[FFML] [PMMM oneshot] Late to the dance

[Bombadil Goh]

So, I occasionally take part in a weekly fanfic speed writing
contest/tournament which at times ends up being late or there isn't alot of
writers and stuff.

This week, or the last contest, had a theme of "A funny thing happened on
the way..." making X late, and there's a story behind it.
http://z14.invisionfree.com/The_Fanfiction_Forum/index.php?showtopic=20497

Hopefully, the formatting works out. If not, I do have it online here -
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7097985/1/Late_to_the_dance/

C&C are welcome as always, even if it is a one-shot. ^_^

-- 
Yours,
Bombadil


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C̸om͢e!͢ ̶Come!̛
͘N̢ow.
Th̨e ҉gath҉e͝r̸i̵ng ͜of͏ the ͠w̛i̷tc͝hes̡ dr͘aws̴ nigh.
̷T͠h̛ere̡ ͝i͝s͏ n̛o̵ m̛ore ̕t͞i̷m̶e̕.
̀I̧t is͘ tim͝e̴ t́o da̕nçe͟ ͠an̡d̕ mak͘e͘ me̡r̵ry.
Wa͡l͏p͢u͜ŗg͜is̕n̵a͞c͘h͠t ҉dr̨a̕w͡s̴ ̵ne͜ar͠,
I̵t̛ ͟is ̧th̶e͜ t̕ime҉ óf҉ th͜e͏ ̴w͜it̵ch'͝s͘ ǹįgh̶t͏.
C͘o̕m̕ę!̸ ̢Co͢me͜!
҉S̶he ̧c̸ál͘l͞s ͡f́o͘r yo̧u.͠
͡Y҉o͡ưr̨ pr̶esence i͝s̨ ͡d͜esired.̀
It ͟is ͘ti͜mȩ to͞ ͞d̀a͟ņc̨è. T̷o m͏ake me͢r̨ry̸, ̸T͠o ̢fe͟ast̴ ̨and́
a͏tt͏en̷d ͠to yo̕ur ҉qu̢ȩe̛n.
Wal̸p͘u̸r͟g͘isn҉ach̕t!͡

Once upon a time, there was a witch.

Cute as can be. She was also an all devouring wyrm, and in that aspect, she
was also quite cute and oh so hungry.

A not so young witch, but still a witch, nonetheless.

She had heard the call as had others, and so she had come to the forest of
white stone, steel and glass. A forest with plentiful food that were not
dessert.

Savory, if not sweet. A pity they were not cheese, she adored those.

She loved her sweets, her cakes, but proper meals... ah... that was far
richer and so much more filling.

And so Pyotr went forth, and gave her kisses to those she would devour. To
search for cheese.

She waited and waited... and then one day, something happened.

Something terrible happened to her. A tummyache.

It quite delayed her. So much so that she was late for that which called
her. Her queen, the witch queen, Walpurgisnacht, was so very cross with her.

An explanation was demanded as the city danced beneath the majesty of
Walpurgisnacht as Charlotte stood before her, a quivering with fear and
anticipation.

"*An explanation! An explanation!*" proclaimed the clown familiars of
Charlotte's dreadful and potent majesty. Once young maidens, immature in
their thought and power, who would defy her majesty, they had been shown the
error of their ways and now they made amends as familiars.

'A funny thing happened on the way here', Charlotte didn't quite bow her
head in shame as she declared her words and situation. Runes forming over
her head. 'A tummyache.'

'Not long ago, a young one.' she eyed the familiars of her mistress with a
nod and a smile, indicating an immature witch. 'Came to me and was most
discourteous. Attacking poor Pyotr as he sought cheese for me and me.'

In the background, she could hear her fellow witch, Kirsten, titter at the
news before spreading it far and wide across the aether. Oh, that H.N. Elly.

'Oh Pyotr... poor poor Pyotr was hurt by the mean, mean girl.' A pink head
shook in dismay. 'I and I, naturally, permitted her to come to me that we
might admonish her and her poor manners.'

'She attempted to attack me when she entered my chamber,' A gasp could be
not quite heard but inferred from the other witches who attended to the
witch queen's court. 'Golden fury, loud, but... harmless in the end.'

'So, I ate her. And kissed and ate the two snacks that she had brought. The
blue one tasted of HER JUSTICE. Ah... but the pink... the pink one. That one
gave me a tummyache. That one held too much. Tied to this and that.'
Charlotte bounced energetically 'Still, it was tasty and full of SOMEONE'S
GRIEF.'

'And so, I and I slept with a tummyache.' Her pink head looked down in
sorrow and regret, asking for her majesty's understanding and mercy. 'We
didn't mean to be late... nor disrespectful.'

The majestic witch queen in her raiment of blue shook her head in
displeasure and dismay, the crimson lips quirked up in understanding. And lo
did her familiars speak once more. "*Oh! Charlotte. Whatever shall be done
of you?*"

And thus did the pink witch of desserts know that she was forgiven. And
beneath them, a city dance in awe of the gathering of witches.

And the food there became free and wild, beyond such things as good and
evil, reveling in the aura of the witches, as their instincts slew their
morals and laws. And they danced in joy as they learned and discovered new
ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves.

And the city danced to the sound of Walpurgisnacht's laughter, flipping
about hither thither, becoming a holocaust of flames, darkness, light and
freedom.

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*Iron Fic 3.4
Late to the Dance*

Time Start : 1:45
Time End : 2:45
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*Come! Come!
Now.
The gathering of the witches draws nigh.
There is no more time.
It is time to dance and make merry.
Walpurgisnacht draws near,
It is the time of the witch's night.
Come! Come!
She calls for you.
Your presence is desired.
It is time to dance. To make merry. To feast and attend to your queen.
Walpurgisnacht!*
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