Authors: Zakiyah (for this prologue only); Sam (rest of series)

Story: Kyr Adventures: Prologue: 0 of 5

Series: none

Rating: PG-13: Language, drinking, injuries, etc.

Characters: The six children and Uni.

Summary: The children split up for a day fo fun, and now have to explain just what happened to them.

Spoiler: Basically, random episodes from the Animated D&D series, as well as the un-aired "Requiem" episode by Michael Reeves.

Category: Fantasy, General

Setting: Kyr: The Realm

Disclaimer: Dungeons and Dragons is a trademark of TSR and the cartoon is a creation of many peoples, including Marvel Productions, TSR inc., Saban Entertainment, and Wizards of the Coast. I am in no way connected with these people, and I do not claim ownership to these characters, lands, or names. I have borrowed them to share a story... and most likely not a story any of them would have written had they had the time or no. I am making no money from this, and it is just for my entertainment, and that of free entertainment to a select group of friends. Thank You.

Distribution: Please ask first?

Note: In celebration of the 20th Anniversary of Dungeons & Dragons Cartoon: This idea came from Zakiyah's Anniversary Contest. Please, check into her contest as well: Adventures in Kyr. It looks to be a fun twist in the lives of our heroes, and an entertaining contest. Thanks for the idea, Zakiyah! She allowed me to utilize her prologue for this continuation story.

Feedback: Yes, please? Especially constructive. samwise_baggins@yahoo.co.uk

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By Zakiyah

"This was the meeting place, right?"

Sheila and Bobby stood on a hill at the edge of a grove of trees, looking around. The beeches swayed in a gentle breeze. A few hundred yards away they could see a few cottages and the open gates of the village of Kyr, set into a long wall of wooden posts. Behind them, the trees began to grow thicker and older, merging into an ancient forest. A path originating from the gates of Kyr, winding over the hills and through the grove, disappeared into its depths. There was no sign of the other Young Ones they were waiting for.

"Yup. Guess we got here first," replied her brother, absently kicking a stone into the grass. "That was kinda fun, wasn't it?" he said conversationally, looking up at her with a mischievous smile.

"FUN?!" Sheila said incredulously, then, blushing, laughed nervously. "Yes I guess so... but I wish..." She turned suddenly as sounds of someone approaching reached them.

Diana appeared, jogging out of the forest toward them, grinning broadly. "Hi! Did you have a good time in Kyr?" she asked, sounding only slightly winded.

Sheila and Bobby looked at each other in surprise. "Didn't you spend the day in Kyr, too?"

Diana laughed. "Well, sort of. We started out there, but then we decided to, well, go exploring. Wait until you hear what we..."

"We?" asked Bobby, curious. "Who... hey!!"

Presto had suddenly appeared next to Bobby in a flash and a whoosh of displaced air, knocking himself and Bobby into a heap. He winced and immediately started apologizing. "Sorry, sorry! I'm still working on that... no, really, it's OK," he added, as Sheila descended upon him in concern.

"What happened to you?" asked Diana with amused concern, for Presto's right eye, was bandaged, his left arm was in a sling, and it looked like his robes were a bit singed. Presto tried to bat Sheila away before she could help him up, his face and ears bright red. "Did you have a run-in with a dragon or something?"

"Well. No. Not exactly. Look, I'm OK, just pulled a muscle, that's all." He stood up, rubbed at his left shoulder, and replaced his sooty hat on his disheveled head. "I'm fine, really, I'll tell you later."

The others could tell he obviously didn't want to talk about it, not just yet, and decided not to pester him any further. Sheila continued looking at him in concern, but her attention was distracted by Bobby, pointing at the city gate. "Hey! It's Hank, I think!" He squinted, trying to make out the distant figures. It looked like Hank was accompanied by several other figures, all gesticulating and pointing and shouting. The green-garbed figure bent down and picked up a white shape, than began trekking alone up the hill toward them. "And Uni?!" Bobby said, sounding concerned.

As the two figures approached, it became clear that Hank was not looking all that good, and Uni was lying limp in his arms. The concerned friends raced down the hill toward them. At the sight of them, Hank picked up speed, lurched unsteadily, and dropped to his knees.

"Hank!" Diana, the fastest, had reached his side in a flash and was kneeling beside him, helping him up. "Are you all right? What happened?"

"I knew this was a bad idea!" Sheila said, horrified. "Splitting up for a day! I KNEW something would go wrong! Are you OK, Hank? Where are you hurt? What did they do to you?"

"Uni? What about Uni? Is she all right?" Bobby was tugging the limp unicorn from Hank's grasp. "Uni, wake up!"

"Bleaaaaah," Uni said, lifting her head and licking Bobby's face. It became instantly clear why she was in such a state. Her breath reeked... of alcohol!

Hank wasn't looking too good himself. "M'fine, were're both jush fine, jush need a little hand, s'all."

Sheila, Bobby, Presto, and Diana just stared at him a moment, motionless and totally speechless. Hank, the responsible one...? Hank looked back at them blearily. "Didja all hava good day?" he asked, then hiccupped.

"Not as good as YOU, apparently," Diana said, her voice a mix of amusement and scolding disapproval, overcoming her paralysis and tugging Hank's arm over her shoulders. "C'mon, get your drunk ass off the ground and up onto that hill," she ordered.

Presto and Sheila watched Diana tugging Hank up the hill in silent astonishment for a moment longer, then burst into giggles which they quickly tried to suppress. "I can't wait to hear the story behind this," Presto said.

"Me either," Sheila said.

Bobby was looking furious. "Uni, how could you? I'm gonna kill him," he added, looking after Hank.

Uni just blinked at him innocently and burped, looking queasy. Bobby, disgusted, hefted the limp unicorn over his shoulder and began the hike back to their meeting place to wait for Eric.

"Ya'll gonna give me a hand, or are you just going to stand there?" Diana asked, with an irritated glance over her shoulder. "Oh, good. There's Eric. He'd better not need carrying up this blasted hill, too, because I'm only taking care of one drunk today. How's he look?"

Sheila and Presto turned to look toward the gates, too. "He looks just fine," Presto reported.

"Better than fine," Sheila added. "Who's that with him?"

Eric was walking hand-in-hand with a lovely young woman. Her blond curls cascaded down her back, and she was clad in a long white gown. The woman was talking, but Eric was uncharacteristically silent, looking rather dazed. She looked up and saw the Young Ones watching her, waved to them, and released Eric's hand. He looked up at them, too, and even from that distance they could see the red flush creeping over his face. The woman laughed, stood on tiptoes and kissed Eric chastely on the forehead. When he didn't move, she spun him around in the direction of his friends and gave him a little push to get him walking in their direction.

They waited, bursting with anticipation, as Eric continued toward them.

"Don't. Even. Ask." he said, as he reached them, holding up his hand as if a mere gesture could block their curiosity. "I'll tell you later. What's up with him?" he added, pointing at Hank (hanging off Diana's shoulder and grinning widely). "And you?" he added, noticing Presto's bandages.

"I think we'd better set up camp," said Sheila. "I, for one, am not returning to that city tonight..." She reached into her shirt and withdrew a very pretty gold necklace. The pendant was an eight-pointed star, with a little ruby at the top of each point. She played with it absently as they walked.

The kids were uncharacteristically quiet as they made their way down the path, setting up a little camp in the grove of trees as the sun began to set. It was not until the last sun finally sank over the horizon (and Hank and Uni had sobered up a bit) that they finally sat around their little campfire, and began to tell their stories....