A short tale about a short girl and her dwarf! (Part uno)

And she thought to herself as she left the coffee bar and all her friends; “today is a good day for tiddly-winks”. As she wondered through the darkening street towards the bus stop her mind wondered to times when the grass grew longer, the days dawned brighter and the air airiated fresher. 1

As she began to hum a familiar song to herself an old man looked upon her with curiosity, she vaguely recognised him from a movie she had once seen in her parent’s bedroom, she shuddered as she remembered what role he had partaken. A lot had happened to her recently, and as she tripped over an invisible dwarf she had a dreading feeling that this was just the beginning of a long, over-drawn story full of random adventures that would spell the end of the authors career.2

“Are ye the one I search?” Asked the gruff dwarf gruffly. Dawn didn’t know what to say.3

“I don’t know what to say” she muttered4

“Ye be Dawn, daughter of St Nick and Lady Jaquelqueen?”5

“Yes ye, I mean I believe they were called that in college”6

“Then thee, thou, arst, must come with me immediately.”7

“I’ve got a bus to catch.”8

“There you are not wrong.” Laughed the dwarf as he shoved Dawn in front of a very well timed number 7 bus. She screamed as if in pain.9

The next thing Dawn knew she was awaking in a glen like area. “I wonder where this glen like area is?” she asked herself out-loud.10

“This ain’t no glen you dumb arsed-ed son of a once known female dog.” Replied a well spoken English voice. A man with deep flowing hair and devilish dark eyes appeared from the shadows. Dawn gasped at his beauty. Then she gasped in horror as she caught sight of his lower body.11

“You gasp in awe at my lower body I partaketh?”12

Dawn nodded numbly, unable to tear her eyes away, it was by far the longest she’d ever seen, and it swayed jollily to some unsung tune; probably green-sleeves. 13

“This be my faithful companion, Chazberry” explained the man whilst gesturing to the bewitching swaying object. Dawn reached out to grasp it, whilst the reader’s wonder what kind of a story this really is. “I wouldn’t, it might spit.” Dawn recoiled in horror.14

“Pleasure to meet you” greeted the half-viper, half- cat creature hanging at the tall dark handsome stranger’s waist.15

“Ditto” gulped Dawn nervously. She looked up at the man, eyes seeking his name.16

“And my name is Edward proud protector of Eddingham and all it holds dear.” He explained.17

“What am I doing here?” Asked Dawn as she stood up feeling as though she had been lying on a dirt mound for hours.18

“Well it seems you have been lying on a dirt mound for hours” replied Edward. Dawn looked behind her and saw it was true.19

“Well; the last thing I remember is a dwarf pushing me in front of a bus and having a weird craving for mustard and cheese.”20

“Are you the one we sent for?” Asked Chazberry.21

“Possibly.” Replied Dawn confused as to which head she should talk to.22

“Never send a Dwarf to do a man’s job” sighed Edward.23

“I’m as man as you” shouted the gruff dwarf as he latched himself onto Edwards knee, Edward and Chazberry yelped in pain simultaneously. Dawn sat for seemingly hours watching the three creatures battle over who was more man than who, eventually it was decided over a knitting competition. 24

“She is Dawn, she is the one” announced the dwarf as he proudly swaggered around in his cross-stitched hat and stripy woolly shirt.25

“Then we should start on our journey.” Announced Edward untangling himself from the knotty cocoon he had knitted himself into.26

“Do I get a say in this?” Asked Dawn impatiently.27

“No” replied all three.28

And off they went.29

To be continued...30