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Title: Bedtime Trouble
Characters: Zelgadis and Zack
Summary: Zelgadis tries to tell his son a bedtime story...which proves to be rather difficult
“Daddy, where is Mommy?” Zack asked as he hugged his bunny tightly to his chest, sitting spread out on his bed.
His father draped the fluffy blue blanket over his small body. “Mommy had to go to a meeting with your Aunt,” Zelgadis replied, tucking his son in. “So, I’m taking over your bedtime tonight.”
Zack paled. “Aunt Gracie isn’t coming to tell me a bedtime story like last time, is she?”
“It’s pronounced Gracia and what’s wrong if she is? I thought you liked spending time with her.”
“I do, but her laugh hurts my ears.”
Zelgadis couldn’t argue with that logic. He kept an emergency pair of earplugs in his pocket for the very same reason. “Don’t worry, I’ll be the one telling your bedtime story tonight.”
“Oh, okay, you haven’t read to me in a million years.
“That would be rather difficult to do since you’re only 6,” Zelgadis commented as he went to Zack’s small bookshelf. He picked out a storybook he recalled as being a favorite of Zack and Amelia, then pulled up the chair near the bed and cleared his throat.
“Once upon a time there was a princess. She was loved by all of the forest animals who would greet her every morning saying ‘Good morning princess’.”
“That’s not how Mommy does it.”
Zelgadis glanced up. “What? How else is there to do it?”
Zack frowned sternly. “Mommy does voices.”
“Voices?”
“Yeah. For the bunnies she talks in a high voice. For the birds she says ‘tweet’ at the end and for the horses she makes a whinney sound-“
“Alright, alright, I get it,” Zelgadis sighed. The things a parent had to do to please their children. He took a quick glance around to be sure no one could black mail him for what he was about to do. He cleared his throat and repeated in a high voice “Good morning princess!”
“That’s better,” Zack nodding approvingly.
Zelgadis sighed and continued. “One morning, a troll saw the princess and decided to make her his bride. As the princess was greeting her forest friends, the troll snatched her away and-”
“You’re not laughing.”
Zelgadis glanced up. “Laughing?”
“Mommy always makes an evil laugh for the troll.”
“Zack, I am not doing an evil laugh.”
The boy glared. Zelgadis shook his head an did a very un-energetic “Mwhahaha.”
“Could be better, but it will do,” Zack replied.
Zelgadis wondered briefly if he and Amelia were raising a prince or a critic, but continued.
“Word spread of the princess’s capture and when a prince heard he vowed to rescued her. So he-“
“Do the speech!” Zack yelled, excitedly.
Zelgadis felt a twitch and a headache coming on. “Speech?” he asked, twitching an eye.
“For this part, Mommy always stands up on the chair.” To demonstrate, Zack climbed to his feet and stood on his bed. “Then she throws a fist in the air yelling ‘By the hammer of justice I will kick the troll” or something. I don’t remember what she says. It gets long after a while.”
At this point Zelgadis slammed the book shut, making a mental note to talk with Amelia about toning down her justice speeches. “Alright, we’re going to read a different book.”
The chimera scanned the bookshelf and picked one that still appeared to be brand new. “Has your mother ever read you this one?”
Zack shook his head. “Nope.”
Zelgadis relaxed. Perhaps he could get away with not having to create voices or do justice speeches.
“Grandpa’s read it to me a million times.”
The book was tossed over Zelgadis’s shoulder. He didn’t even what to know how Phil was reading to his son. Although, now he was in a pickle. Zack would refuse to go to sleep without a story, but it seemed Amelia and Phil had read every book Zack had. What he needed was a new story, which wasn’t possible, unless he created one himself.
“Zack, how about I tell you a story with no book tonight.”
The boy frowned and hugged his bunny. “But there won’t be any pictures.”
“USE your imagination.”
Zack froze. He knew that tone. It usually meant that his dad hadn’t gotten his cup of coffee or Aunt Lina was playing another joke on him. Either way, Zack knew his father wasn’t in a good mood, so he nodded quickly.
Zelgadis sighed and sat down, trying to think of what kind of plot. “Well, they say writers tell the best stories from their own experiences.”
With this thought, Zelgadis cleared his throat again. “Once upon a time, there was a handsome and brave sorcerer. Although he was a genius in sorcery, he craved to be a strong swordsman. One day, a dark mage came and made the offer to make him stronger. The sorcerer accepted at once, but this proved to be a grave error.”
