
"So he has, he's scampered."
Farther down the road the minstrel began singing again.
"Brave Sir Zoisite ran away. . ."
Zoisite sighed. "No, I didn't"
"Bravely ran away away When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled Yes Brave Sir Zoisite turned about And gallantly he chickened out Bravely taking to his feet He beat a very brave retreat . . ."
"You know, now would be a wonderful time to shut up. . ." Zoisite snarled, his hand closing around a rather large ice crystal.
The minstrel gulped. "Bravest of the brave Sir Zoisite."
"That's better."