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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Summer's a time for swapping stories around the campfire. With that in mind, this round draws inspiration from the stories humanity have told each other over the centuries.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

  • This round does not have prompts. Instead, we ask you to draw inspiration from the wide pool of mythology, fantasy, folklore, and fable. An urban fantasy or supernatural AU? A re-imagining of your favorite folk tale? Characters swapping ghost stories or playing D&D? As long as your fill in some way incorporates the fantastical and/or supernatural, it's welcome here.
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[personal profile] catlarks 2016-08-04 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
tags: mild violence (of the dragon-fighting variety), supernatural elements; AU where Honoka is a knight and Eli is a princess. Or a dragon. Or a dragon princess.
Ship: Ayase Eli/Kousaka Honoka (love live)
Word Count: 1,216

A grin breaks across Honoka's face as she presses her back to the door, darting a look down the stairs she'd just ascended as if in fear of pursuit. But no one is there, and who would be? Dragons didn't take the stairs. Dragons swooped out of the sky like fearsome beasts, breathing fire and ravaging the countryside and roaring in defiance of everything that was good and right in the world.

Dragons were monsters, it was right at the top of everything knights were taught in their training.

Honoka moves slowly, though it hurts her to take such care, though it's possible only through the years of rigorous training the page master had put her through when she was but a child dreaming of her shield. Her gloved hand is on the door, fingers hooked through the metal loop of its handle. She takes a deep breath, scrunches her eyes shut. She twists the handle, and kicks the door open with a yell.

She bursts into the space before it, but when she stares into the room at the top of the tower, no one is there.

"But where's the princess?" Honoka asks the empty room, shoulders sagging as the wind drops out of her sails.

She was so stoked to have outsmarted a dragon, lying in wait until she saw the great graceful beast fly off into the further reaches of the mountains, working for hours to break the enchantments on the lower floors of the tower. Honoka isn't much for magery, but she's long since learned she can break anything, if she works at it long enough.

Nevertheless, Honoka is a curious sort. A room empty of princesses isn't enough to deter her; with no other options before her, she begins to snoop.

There's a bed in one corner of the room, against a squared-off section of the wall. Though the tower appears round from the outside, its interior dimensions are greater than Honoka realized, each floor a confusing jigsaw of rooms that open onto each other, or onto great vats of steaming ooze, pits in the floor, alternate dimensions, and ordinary closets. Honoka can only imagine what lies in wait filling the spare nooks on this final floor of the maze.

(She'd thought fighting a dragon would be swinging her sword about, dodging fire, diving beneath claws; that through feats of daring and agility she'd win the day. Serves her right for sneaking in, she supposes. It's not the first time she's been punished for trespassing.)

The bedroom, if that's what it is, appears deceptively orderly. There are no visible doors to lead to other rooms full of traps, just the bed, a desk, several bookshelves, and an armoire full of lovely princess dresses. For a long moment, Honoka considers trying one of them on, while she ponders the problem of what to do about the dragon. But that might constitute stealing, and a knight who stole from a princess would lose her shield for sure.

A roar sounds from outside and suddenly Honoka is back on her feet, knees bent, shield raised, sword drawn from its scabbard and brandished before her to keep the oncoming beast at bay. There comes another roar, this one a little more like a cough, or like a human clearing phlegm from his throat, but no dragon. As far as oncoming beasts go, the reptile Honoka is fighting is outright leisurely.

Her shoulders start to sag again, she's waiting so long. Nothing about the guts and glory of fighting a dragon is going remotely as she'd planned!

Then the monster lands on the windowsill, the broad, longer-than-her-armspan windowsill set against the room's farthest wall. For a moment all Honoka can see is the beast's soft, pale belly, her eyes lighting up with the opportunity presented to her. She can hear the furious back-winging as the creature keeps itself balanced on the ledge, can only imagine how it intends to fit such a great bulk through such a small hole, but her chance is there!

She rushes forward, sword raised, heavy boots thudding with each step she takes as she builds up to a run — before she skids to a stop, stilled by the thought that maybe the princess is with the dragon; maybe, if she stabs the dragon, the princess will go dropping to her doom.

There's another whoosh of displaced air, and the dragon disappears like smoke being sucked into a vacuum.

A girl stands in its place on the ledge, dressed in sensible (dragon-skin?) breeches and tall leather boots, as well as a loose white tunic that falls about her hips. Her blonde hair is tied up atop her head with a leather thong, held in a high ponytail to keep it out of her way.

She jumps down from the ledge, dusts her hands off on her pants, and stops, gaze settling on Honoka as realization dawns across her face. "You're the knight," she says.

"Y-Yeah!" Honoka manages, stumbling before her voice steadies into the shout.

"You're early," the girl says. "I wasn't expecting you to work out the way of getting into the tower until, oh..." She tilts her head to the side, as if considering. "About three days from now, I'd say. I was prepared for our engagement in three days' time, but as it is, I'm afraid I'm not ready at all."

"Ready?" Honoka echoes. And then: "Engagement?"

"Of course," the girl says, with a slow, spreading smile. "I've always wanted to meet a knight, but life in a tower is dreadfully lonely, not to mention busy, between all the alchemical experiments and hunting for food. I haven't had the time."

Honoka is gaping at her. She can feel her mouth sagging open, but she can't make it stop. "This is a game for you."

"Well, not a game, per se," the girl says. "More of a performance. I'd picked out just the dress."

"You're the princess," Honoka says.

The girl places her hands on her waist, and dips what looks suspiciously like a curtsy. "Guilty as charged. Would you consider yourself to have rescued me, considering the circumstance?"

Honoka, always ready to speak up, always prepared to blurt out an answer, is silent. The girl laughs, pushing her palm to her forehead as she stares up at the room's ceiling, laughing high and bright. "You're exactly as I expected, lady knight. But now, seeing as I am not in any imminent danger... Might I invite you for tea?"

Honoka considers, for a long, suspicious moment. Then she shrugs, sliding her sword back into her scabbard and lowering her shield to the ground. "As a knight, I've been taught to never refuse the hospitality of a lady. I would love tea. Do you have biscuits?"

The girl laughs again, and puts out her hand. "Ayase Eli, princess, alchemist, and dragon shapeshifter. Allow me to show you to the downstairs."

Honoka takes Eli's hand, shaking it quite firmly. When she lets go, Eli catches her by the arm, tucking her hand against the crook of Honoka's elbow. Though she's leading as she might with a lady at a dance, she has no illusions about who's truly guiding their engagement as they make their way down the stairs to the parlor.