Zelgadis fists tightened at the memory.
“The mage turned the young sorcerer into a monster.”
“Why didn’t he ask?” Zack asked.
Zelgadis stared dumbly at his son. “What do you mean?”
“There’s no such thing as a free lunch and you should never agree to anything you don’t know the full details of.”
“Who taught you that?”
“Aunt Lina. Also, why did he listen to a stranger? Uncle Gourry and Mommy told me to never talk to strangers.”
“Well, in some cases it’s okay…”
“But Daddy, if I did that you would yell at me.”
Zelgadis could feel that headache coming back. “Look the sorcerer was young and naive.”
“So, he was stupid?”
Zelgadis twitched. “Yes, he was stupid. Now then, the mage turned the sorcerer into a monster.”
“What kind? Did he have horns?”
“No, he did not have horns.”
“What about wings?”
“No wings.”
“Extra arms?”
“No!” Zelgadis paused to think of something that wouldn’t give the sorcerer’s idenity away. “He turned his skin purple with dark spots.”
Zack wrinkled his nose. “That doesn’t sound like a monster Daddy. The mage just made him look different.”
Zelgadis groaned. “Fine, he wasn’t a monster he just looked different. May I continue?”
Sensing the fierce tone again, Zack eased back and nodded.
“As I was saying, the mage turned the sorcerer into…a different person. The sorcerer then set out to find a cure and turn himself back to normal. So, the sorcerer began a quest to find a way to release the curse.”
“He had to kiss a princess to break the spell right?” Zack grinned at being able to predict a detail of the story. “They always have to kiss a princess.”
“No,” said Zelgadis. “In fact, the sorcerer had no clue on how to break the spell.” He then gave a small smile. “He did meet a princess however. They met while she was with her companions and battling evil sorcerers that were troubling the country.”
“She sounds like Mommy,” Zack replied giving his bunny a tight hug.
“Indeed,” Zelgadis said with a slight chuckle. “The princess and the sorcerer became good friends and slowly became more than that and quite content.” Zelgadis sighed. “Sadly, the sorcerer had to continue his search so he left her behind-“
“Wait, why didn’t he go with her?”
“She had her own duties to run the country.”
“But if they were friends, she probably would have left them. Mommy would have and why did he leave? If the sorcerer was happy enough, why did he have to break the spell? He did just look different.”
“Zack, he wanted to be human again.”
The boy frowned. “Did he write?”
“Well, once in awhile-”
“HE DIDN’T WRITE?!”
“I didn’t say that. It was difficult sometimes for him to write, but he did try to every couple of months.”
Zack gapped. “Months? She must have been worried if she didn’t hear from him for that long.”
Zelgadis was silent. “You think so?”
Zack nodded. “Mommy gets worried when she doesn’t get a letter from Aunt Gracie for a long time. So, isn’t it the same thing?”
The chimera stared at his feet. It was odd. For once, he felt Zack was the parent scolding him for his naughty behaviour.”
“Daddy, this sorcerer sounds like a jerk.”
That comment caused Zelgadis to wince, but he couldn’t deny it. He knew Amelia had wanted to hear from him during those quests he undertook to look for his cure. How could it never occur to him that she was worried? Actually, Lina had frequently told him it would have been good to write more often to the princess during their traveling days. Only now, after being pointed out by a child did he understand how inconsiderate he had been.
“You’re right,” Zelgadis simply replied.
Zack blinked. He was hardly ever right. “I am?”
“Yes, the sorcerer was a jerk, but he does learn from his mistakes.” Zelgadis leaned on his knees. “In fact, the sorcerer realizes how much he loves the princess and goes back to her even if the spell is still intact.”
“Did they live happily ever after?”
“I can assure you they did,” Zelgadsi said with a wistful glimmer in his eyes.
Zack laid his head down on his pillow. “Oh good, that wasn’t a bad story Daddy, but can it have an ogre or an elf next time?”
“What, no dragons?”
Zack shook his head. “I hear enough dragon stories from Uncle Gourry and they all end with Aunt Lina scaring them away.”
Zelgadis held back a chuckle. No doubt Gourry only told those stories when Lina was out of earshot. The fact that the swordsman was still breathing was proof. Zelgadis then wished his son a good night with a pat on the boy’s head.
As he walked down the hall, the chimera began to debate whether to buy Amelia new earrings or a pearl necklace. He was going to be doing a lot of apologizing to his wife tomorrow.
