"Come on, it’ll be awesome!"
"You’re no fun!" A young Owain huffed, crossing his arms and turning his back. “You’ll be the damsel in distress, I’ll be the brave night that saves you, and Gerome can be the ferocious monster that is keeping you captive."
"I never agreed to any of that," a young Gerome grumbled, sitting in the grass several yards away. He was keeping himself entertained with a toy dragon.
"No," a young Cynthia protested. “I don’t want to be the captive."
Owain put his hands on his head in frustration. “Why not!?" He asked.
Cynthia spun around dramatically, striking a heroic pose. “I want to be the hero!" She exclaimed happy, putting her hands on her hips and standing up straight. “For justice and love!"
Owain scratched his head. “What does love have to do with anything?" He asked.
Cynthia shrugged. “I dunno," she answered, sitting down in the grass. “But Mommy told me it sounded catchy."
Owain sighed and began to walk away, picking up his wooden sword and dragging it on the ground. “I bet Noire would have done it," he grumbled to himself.
"Hey!" Cynthia called out, causing Owain to turn around. She was running to him as fast as her little legs would allow. “I got an id-WHOA!" The girl tripped and fell on her face. She slowly picked herself up, beginning to sniffle.
"Cynthia! Are you okay?" Owain asked, running over to her.
"WAAAAAAA!" Cynthia burst into tears. “I want Mommy!"
Owain knelt down next to her and pulled out a handkerchief that his mother had given him, and began to use it to wipe off the dirt on her face, causing the girl to stop crying.
"A-am I bleeding?" Cynthia asked as she wiped her eyes.
Owain examined her face a little more closely before shaking his head. “Nope," he said, sticking the handkerchief back in his pocket. “You look fine."
Cynthia finished drying off her face. “Thank you," she murmured quietly.
Owain stood up and turned to leave, but Cynthia grabbed his pant leg. “Wait! Owain, I have an idea!" She said happily.
The boy looked back at his young friend and raised a brow. “What?"
"I’ll be the hero, and you be Gerome’s captive!"
"I said I wasn’t agreeing to your stupid game!" Gerome called out.
"What!?" Owain asked in disbelieve. “I can’t be the captive! I’m a boy!"
Cynthia pouted and put her hands on her hips. “So?" She asked. “Boys can be in trouble too!"
Owain gritted his teeth. “I can’t be the captive! I won’t!" He exclaimed. “It’s humiliating!"
Cynthia’s eyes lit up with a new idea. “Why don’t we take turns being Gerome’s captive?"
"Hey," Owain said with a little grin. “Yeah! Good idea, Cynthia!"
The girl gave him a cheeky smile. “Gerome!" Cynthia called out, running over to the other boy, almost tripping in the process. “We’re playing a game!"
Gerome yelped in surprise as Cynthia lifted him to his feet. “H-hey! I didn’t agree to this!" He exclaimed, wriggling around in Cynthia’s grip. She set the boy down next to Owain.
"Okay, I’ll be the hero first!" Cynthia said excitedly, moving Owain behind Gerome, who was sitting in the grass, picking the little green blades out of the ground and fiddling with them.
"H-hey! No fair!" Owain exclaimed. “I wanted to be the hero first!"
"If I don’t get to be the hero first, then the deals off!" Cynthia said, spreading out her hands.
"But-" Owain tried to protest. “Ugh, fine," he grumbled, looking down at a distracted Gerome. “Oh… Help… I’m um… A captive…" He said unenthused.
"By the power of all things good, the valiant hero of light appears!" Cynthia exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose. “I shall slay the fowl beast, Gerome, and save the captive!"
"Why am I even friends with you two?" Gerome asked. Cynthia suddenly gave him a kick in the chest and knocked him over.
"Alas! I have slain the monster!" Cynthia shouted. “Never shall it terrorize the world with it’s Geromeiness again!"
"Oh… Uh…" Owain scratched the back of his head. “My… Hero?"
"Yes indeed!" Cynthia exclaimed, putting her foot on Gerome and standing proudly. “I am a hero!"
"You’re also full of yourself," Gerome grumbled.
"Okay! Cool! My turn!" Owain said excitedly. He sat Gerome back up and pushed Cynthia behind.
"I hate my life," Gerome muttered.
"It appears that the monster has risen from the ashes and plans to cast the world into Geromeiness once again!" Owain exclaimed, grabbing his sword. “It captured the fair princess, Cynthia, and only Owain, the chosen one, can save her!"
Cynthia’s eyes sparkled and she clasped her hands together. “I’m a princess?" She asked happily.
"My sword hand hungers for justice!" Owain exclaimed. He whacked Gerome on the side in the head with his sword.
"The beast has been slain, and Owain saved the world!" Owain exclaimed happily. “And the princess has escaped the dragon’s clutches!"
"My hero!" Cynthia exclaimed, lunging forward and tackling Owain. “You save me!"
"Indeed," Owain said proudly. “The world will never have to know the terror of Gerome the Terrible."
"Can I be the hero now?" Gerome asked.
"And as the princess, I must give my knight in shining armor his reward!" Cynthia said before pecking Owain on the lips, causing the boy to stagger back and blush.
"Ahem," Owain said, regaining his composer. “Perhaps I should save princesses more often."
Cynthia giggled. “Maybe so."
With that, the two grabbed each other’s hands and skipped away, until Cynthia tripped and fell on her face again and started crying.
"I hate the playground," Gerome muttered.
Poor Gerome, he always gets the short end of the stick.
Thanks for the requests waffleomaster and drawclawitch :D
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