Main Page Go to Short Stories Go back to Articles Go to Comics Go to Continued Series Go to Editorial Go to New Series

Show All | Week 1 | Week 2 | Week 3 | Week 4 | Week 5 | Week 6 | Week 7 | Week 8 | Week 9 | Week 10 | Week 11 | Week 12 | Week 13 | Week 14 | Week 15 | Week 16 | Week 17 | Week 18 | Week 19 | Week 20 | Week 21 | Week 22 | Week 23 | Week 24 | Week 25 | Week 26 | Week 27 | Week 28 | Week 29 | Week 30 | Week 31 | Week 32 | Week 33 | Week 34 | Week 35 | Week 36 | Week 37 | Week 38 | Week 39 | Week 40 | Week 41 | Week 42 | Week 43 | Week 44 | Week 45 | Week 46 | Week 47 | Week 48 | Week 49 | Week 50 | Week 51 | Week 52 | Week 53 | Week 54 | Week 55 | Week 56 | Week 57 | Week 58 | Week 59 | Week 60 | Week 61 | Week 62 | Week 63 | Week 64 | Week 65 | Week 66 | Week 67 | Week 68 | Week 69 | Week 70 | Week 71 | Week 72 | Week 73 | Week 74 | Week 75 | Week 76 | Week 77 | Week 78 | Week 79 | Week 80 | Week 81 | Week 82 | Week 83 | Week 84 | Week 85 | Week 86 | Week 87 | Week 88 | Week 89 | Week 90 | Week 91 | Week 92 | Week 93 | Week 94 | Week 95 | Week 96 | Week 97 | Week 98 | Week 99 | Week 100 | Week 101 | Week 102 | Week 103 | Week 104 | Week 105 | Week 106 | Week 107 | Week 108 | Week 109 | Week 110 | Week 111 | Week 112 | Week 113 | Week 114 | Week 115 | Week 116 | Week 117 | Week 118 | Week 119 | Week 120 | Week 121 | Week 122 | Week 123 | Week 124 | Week 125 | Week 126 | Week 127 | Week 128 | Week 129 | Week 130 | Week 131 | Week 132 | Week 133 | Week 134 | Week 135 | Week 136 | Week 137 | Week 138 | Week 139 | Week 140 | Week 141 | Week 142 | Week 143 | Week 144 | Week 145 | Week 146 | Week 147 | Week 148 | Week 149

Neopia's Fill in the Blank News Source | 4th day of Hiding, Yr 22
The Neopian Times Week 37 > Short Stories > Rhiannon's Prince

Rhiannon's Prince

by stellarwing

Rhiannon the Scorchio stood at the window of the tallest tower of the castle she was imprisoned in. She sang a beautiful and sad song of lost hope and broken dreams. Her words were carried by the wind and birds from the nearby forest flew to the window to listen. She was just reaching the chorus when there was a loud bang on the wooden door of Rhiannon's small room. She stopped singing, and the birds immediately scattered. From just outside the door someone yelled, "Stop that infernal racket!" Heavy footsteps could then be heard stomping away and down a flight of stairs.

Rhiannon sighed. This is how her life had been for the past three years, ever since she had been kidnapped by the evil knight Sir Krawker. He had heard rumours of Rhiannon, the fairest maiden in the land, and had decided to take her as his own. She had of course resisted, but it turned out he was conspiring against her with her parents. Rhiannon's parents wanted her to marry Sir Krawker, insisting he would be good for her "attitude." She had flat-out refused, so the angry Krawk dragged her out to his castle and locked her in the tallest tower. Not without a fight, of course. Sir Krawker bore a scar across his right arm for that. Rhiannon smiled when she thought of this.

Rhiannon's thoughts were shattered when she once again heard a bang on the door. Sir Krawker's harsh voice yelled, "Breakfast!" and there was heard the jangling of keys, a click, and the creek of the door opening. Sir Krawker dropped a heavy metal tray on the floor of Rhiannon's room. She shook her head at him.

"Why don't you just hire a maid to bring me my meals?" Rhiannon inquired, "You can certainly afford it."

Sir Krawker snorted. "Why should I? So you can convince her to unlock the door and let you free? I think not, my sweet."

"Fine, fine, I know you'll never change! Just leave me in peace then!"