This weekend, I'm going to try to make
zenvvy Mocha Truffle cookies and got a fanfic to share. It's one I've been meaning to post for awhile.Title: Bedtime Trouble
Characters: Zelgadis and Zack
Summary: Zelgadis tries to tell his son a bedtime story...which proves to be rather difficult
“Daddy, where is Mommy?” Zack asked as he hugged his bunny tightly to his chest, sitting spread out on his bed.
His father draped the fluffy blue blanket over his small body. “Mommy had to go to a meeting with your Aunt,” Zelgadis replied, tucking his son in. “So, I’m taking over your bedtime tonight.”
Zack paled. “Aunt Gracie isn’t coming to tell me a bedtime story like last time, is she?”
“It’s pronounced Gracia and what’s wrong if she is? I thought you liked spending time with her.”
“I do, but her laugh hurts my ears.”
Zelgadis couldn’t argue with that logic. He kept an emergency pair of earplugs in his pocket for the very same reason. “Don’t worry, I’ll be the one telling your bedtime story tonight.”
“Oh, okay, you haven’t read to me in a million years.
“That would be rather difficult to do since you’re only 6,” Zelgadis commented as he went to Zack’s small bookshelf. He picked out a storybook he recalled as being a favorite of Zack and Amelia, then pulled up the chair near the bed and cleared his throat.
“Once upon a time there was a princess. She was loved by all of the forest animals who would greet her every morning saying ‘Good morning princess’.”
“That’s not how Mommy does it.”
Zelgadis glanced up. “What? How else is there to do it?”
Zack frowned sternly. “Mommy does voices.”
“Voices?”
“Yeah. For the bunnies she talks in a high voice. For the birds she says ‘tweet’ at the end and for the horses she makes a whinney sound-“
“Alright, alright, I get it,” Zelgadis sighed. The things a parent had to do to please their children. He took a quick glance around to be sure no one could black mail him for what he was about to do. He cleared his throat and repeated in a high voice “Good morning princess!”
“That’s better,” Zack nodding approvingly.
Zelgadis sighed and continued. “One morning, a troll saw the princess and decided to make her his bride. As the princess was greeting her forest friends, the troll snatched her away and-”
“You’re not laughing.”
Zelgadis glanced up. “Laughing?”
“Mommy always makes an evil laugh for the troll.”
“Zack, I am not doing an evil laugh.”
The boy glared. Zelgadis shook his head an did a very un-energetic “Mwhahaha.”
“Could be better, but it will do,” Zack replied.
Zelgadis wondered briefly if he and Amelia were raising a prince or a critic, but continued.
“Word spread of the princess’s capture and when a prince heard he vowed to rescued her. So he-“
“Do the speech!” Zack yelled, excitedly.
Zelgadis felt a twitch and a headache coming on. “Speech?” he asked, twitching an eye.
“For this part, Mommy always stands up on the chair.” To demonstrate, Zack climbed to his feet and stood on his bed. “Then she throws a fist in the air yelling ‘By the hammer of justice I will kick the troll” or something. I don’t remember what she says. It gets long after a while.”
At this point Zelgadis slammed the book shut, making a mental note to talk with Amelia about toning down her justice speeches. “Alright, we’re going to read a different book.”
The chimera scanned the bookshelf and picked one that still appeared to be brand new. “Has your mother ever read you this one?”
Zack shook his head. “Nope.”
Zelgadis relaxed. Perhaps he could get away with not having to create voices or do justice speeches.
“Grandpa’s read it to me a million times.”
The book was tossed over Zelgadis’s shoulder. He didn’t even what to know how Phil was reading to his son. Although, now he was in a pickle. Zack would refuse to go to sleep without a story, but it seemed Amelia and Phil had read every book Zack had. What he needed was a new story, which wasn’t possible, unless he created one himself.
“Zack, how about I tell you a story with no book tonight.”
The boy frowned and hugged his bunny. “But there won’t be any pictures.”
“USE your imagination.”
Zack froze. He knew that tone. It usually meant that his dad hadn’t gotten his cup of coffee or Aunt Lina was playing another joke on him. Either way, Zack knew his father wasn’t in a good mood, so he nodded quickly.
Zelgadis sighed and sat down, trying to think of what kind of plot. “Well, they say writers tell the best stories from their own experiences.”
With this thought, Zelgadis cleared his throat again. “Once upon a time, there was a handsome and brave sorcerer. Although he was a genius in sorcery, he craved to be a strong swordsman. One day, a dark mage came and made the offer to make him stronger. The sorcerer accepted at once, but this proved to be a grave error.”
