Disclaimer: Illegal, theres an X for you to click. Too young, click. Offended by homosexual anything ... wait ... you wouldn't be here if it offended you. This story is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of any of the members of Nsync.
Note: I noticed I forgot the implications part of the disclaimer last chapter. OOPS! This may not help any, but just in case:
The last chapter was still fiction, and still didn't imply anything about the sexuality of any of the members of Nsync.
Better? I hope so.. :)
OK. I can't stop writing tonight! It's weird. I just finished chapter 8 an hour ago, and here I am again. I bet that makes a couple of you happy... :) I won't finish this this morning, but it'll be where you're reading it right now by tomorrow. Enjoy!
***************************************************************************** From Chapter 8:
I picked a black stallion. Gail got a white, and brown spotted mare. Vincent found a special breed of dragon. Red, with black horns extending from it's skull. He laughed. "I got the best! Neener neener neener!" He felt the tension in the air, and was trying to ease it a little. The JC, Chris, and Joey rode zebra-like mare's. Lance picked a pure white stud. Justin got the other black. Anthony rode with Gail. He didn't have the experience to control the wild horses that were left. We started toward Camelot. "Wait. You guys have a Camelot, too?" Asked JC. I shrugged. "I guess." *****************************************************************************
Chapter 9:
We rode for an hour, or two. The guys started bitching about how hot it was, etc. Every now, and then Gail would throw a rock at one of them with her mind. Joey only fell off his horse once. Because of Gail, anyway. Eventually we could see Camelot on the horizon. I had never seen it. It was the biggest castle on Derux. The invincible city, they call it. The huge fortification around the castle, and city was an intimidating sight. We approached the gate. Two guards were standing in our way. I was expecting the classic "Halt. Who goes there?" but got "Who the hell are you?" Anthony seemed to be hiding himself. Vincent stepped up. "I am Vincent Gregors of the Camelot Academy of Magic. We must speak with the King." The guards eyes flew open. "Vincent Gregors? Wasn't your Academy attacked by a super power?" Vincent rolled his eyes. "Yes. May we please speak with the king?" The guards moved out of our way. "All we can do is let you in. You have to speak to the royal secretary for an audience with his majesty." Vincent nodded, and we walked through the gate.
The inside of this city was decorated with banners, proclaiming the birthday of a Prince. The people of this city were walking through the streets, from one store to the next. Midwives, trying to keep their children in line. Fathers preparing to take their sons on their first hunts. This was a busy city. There were at least twenty royal squires running around, decorating the city for the birthday of the Prince. We walked through the city until we heard a scream. Everyone stopped, looked in the direction of the scream, and went back to their business. Another scream. This time it was ignored. A few heads shaking told us this was a normal thing that none of them could do anything about. We decided we could, and went in that direction.
"You bitch! Stop screaming! Stay still!"
"No! Please!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
We were about to step in when Anthony stopped us. "I'll take care of this. Don't be too surprised when..." He didn't finish his sentence. He walked toward the guard raping the young girl. "You, sir. What do you think you're doing?" Anthony's words had so much power. "Go away, kid! Unless you want the same thing this bitch is getting!" With a laugh he went back to the young woman. "I suggest you stop. I'm sure you know the sentence for what you are doing." The man grew angry, and threw the woman to the ground. "Come here, you little fuck! I'm going to kill you!" He was too angry to notice the rest of us, ready to defend Anthony. "Do not touch me, or you will regret ever being born." He spoke with such courage. "Look, you son of a bitch, I am a royal guard. You are a peasant. You can do nothing! Now leave, or die!" Anthony did not change stance. The look on his face remained the same. A small crowd had gathered. "I did not want it to come to this, but I hereby sentence you to fifteen years in the dungeons, three months of each year will be spent in the channels. At the end of your fifteen years you will be brought to a place of execution, and hanged from the neck until you are dead." The guard snorted. "And how do you figure you can dot hat shit, huh?" He spat at Anthony. "A great sign of disrespect, sir. This will give you 7 more years in the channels. You're wondering how I can do this. Take a good look at my face. Whom do you see?" The guard looked intently at Anthony. He suddenly hit the ground. "I apologize, your majesty! Please, do not send me to the channels, please!" A few gasps from the crowd, along with looks of confusion among our group. Anthony turned to us. "That is right. I am Prince Anthony Camelot the Third." He turned back to the guard. "Your sentence will be carried out immediately." He turned back to us. "Would you please escort this man to the castle." He winked, and smiled. We obediently walked over to the man, and grabbed him by the arms. Pulling him up, we followed Anthony to the castle. Eyes were locked on us as we walked through the streets of Camelot.
