Another Chapter Stories-The Bootlick

Another Chapter Stories-The Bootlick

-A port in Fairytale Land-

It had only been a matter of days since Julie had been released from prison. And in another few days, he would be in the service of Prince Fabious of Mourne. From one prison to another, he thought. He looked down at the scroll he swiped from the cellmate he had...some portal jumper named Tarrant. This will fetch a pretty penny...

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"I'm sorry buddy, but there's no way I'm taking something with a bunch of scribbles on it."

Julie stared at the portly, bearded man with the bright red cap sitting across from him. "Scribbles? That is supposed to be a chronicle of the Underland and-"

The portly man laughed. "What do you take me for, a DOPE?! Besides, I have some business with someone else."

He got up and sat next to a scary-looking golden man..."The Dark One" they called him. Deeply saddened, Julie began the trek to Mourne. Until he was stopped by someone that everyone in the kingdom feared.

"You're..."

The figure lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing the face of Leezar the Wicked. "Yes, it's me, Leezar the Wicked. I have dealings with a certain sorcerer...out of the way, tubby.". he said, pushing him to the ground.

"Wait! I don't think you want to go in there!"

Leezar stopped. "And why not?"

"Uh...he's already with someone. Someone that didn't want this!"

He held out the scroll, hoping Leezar would take it. Instead, he just laughed in his face. Just then, a pirate in a black trenchcoat, pushed Leezar out of the way.

"Move it, you pouf.", he said, spitting on the ground.

Leezar looked this man squarely in the eyes. "And what? You know very well you shouldn't cross someone who could use magic."

Julie got to his feet and stood between them. "You tell him! I hear tell he's burned down villages and kidnapped children! Have YOU done that?!"

The pirate looked taken aback. "Well, what evildoer HASN'T done that?"

Leezar conjured up his staff and started up a plasma bolt in his hand. "You apologize or else I turn you into dust."

"FINE! I'm sorry for calling you a pouf!"

"Apology accepted. And maybe you can tell me where you got your guyliner next time we cross paths.", the sorcerer smiled.

The pirate looked at Julie for a moment before going in. Maybe I should get a bootlick for myself...

Leezar looked at Julie, who was sadly walking away. "Tell me, where are you headed?"

Julie stopped and looked at him.

"I'm supposed to be the servant of Prince Fabious."

"Tell me, how would you like to be my man inside the castle?", Leezar asked, with an evil grin forming on his lips.

Julie rushed back and started kissing the sorcerer's boots. "Oh thank you! Thank you! I am so SICK of being a slave to everyone! My childhood, the stint in prison..."

"Yes, yes, just go...and keep this to contact me with. Throw it in the fire." He handed him a small pouch.

Julie smiled to himself...Maybe things will start to go my way after all...