Zelgadis fists tightened at the memory.
“The mage turned the young sorcerer into a monster.”
“Why didn’t he ask?” Zack asked.
Zelgadis stared dumbly at his son. “What do you mean?”
“There’s no such thing as a free lunch and you should never agree to anything you don’t know the full details of.”
“Who taught you that?”
“Aunt Lina. Also, why did he listen to a stranger? Uncle Gourry and Mommy told me to never talk to strangers.”
“Well, in some cases it’s okay…”
“But Daddy, if I did that you would yell at me.”
Zelgadis could feel that headache coming back. “Look the sorcerer was young and naive.”
“So, he was stupid?”
Zelgadis twitched. “Yes, he was stupid. Now then, the mage turned the sorcerer into a monster.”
“What kind? Did he have horns?”
“No, he did not have horns.”
“What about wings?”
“No wings.”
“Extra arms?”
“No!” Zelgadis paused to think of something that wouldn’t give the sorcerer’s idenity away. “He turned his skin purple with dark spots.”
Zack wrinkled his nose. “That doesn’t sound like a monster Daddy. The mage just made him look different.”
Zelgadis groaned. “Fine, he wasn’t a monster he just looked different. May I continue?”
Sensing the fierce tone again, Zack eased back and nodded.
“As I was saying, the mage turned the sorcerer into…a different person. The sorcerer then set out to find a cure and turn himself back to normal. So, the sorcerer began a quest to find a way to release the curse.”
“He had to kiss a princess to break the spell right?” Zack grinned at being able to predict a detail of the story. “They always have to kiss a princess.”
“No,” said Zelgadis. “In fact, the sorcerer had no clue on how to break the spell.” He then gave a small smile. “He did meet a princess however. They met while she was with her companions and battling evil sorcerers that were troubling the country.”
“She sounds like Mommy,” Zack replied giving his bunny a tight hug.
“Indeed,” Zelgadis said with a slight chuckle. “The princess and the sorcerer became good friends and slowly became more than that and quite content.” Zelgadis sighed. “Sadly, the sorcerer had to continue his search so he left her behind-“
“Wait, why didn’t he go with her?”
“She had her own duties to run the country.”
“But if they were friends, she probably would have left them. Mommy would have and why did he leave? If the sorcerer was happy enough, why did he have to break the spell? He did just look different.”
“Zack, he wanted to be human again.”
The boy frowned. “Did he write?”
“Well, once in awhile-”
“HE DIDN’T WRITE?!”
“I didn’t say that. It was difficult sometimes for him to write, but he did try to every couple of months.”
Zack gapped. “Months? She must have been worried if she didn’t hear from him for that long.”
Zelgadis was silent. “You think so?”
Zack nodded. “Mommy gets worried when she doesn’t get a letter from Aunt Gracie for a long time. So, isn’t it the same thing?”
The chimera stared at his feet. It was odd. For once, he felt Zack was the parent scolding him for his naughty behaviour.”
“Daddy, this sorcerer sounds like a jerk.”
That comment caused Zelgadis to wince, but he couldn’t deny it. He knew Amelia had wanted to hear from him during those quests he undertook to look for his cure. How could it never occur to him that she was worried? Actually, Lina had frequently told him it would have been good to write more often to the princess during their traveling days. Only now, after being pointed out by a child did he understand how inconsiderate he had been.
“You’re right,” Zelgadis simply replied.
Zack blinked. He was hardly ever right. “I am?”
“Yes, the sorcerer was a jerk, but he does learn from his mistakes.” Zelgadis leaned on his knees. “In fact, the sorcerer realizes how much he loves the princess and goes back to her even if the spell is still intact.”
“Did they live happily ever after?”
“I can assure you they did,” Zelgadsi said with a wistful glimmer in his eyes.
Zack laid his head down on his pillow. “Oh good, that wasn’t a bad story Daddy, but can it have an ogre or an elf next time?”
“What, no dragons?”
Zack shook his head. “I hear enough dragon stories from Uncle Gourry and they all end with Aunt Lina scaring them away.”
Zelgadis held back a chuckle. No doubt Gourry only told those stories when Lina was out of earshot. The fact that the swordsman was still breathing was proof. Zelgadis then wished his son a good night with a pat on the boy’s head.
As he walked down the hall, the chimera began to debate whether to buy Amelia new earrings or a pearl necklace. He was going to be doing a lot of apologizing to his wife tomorrow.