Reaching the gates of the castle, the guards stopped us. "Who are you, and what business do you have here. "I am tired of being stopped. We have urgent matters with his majesty." I think Anthony enjoyed tricking the guards. "And who might you be, kid?" Anthony laughed. "I am death himself. It is your King's time." The guard cocked an eyebrow. "Please, kid. Our king is only thirty-six." Anthony laughed again. "You shouldn't lie about my fathers age." The guards scampered out of the way. The royal guard watched us closely. I had a feeling they didn't trust that Anthony was the actual Prince. When we reached the door to the throne, Anthony didn't wasn't to play anymore.
"Who are you, and what business do you have with the King?" Anthony sighed. "It has only been two fucking years." Gail slapped him upside his head. He struggled not to laugh. "I have not changed that much. Just look at me!" These guards scampered, as well. As soon as the doors opened three guards rushed to us. "The King is not ready for you." Anthony did want to play with his father. "Not ready for me? Not ready for a criminal? Not ready for a guard that raped one of your citizens." Anthony had covered his face with his robe. He looked like a thief. "I can't believe you would let your guards get away with this!" The King was infuriated. "These are serious charges! You should not have interrupted my meeting with the council! You bring a lie into my throne room, and expect to live?" Anthony then became infuriated. He ripped the robe from around his face. "Father, I did not bring a lie into your throne room. I brought common filth. A disgusting criminal! Gail, please bring that young woman to me." She left the castle, in search of the young woman. "Father, I will not be a part of an empire ruled by an incompetent King! If you cannot trust your citizens when they bring a crime to you, then pigs like this can get away with anything!" The King was speechless. "An ... Anthony? Is it really you?" Anthony was turning red with anger. "Do not change the subject! The people of this city knew what was happening to this young woman, but did nothing. They knew you would not believe that your precious guard was raping someone, and would sentence them to death for accusing one of such a crime. You make me sick." Gail returned with the young woman. Anthony look at her. She was about seventeen, with golden blonde hair down to her shoulders. She was still crying. "This is the woman he tried to rape." He grabbed her hand, and led her to the throne. He sat her down in his throne, and knelt by her, holding her hand. He was talking so only his father, and the girl could hear him. "Father, you give this girl justice, or I swear I will build my own empire, and destroy you. I'm sure your people would follow me, because of your mistrust, and lack of a heart." A few days later***************
"It was nice of the King to let us stay here in the castle." Justin was still acting like a child with a new playhouse. I smiled at his innocence. "Yes, it was. I was surprised he was so harsh on that guard. I mean sixty years in the channels, and if he survives that he'll then be beheaded, resurrected, and fed to the lions. Sure, he committed a terrible crime, but I think that was a little harsh!" Justin nodded. We were sharing a room in the castle. The honored guests of his majesty Prince Anthony Camelot the Third. It turned out Gail was his personal guard. Along with Ryan. They escorted him to the academy, and were to protect him until his sixteenth birthday, at which time they were to escort him home for the ceremony. Anthony asked Gail to hide this from us, and hope our quest brought us here in time. Anthony did not want us to think of him as a Prince, but as a friend.
"When is Anthony's party?" Asked Justin. "In two days." I was working on a scroll for the King. In return for the rooms, food, and access to the library, I had to create the magic scrolls his squires use to do their chores. I finished, and turned my attention to Justin. My eyes shot open, and I looked at the floor. "Sorry." I muttered. He laughed. "It's OK. I'm not naked." I smiled. "You're pretty damn close to it." He looked down. "Well, my robe is being washed. I don't exactly have anything else to wear." I looked up. He was wearing a pair of silk boxers. "Why are you so embarrassed? Does someone have a crush on me?" I knew he was kidding. I laughed. "I think your ego is a little bigger than it should be." I winked at him. His smile turned into a frown. "You really do have a crush on me, don't you?" He was serious this time. I looked away from him.
