Nixiesocean: Stupid chapter names don't like me… grr… anyways, hope you like the story. BTW, it's meant to be cliché.

Chapter 1: Sir Eric of Brighton

My father, Lord Nett Rothloz, told me I had to go out and save some stupid damsel's butt. Lame huh? Well, it gets more lame. A dragon captured the damsel. Sound familiar? It is. There are always these stupid princesses getting themselves captured by dragons. Maybe they were rich, funny or pretty, I don't care. So then, I ride out to get them and hear that some prince has already saved her. Needless to say, I get little of that fame. Nor do I want it, mind you.

"Please, Katharine?" My father pleads. I'm not a normal woman. I'm a knight. I hate all men except my father. Men are jerks. Did you ever notice there are no women bandits? They're all men. "Do it for your mom. Your honor, I don't care. This time, if another knight saves the woman, you can come home and I won't ask you to do it anymore. Please? For me?" Damn. He knew how to hit me. Lucky me, huh? My father is so good at convincing me.

No one really knows that I'm a woman. They'd never let me compete in jousts or fight in the army. So, I'm Sir Eric of Brighton. I really didn't care. Until, I was thirteen. I had to tell my maid. She helped me. So now I still act like a boy. I'm flat-chested, like my mother and her mother and her mother's mother et cetera. Someone shook my arm.

"Yes Father," I replied. "I want a dead promise on this. I'm not riding out and saving some damsel's butt only to find out she's been saved."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, Sir Eric." He agreed with some sarcasm. 'Eric' comes from my middle name, Crei. I bowed and left, Swift was pre-saddled and I mounted. Then I remembered, I didn't know where I was going. I dismounted and headed back inside, helm on.

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Lance sat on a rock in a cave. It had been over two weeks since he'd been captured. He slept on hard cave floor. That alone made him petulant. His father, the king, hadn't sent a knight to 'save' him yet. That annoyed him as well. It irritated him that he couldn't kill the dragon himself. He had been unarmed when the dragon swooped in and caught him. Sure, he knew how to cuss out the dragon in four different languages. He couldn't, however, kill the damn dragon! This, by the way, was back.

"Great!" He said sarcastically. "You're back."

It looked smug. "Yes, Prince Lance, I am. I am glad you have observed this fact." The dragon, which was red of all things, had black-tipped wings and ivory teeth and claws. "Your knights taste good too; I thought I'd inform you."

"You ate them?" Lance screamed; this was beyond belief. He had heard rumors, but never experienced it full-hand.

"Oh no, Prince Lance, only the horses. Do you know how terrible all that metal is for my digestive system?"

"Shove it." Lance whispered in Fogian.

"You shove it." The dragon replied in the same language.

"You- You know Fogain?" Fogain was the hardest language to learn, both knew it.

"Yes." The dragon said simply, it was speaking in Fogain still. Just then, a knight galloped in, riding a white stallion.