Brakes squealed as we approached the train station Woodie and Blue had leashes on and I had my simple old clothes on. I grabbed my duffle bag and stood, but I felt something was off. Like my cousin was somewhere fairly close to me, but I can't see him so I'm good. As I walked through the train the dogs had to smell everything and everyone. As I pulled and dragged I was greeted by three griffons, two armed with black swords with silver lines going across the handle, while the third had a spear on its back. It was weird, they used ancient English terms but they wore lorica segmentata as I said before so many similarities.
“Are ye representative Alexander Kovalyov of the Democratic Oligarchy of Sol Three?” He looked up from the scroll and I nodded, “Is this all of your items?” With another nod he continued, “Please follow the two miles gregarious behind me. They will lead you to the palace and the room that you're in.” The two with swords turned and started toward the stone castle. I looked around as I followed them, the buildings were stone and wooden logs in the corners. Street lamps were every fifteen feet made of metal, it all looked gorgeous.
When I got to my room I sat the luggage down and Woodie, along with Blue, lied on the bed. I was about to join them when someone knocked on my door. I groaned as I opened the door and was greeted by Christi in a lovely purple dress with white ruffles around her neck.
“Hi Christi! It's good to see you again.”
“It is nice to see you too Alexander. Now please dress into the clothes I sent you so you can meet the High King.” I pushed her out of the room so I could change. Soon me and Christi were walking out of the living area of the castle, passing through s court yard to get to throne room. As I looked around I saw griffons and a few humans finish build an altar. Flowers of every color were everywhere blue on the windows, red on columns on the altar, yellow along the path the bride would take, and green near the chairs. Soon enough we were back in doors, blue torches lined the halls. Guards were posted at nearly every door, but soon we arrived at a large door with four guards. All had spears and they were at the ready. The two closest to the door opened it to reveal an aged griffon wearing a crown slouching on his wooden throne. A person that I couldn't tell what was standing to the right of the King in full black armor, silver swirls adorned the black armor and a large scimitar with a red handle rested in front of it. In front of them were two musicians, one was a human and the other was a griffon. Both played lutes but the human with a roundish face and a trimmed beard with messy hair sang about a long ass time ago in a province called Kickapoo until the king put his hand out in a signal to stop.
He spoke in a grandfatherly tone. “Ah Spaceman, we finally meet. I hope your time in my fair country has been pleasant?”
“It has your uhhh…..kinglyness?”
He chuckled before speaking, “That is good to hear Spaceman. Before the day's end I wish to talk with you in private will that be alright?”
“It is.”
“Good, good in the meantime enjoy the Day Before party.” A random soldier walked in and whispered to the old king’s ear. “Blast I must depart Spaceman trolls are harassing my borders. Sort Ebenholz bring me my armor and sword!”
The black armored thing sprinted off to another room. I felt I tug on the extremely short sleeve of the tunic and saw Christi pulling indicating we needed to go. With a sigh I followed her, a slight walk outside and the altar was finished and the food, for whatever this Day Before party was, was being set up. Opposite of the food, however, I spied a bar table being set up. My mind raced in wonder of what exotic liquors they had.
“So when is this party supposed to start?”
“Dusk.” Was the simple answer.
“What do we do in the meantime?”
“Uhh..hmm hangout?”
“Yeah that'll work but where?”
“The King has a zoo i…”
“Did you say zoo?”
“Yeah.”
“Let's go! But first I should check up on the dogs.” The short walk to my room was uneventful until I opened the door. As I opened the heavy oak door I expected to have Woodie jump on me but it didn't happen. I look around the dark room and see nothing until I see an opened vent. “Ah dammit.”
Me and Azul had decided to try and find the man beast. But the door wouldn't open, so we found the tiny hot door in the floor. As we waddled in I found out that the weird hall was made out of the shiny stuff our new home was made out of. Yet it was hot, my nose sniffed the weird shiny shiny and the tip of my nose dried up. My tongue went out in a vain attempt to rewet my nose. Sadly it was too short.
“Something touched me!” Screamed Azul as she started to thrash around, I scoffed at her panic until something touched me. Now both of us were screaming and jumping as the monster gripped our hind legs, as we screamed a loud creak was heard and the floor came crashing down.
I managed to catch Woodie and Azul but they panicked and put strain on the vent causing us to fall through. As I fell I somehow got under them and when we hit the ground I heard my back crack.
“Ah fuck, I can't feel my back!” My hands went to my lower back and I rolled to my stomach as I cried out in pain. I grabbed a metallic bedpost and pulled myself to stand. I looked around the room and noted I had six spears, ten balls of fire, ten swords, three maces, and two arrows aimed at my face. “I guess I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.” The spears lowered kinda until they noted my impressive size and realized I was the mythical Spaceman.
They fell to their knees in a begging manner. One of them spoke up, “Please Spaceman sir! Don't do what aliens do in those Dosanko* comics!” I had no idea what a Dosanko comic was but the griffons seemed horrified and more fearful.
“Uh, I won't if you let me go.” As those magical words were uttered I was thrown out along with Woodie and Blue. As I hit the hard ground again I had an inquiry. Would my life be this weird if I didn't crash here?