Sir Krawker looked as if he was going to say something else, but instead shrugged it off and left, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

Rhiannon turned back to the window and was surprised to see a Beekadoodle sitting there, having stayed even after her song. Rhiannon picked up the creature and held it for a moment, whispered something about wishing she could just fly away, and then released it. The Beekadoodle rapidly flapped its little wings and was soon on its way, darting into the forest.


Sir Scorchious, the fire Scorchio, was roaming the Secret Forest on Princess, his white Uni. He stopped to rest under the shade of a tree. He was lying down, resting his eyes, when he heard something buzzing around his head. He looked up and saw a Beekadoodle flitting about. It circled Princess' head three times, then darted away. Princess neighed and chased after it. Scorchious yelled after her, "Wait, come back!" but it was too late. Both Beekadoodle and Uni were out of sight.

Scorchious sighed. He didn't particularly feel like a chase today. But since he didn't have much of a choice, he ran in the direction Princess had gone.


Rhiannon was staring idly out her window when she heard an angry exclamation from Sir Krawker. She looked down and saw him chasing a white Uni with his Fire Sword. The terrified creature had apparently gotten too close to Sir Krawker's castle. A scared little Beekadoodle was dashing away in the opposite direction.

The white Uni flew away over the flaming fire bushes surrounding Sir Krawker's castle. Sir Krawker yelled one more warning after her before stomping back into the castle, muttering to himself. Rhiannon sighed and once again began to sing, having nothing better to do.


Scorchious finally found Princess, panting and looking as though she had run for her life. He began leading her back towards the exit of the forest, when he suddenly heard singing carried by the wind. Enchanted by the beautiful voice, he headed deeper into the forest, to the displeasure of Princess.

It wasn't long before Scorchious came to a hedge of fire bushes. It was a rather hot day, so they were in full blaze. Princess seemed to object to being there, and tried in vain to run away. But Scorchious was compelled by the voice, and determined to go forward.

Scorchious tried to find a way around the bushes, but discovered they grew in a circle completely surrounding a huge, ghastly castle. The singing came from somewhere in the castle, Scorchious was sure of it.


Rhiannon could've sworn she saw something move near the bushes. A flash of white, and maybe black. She shrugged it off. Her eyes were probably just playing tricks on her. She stopped singing, feeling bored of even that. She wandered over to the door to her room, and for no apparent reason decided to try the handle. To her astonishment, it was unlocked. Sir Krawker must have forgotten to lock it the last time he came to complain about her singing. A little nervous, she stepped out and began to creep down the staircase.


Scorchious was standing by the fire bushes for quite some time, pondering what to do. Princess, who had finally recovered from her fear and stopped trying to run away, turned to Scorchious and said, "Um, why don't you just walk through the bushes? Scorchios like heat, and after all, you're pained fire. And you don't even have to do that. You can fly over."

Scorchious just stood for a moment, then smacked himself. "Man, that wasn't very smart... OK then, here it goes!" He spread his wings and easily glided over the bushes. Princess followed, still a little reluctant. The two approached the castle, the nervous little Beekadoodle following them from a distance without them knowing.


Rhiannon crept down flight of stairs after flight of stairs. She never had any idea the tower was so tall! At long last she reached the bottom, where there was a door. Rhiannon slowly reached out, pulled the handle... and discovered it was locked. With a great sigh of disappointment, she began to head back, when she tripped over something. She reached down to pick up whatever it was, and discovered it was a small bronze key. It fit perfectly in the keyhole of the door. Rhiannon shook her head; Sir Krawker certainly wasn't the smartest Krawk in Neopia.

Rhiannon opened the door to find herself in a relatively small room with three passages leading away from it. The one to her right seemed to be some kind of living room, and the one to her left was the kitchen. She couldn't see the room just in front of her because the passage turned a corner.

Rhiannon crept slowly forward into the middle passage and peered around the corner. She immediately shrank back. It was the parlour, and Sir Krawker was there, asleep on his blue velvet chair in front of the fireplace.

Rhiannon tiptoed back into the main passage and went into the kitchen. She looked around. There really wasn't much there. A table, a cupboard, a few chairs. Awww, there in the corner. A window.

Rhiannon looked out the window. The view was much different on the ground floor. She reached out to open the window, but discovered to her dismay that there was no handle. Not being one to give up, she pick up one of the chairs and hurled it at the window. CRASH! Glass went everywhere! So much for a quiet exit, Rhiannon thought to herself. Not wanting to wait around and see if Sir Krawker had waken, Rhiannon hopped out the window. She found herself in the back. Just beyond the fire bushes was the forest; freedom. Rhiannon spread her wings, something she hadn't done in three years, and flew to her salvation.


