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The Dark Knight

Once upon a time in the far far away kingdom of Finland, there was a beautiful princess. Everyone were amazed by her voice and she had eyes like the purest mountain stream. All the young men in the kingdom wanted her as a wife, but the princess had a secret only her father knew. She was a he.
Time went by and the princess had to get married. His father knew that no man would agree to take his son, so he locked him up in the tallest tower. The king had read many stories of how brave knights saved the princesses from high towers, so he placed a dragon to guard the princess.

Word soon spread out across the kingdom and the bravest of knights shined their armor and traded for the best steeds. There was one amongst them that was different. He was a she.
She had no experience whatsoever in dealing with dragons, but decided to try her luck just to prove she can be as tough as the men. She rode day and night for 4 days until she reached the tallest tower with the dragon guarding it. She took her weapon out and dared the dragon. The dragon opened one eye, not very interested in the endless flow of so very polite words and sniffed. The knight got angry! She went to the dragon and stabbed her... and again! And again! Until the dragon was no more.

As our knight was making her way up the 129389473767843 stair of the tower, she heard the noise of wings flapping outside. She looked just to find a giant horde of baby dragons. Weapon out, she run down all those 129389473767843 stairs, killed them all and started climbing back.
Out of breath and ready to try and kiss a girl (and like it and hope her boyfriend won't mind it), she reached the door.
*knock knock*
No answer.
She kicked the door down and saw the beautiful bearded princess in pink gown, lying helplessly on the bed.

- Uhm... - our knight said.
- Why so serious? - the princess asked.

She then realized all her efforts weren't futile, for the princess was a he and they could make sweet loooooove on the bed, in the kitchen, in the bathro... but that's a different story.

- You're a guy.
- Yes. And you're a girl.
- Yes.

Our knight was stunned by the beauty of the princess' eyes. She bend over him and gave him the most passionate kiss ever. And they lived happily ever after.

25.10.2008
Replica

Comments

Anonymous said…
лол o.0
Poet In The Jar said…
Ahahahhaah Sil BEST EVER :D :D Been a looong time since I read something that made me laugh so bad. Humour stories! Who would have guessed? :D
Neeyla said…
Thanks, hon! ^^ I'm pretty satisfied with it as well. :D

@Campos: Хахаха, не питай. :D
Alev said…
This is the best story EVER. xD I will never forget about this or how we came up with the material for it. :D
Neeyla said…
Oh please, the creation of the princess character was priceless indeed. :D
Wolf AZA said…
rofl :) sometimes Sil is ... crazy empty head ! (rofl)
Neeyla said…
Like you don't know me... :PP

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