Fairy Tale
Once upon a time in a land not so far away and not so long ago a king needed a hero.
Connor was the reluctant hero’s name; not someone to stand out in too many ways. But all this proves is that the world often over looks those with real strength in their souls. For whilst all around when about their daily lives Connor held in his heart a flame for the beautiful Princes Rihannion, not only was she kind and gentle with a smile that could melt the hardest heart. But she was also was the fastest motorcycle racer over the mountain pass, with her long dark hair flowing behind, she seemed to bend time and space as she raced. Singing that to take her heart, first they must be able to beat her on the track.
The King worried day and night about this problem, for he was not getting any younger and the Queen kept mentioning that a wedding would be a nice, for the palace seemed a little empty now with Rihannion racing all the time.
The King thought long and hard coming up with a plan at last. He had a local motorcycle firm make a golden bike. This bike would become the symbol of one who won his daughters heart. The bike was displayed for all to outside the palace in a glass cage on a plinth with a guard to ensure that no one would steal such a amazing prize.
Connor would often come in the dead of the night stare at the bike and dream about how to win the hand of the lady that he loved, but who seemed so far out of touch. But one dark night a storm brewed about so much that the wind and the rain seemed to become one swirling mass, Connor ventured out. Racing to where the bike should be, no guard could be seen, no plinth, no glass cage, no bike at all. First his heart screamed out in pain, for had someone else won the hand of the lady he loved, the storm stopped. The king rushing out to find the bike had gone, screamed “is there anyone who has a heart pure enough to return the bike and to have the strength to ask Rihannion for her heart”
Connor taking a deep breath stepped forward and said “I have a heart pure and good and I shall seek the bike to win the hand of one who I have loved from a far for so long”
The Queen looking down at the wet and bedraggled Connor and she said. “What makes you think that she would ever want a pasta delivery rider?”
The now seeing that no one else would step forward, reached and laid his hand upon Connors shoulder and said in out loud, “ as no one will step forward I charged Connor with the quest of finding the golden bike”
Not wasting a single moment, Connor reached down and kissed the kings hand saying “my lord I shall not rest until I have finished this quest.”
The story of what happened next is long and complex, but he trudged day and night, seeking and asking to find the golden bike. One dark night in a little tavern deep in the mountains a old crone whispered in ear that the object that he sought was in the castle at the top of the tallest mountain but be careful for the castle belonged to the nastiest ugliest troll in the whole world. After thanking the old Crone, he rushed out to get to the mountain in the shortest time.
Reaching the bottom and looking up at the top almost hidden by the clouds, his stomach filled with the butterflies of fear. But knowing that once he had given his word there could be no going back, he reached out and touched the vertical surface, only to find that it crumbled to his touch. Taking a deep breath and thinking of the one he loved, he started to climb, hour after hour he climbed, not daring to look down, but not daring to look up either. Connor Felt so tired it was almost seemed as if his arms and legs were falling off.
Finding a ledge to rest Connor was at his lowest ebb, all hope was gone from his heart he wonder what he should do. Hearing a little voice Connor turned around to see the strangest plant he had ever seen, green with blue spikes and oddest of all a, mouth which was speaking to him.
“Oi you, yes you!”
Connor now looked more than a little confused as he asked, “what me?”
“Well who else do you think that I would be talking to halfway up a mountain?”
“I mean to just can’t get the quality of hero’s these days can you!”
Connor now coming to his senses a little and let be honest it would be best not to argue with a talking plant, it was not as if it had asked him to eat any of it ...I mean a quest is one thing, but eating greens is another all together.
“I’m waiting!”
“Yes mister plant”
“That’s Ms Plant to you sonny! Look if you want to reach the top you must eat a leaf to make you strong.”
Connor trembling with fear reached though the fairy dust and picked a leaf from the plant, smelling of peppermint. Scared to his very core he placed the leaf in his mouth, all at once he felt like he had spouted wings.
Thanking Ms Plant, Connor now started to climb again, almost seeming to float to the top. Climbing over the unguarded edge, Connor scoured the castle looking for bike. Hiding from the Troll and his evil minions he found it near the creaky draw bridge, as he reached out and touched the bike the troll and his evil minions suddenly saw that someone was trying steal the bike. Connor screamed as he started the bike, thanking his lucky stars that it did not suffer the Kawasaki death choke.
Dropping the bike into gear Connor rushed across the open drawbridge, with troll and minions chasing hard. Suddenly the bike backfired and two special grenades came from the exhaust pipes and blew the castle to smithereens.
Connor thought wow, Ice road truckers eat your heart out as he raced down the steep mountain pass. But just when he thought he was free a hand crapped him from behind. The troll somehow managed catch back up and now was shouting at Connor to stop.
Screeching to a halt, Connor got off the bike and shouted “THIS ENDS HERE” as he pulled out a missile launcher, blowing the troll to bits.
Now Connor having got the golden bike back approached the Kings castle once again, but this time with his head held proud. Noticing the bike park is blocked by silver BMW he parked the bike in front the main entrance, next princess Rihannion own bike. Connor rushed into the castle and was shocked to find a wedding going on. The priest was just asking, “Does anyone know a reason why Prince Harry and Princess Rhiannon cannot marry?”
Connor with a voice loud shouted. “Yes for I have brought back the golden bike, I have earn’t the right to ask for the to ask for the Princess’ hand in marriage”
Prince Harry looking shocked shouted. “How can this be? That bike was meant to be hidden in a place that even the most determined soul would never find it, your country was meant to be in debt to mine for all time.”
The Princess punching Prince Harry in the face said “Take that you lying, thieving scum bag.”
Connor rushed though the throng too Princess Rihannion, going down on one knee he said.
“Will you take my hand, for I have always loved you?”
The princess saw how angry the queen looked; she said “Of course, for you have a pure heart and you did bring back the golden bike.”
The Wedding went ahead with the Kings full blessing and the Queen not trying to look upset.
The couple now married went arm in arm to the bikes parked out front, the crowds cheering as they both rode of as they passed an angry Prince Harry kicking a clamp on his BMW.
Now the story has been told I hear you ask came after, did they live happily ever after?
Well as this is no fairy tale, for they had their ups and downs along the way but they did love each other in every way, so they found a way to make it work.
But they did have one child who became world renown, his name was Valentio and they say that he was born with a pair of handle bars in his hands as he became the greatest motorcycle racer of them all.
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