Scorchious came to the door, a rusted grate closed in front of it. He was just pondering how to open it when there was an awful scraping sound. The grate was opening on it's own!

Well, not on it's own. Sir Krawker walked out, looking mad as ever. He hated nothing more than trespassers.

"Get out of here!" Sir Krawker yelled. He readied his Fire Sword.

"No!" Scorchious yelled back, "I refuse to leave until you free the maiden you hold captive here! I will--"



"I never said I was holding anyone captive."

"Well... I... uh... are you?"

"As a matter of fact I am. But why should it concern you?"

"Because! She is in distress, and I must save her! Prepare for battle!"

Scorchious drew his ice sword. Sir Krawker shook his head and got in battle stance. SLASH! CLANG! The two duked it out, ice verses fire, Scorchio verses Krawk, good verses evil-

(Krawk in the audience: "Hey! What are you implying?!" Narrator: "Uh... nothing! Back to the story!")

It looked as though Sir Krawker would win! He held his sword above his head, ready to strike - when Scorchious jumped up and ran past him, straight into the castle!

"Hey!" Sir Krawker yelled after him, "Get back here!" And so he ran after him.

Scorchious ran through the castle, up and down stairs, around corners, through hallways, Sir Krawker always right behind him yelling and screaming. Finally he came to the tower, the tallest tower in the castle. Scorchious didn't know why, but he was sure that was her prison.

As he dashed up the stairs, he heard Sir Krawker just behind him yell, "What do you think you're going to do when you find her?! It's a dead end you moron!"

Scorchious gulped nervously. He hadn't thought of that. Either way, it was too late now. He had to at least see her... Ah-hah! Finally, he reached the top! He opened the large wooden door, walked in, and yelled, "I have come to save y-" Then stopped and looked around in bewilderment. There was nobody there!

Sir Krawker, still running up the stairs, was now saying, "Even though you found her, I still l--huh? Blast! She must have escaped!"

Scorchious took advantage of Sir Krawker's rage and leapt out the window. He glided down and landed softly. Princess was waiting for him at the bottom. The two of them flew over the bushes into the woods to look for the maiden. The entire time they could hear Sir Krawker's angry outbursts from the window. "I'll get you for this, you hear?!" And so that was the last they heard of him.

For three hours Scorchious and Princess wandered, looking for some sign that someone had passed through. It was getting late in the evening; the sun was setting. Scorchious was just about to give up and head back to his castle when he heard singing.

"It's her!" Scorchious cried out. He ran in the direction of the singing and sure enough, there was Rhiannon sitting by the river. She stopped when she saw Scorchious.

"Why, hello there!" she said, "I'm Rhiannon. And you are?"

It took Scorchious a moment to recover and find his tongue. When he did, he said, "Um, I'm Scorchious! Prince of the Kingdom of... uh... I... forgot what it was called! But, anyway, do you want to..."


"Would you like to... ah... go out with me on Saturday?"

"Sure! I've got nothing else to do, having just freed myself from imprisonment and all. Well, shall we be heading off?"

"Of course! Come, let's ride!"

And so Scorchious and Rhiannon road Princess off into the sunset, the little Beekadoodle buzzing merrily behind them.

The End

Week 37 Related Links

Which PetPet is Right for Your NeoPet?
Confused and slightly intimidated by the range and variety of PetPets? Well, this article's for you.

by bluescorchio104

Search :
Other Stories

Aisha Troubles the Short Stories: Nine Lives To Live?
"Ashley, someday you'll realise how gross those mushrooms are!"

by mewz

Antikia Lighten
At first chance, the purple Shoyru flew off, leaving her new owner shouting after her.

by shimmeringblue

A Tyrannian Tale
The queen looked around thoughtfully. "Then it is decided. You will work for the colours."

by loveablepet2000

The Beast's Lair
"Braver? Why are you shivering? The sun's out. It's so hot here!" he exclaimed when we got out. Of course, I was actually shaking with fear.

by gyr_falcon125

Chocolate Box
Benekah swallowed the chocolate, smiling at the memory. Things had changed so much since then.

by nidoramy

Neopets | Main | Articles | Editorial
Short Stories | Comics | New Series | Continued Series | Search