P. O. V. Vincent:
"Damn it. Work you piece of shit!" I was tinkering with a harness for my dragon. This harness would be able to control his fire breath. When I wanted it to breathe fire, I would simply squeeze the reins, and it would breathe fire. "I swear if you don't work this time, I'm going to give you to the royal tinkerrers!" The royal tinkerrers were known far and wide for their failures. I squeezed the reins lightly. A piece of uranium ore flapped down to where the dragons neck would be. "YES!" I yelled. I ran off to fit my dragon, not even realizing I was in my underwear.
P. O. V. Gail:
"Anthony! Get dressed! You have a meeting with Princess Elizabeth in 5 minutes!" Anthony had locked himself int he bathroom. "No. I know whats going to happen. Before I even see her, father is going to tell me about some agreement, and that I'll have to marry her! I don't even like girls, damn it!" Gail thought about it for a moment. "First off, don't you ever say anything like that again! Secondly, if you don't want to marry her, you don't have to. I know who you're interested in, so I will defend you until your father tried to set you up with him!" She heard the lock on the door click. The door opened, and there stood a fully dressed, smiling Anthony. "Thank you. How did you know I like him?" She laughed. "Ever since he became an angel you've been drooling over him. It's all too obvious!"
P. O. V. Jacob:
"I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone." I stood to leave the room. Justin touched my shoulder. "No. It's OK. For one thing, you're as close to naked as I am. For another, I don't mind. You can fantasize about my body all you want. Just keep it in your head." He smiled, and walked to the bed. "I'm gonna take a nap. Tell me when my clothes get back, K?" I nodded.
P. O. V. Justin:
I was kicking myself for not telling him. I had to try, and sleep. I couldn't leave the room 'cause of my lack of clothes. The only place I could go to think was my dreams.
P. O. V. Lance:
"JC? I'm going to the library. I'll be back in a while."
I walked down the hallway to the library. I walked through the rows of books, looking for anything of the powers of the heavens. I found what I was looking for. I sat down at one of the huge oak tables in the center of the room. I opened the book, trying to keep my mind on it. My mind kept wandering to a certain Prince...
P. O. V. JC:
'He's gone.' I thought. 'Now's my chance.' I slipped out of the bathroom, and headed toward Gail, and Anthony's room. 'I have to tell her how I feel. I hope she doesn't think I don't trust her. It's just that Vincent I don't trust.'
P. O. V. Chris:
"Joey! Where are you?" I searched the room, but he wasn't there. 'Damn it. He has to disappear when I need to talk to him. In this huge castle, too! Damn it!' I began my search. I walked past the library. 'Nah ... he wouldn't be in there! Too many books.' I continued down the hall until I found the kitchen. 'Of course!' I opened the oak door. There was Joey, eating everything he could get his hands on. "Hey, Joe!" He looked at me with a mouth full of food. He swallowed. "Hey, Chris. Whats up?" I sat down next to him. "Have you noticed the way Justin has been acting around Jacob? Lance has been kinda weird around Anthony, too." Joey looked confused. Big surprise. "What do you mean?" I laughed. "I mean Justin has completely fallen for Jacob, and Lance is halfway there for Anthony." He looked shocked. "Justin, and Lance are gay?!" I almost fell off the chair laughing. "Oh. You're serious. You have a problem with that?" Joey shook his head. "No, no. I have a problem with them telling you, and not me!" I smiled. "They didn't tell me. It's obvious."
OK, thats it. Tell me what you thought! TruAmricanBadAss@AOL.com. I know, I know. The perfect matches when it comes to crushes. Hey, it's destiny. ;) Anyway, it's almost 5 A.M. so if this part sucks, be gentle. The P. O. V. changes a good idea, or not? Comments, suggestions, etc., are greatly appreciated. Good night everybody!