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A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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Well, I'm glad to hear that, Smurf. :-)
Yes, it IS disturbing and it IS creepy too. So you're all right. Hooray!
Ok, so, I think I'll go ahead and post the next story.
EDIT: The TRUE Tale of How Sir Prysin Got His Own Room was my entry piece for the original Story Forum contest. It made the final ten, but didn't get picked as the winner.
Many, many authors later told me that they'd felt I'd been robbed, and that this piece was truly the best of the lot, but that's for them to decide. (Though I agree. :-p)
I hope you enjoy it too.

20-Jun-2008 05:47:29 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2008 05:51:46 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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The TRUE Story of How Sir Prysin Really Got His Own Room

Puffs of powdery wintry whiteness blanketed boughs of bare branches, flakes of festive, frosty fairness falling fitfully from fleeting clouds’ coolness. Wintumber had once more won over the spirits of the citizens of Runescape.
Our story starts simply, with the awakening of an amazing man, a fearless fighter of frightening ferocity.
Ahem…or, rather, this is what he wishes when this most mere of mortals slumbers silently ‘neath his scratchy sheets. For this, friend, is the TRUE story of how Sir Prysin finally finds his fame (and his own room).
Dank darkness greets our not-so-great warrior as he awakes, deep in the depths of the Knight Barracks, the bottom bunk in a long row of like-bunk’d men. Slowly stretching, he swept the sleep from his eyes, and got up along with his fellow knights, to the sound of the morning bell.
Donning his dusty and dented armor, he, on his previous day’s orders, went mapping the great forest north of the Castle.
Tiredly trudging through the thick snow, trying to stay alert, he looked up and squinted at the bright dawn sun. Squinted SO hard, in fact, he missed kicking a lackluster and lightless lamp, loose under the layer of powder.
So, thus, to his great and very evident surprise, a half-clothed purple man appeared, weezing and wiping his eyes, obviously just awoken himself.
“What do you wan-…” the genie accused, before seeing who’d kicked him. “Oh…” he continued, sighing. “what do you want?”
Taken aback, Sir Prysin was suddenly struck with awe. “You…you’re a genie!” he exclaimed happily, knowing that genies were the heralds of dreams come true. “Do I get to make three wishes?!”

20-Jun-2008 05:52:50 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2008 05:53:26 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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“Don’t push it. You get one,” the genie crankily countered, finally seeming to come awake.
Sir Prysin thought hard, finally realizing what he wanted. “I wish that I had my own room in the castle!” he veritably yelled, knocking a pile of snow onto his head.
“Whoa, whoa,” the genie, whom Prysin will later discover is named Frank, “that’s a big wish. If you want that, you gotta do me a favor first.”
“Like what?” the confused knight inquired.
Frank produced a long loaf of baked bread, handing it to the puzzled pioneer. “Go to the cooking guild west of Varrock. Go inside, and you’ll find a woman in a white apron making sandwichs.”
Sir Prysin nodded quickly, waiting to be told to give her the bread.
“I want you to smack her in the head with it, then run away.”
Prysin, peering at the man in puzzlement, slowly nodded his assent, finally clearing his helmet of the last of the fallen snow. “Is that all?”
“I’m just getting started,” the genie said distractedly, rooting around in his maroon clothes, finally producing a square. A cube, rather. He held it out to the perplexed paladin, who took it.
“What is it?” Prysin posed.
“It’s called a Rubik’s cube. I want you to go find a mysterious old man and give it too him. Tell him that until he solves a puzzle of his own, quit giving me these stupid boxes!!” the genie vehemently vociferated.
Prysin nodded slightly, wide-eyed from the outburst.
Time passed, and the genie produced more worthless objects. A kebab and some frothy ale, a map for a maze, a game of Trivial Pursuit to counter some poorly written questions on a game show, even a megaphone for a mime. Sir Prysin very rapidly found himself under a pile of pointless trinkets. The genie waved him off, and away he went, on his grand quest, after learning that the genie’s name was Frank.

20-Jun-2008 05:52:51 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2008 05:53:47 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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Though his ensuing adventures would provide excitement, entertainment, and moreover, an engrossing epic, this storyteller doesn’t have the time. Rest assured, friend, what passed was astounding.
Upon Sir Prysin’s eventual return, he managed to happen upon the tarnished lamp once more, nudging it gently with his toe. Frank exited again, looking astounded that his job was completed.
“Well, it certainly took you long enough,” the genie stated. “Good job.”
Prysin was in no mood for chat, however. “Grant my wish. I’ve spent weeks working on this assortment of asinine errands. You promised me my very own room.”
“Fine, fine.” the genie sighed, waving a magical finger and chanting the magic words of “Boon Yawa Og!” and the deed was done. “All right,” the genie dismissed, *go get your room.”
“Yes! Thank you SO much!” Prysin shouted merrily over his shoulder as he started bolting back to the castle, ground devoid of snow as the Wintumber weather had waned.
Upon reaching the interior of the castle, he started looking around for his new room. After spending hours searching ever nook and creviced cranny for his new room, he couldn’t believe it. He’d been duped.
He slowly and sadly strode to his good friends' room, owned by the Prince and Princess who lived on the ground floor.
The door was ajar.
Sir Prysin went in, to see his friends nowhere about. However, there WERE two frogs sitting on a piece of parchment, all resting on the silken sheets of the bed.
Picking up the piece of parchment, Prysin read, “Do NOT kiss.” Shrugging, and throwing the frogs out a window, Prysin waited for his friends to arrive, until finally he realized that they must have left while he had been away. Upon going to the closet, he found the Prince’s brilliantly burnished and boldly emblazoned armor.

20-Jun-2008 05:52:51 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2008 05:56:45 by A White Wolf

A White Wolf

A White Wolf

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‘Wow,’ thought our hero, ‘a new room AND new armor!’

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Even to this day, no one knows where the Prince and Princess have gone too, though it is said that once in a blue moon, when the spirits of magic and mystery are rife, you may find the Prince or Princess, where you least expect it.

20-Jun-2008 05:52:52 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2008 05:55:47 by A White Wolf

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