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Auld Lang Syne - Drakepad/Dimeshipping
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scrooge_mcduck108Yes, Scrooge McDuck loved being king. In his younger years he had been a fearless knight, always fighting on the front lines despite his status as a prince. But after his father Fergus died, he had taken on the role of king with flying colours. He had always had a nose for business and treasure and so the economy of his small kingdom flourished.
Nevertheless, he did not miss the opportunity to take a break from time to time. Today, too, he roamed alone through the forest. After all, a king had to know his kingdom.
He was surprised when he came to a hut that had been abandoned for a long time, but now it looked renovated and smoke was coming out of the chimney. Someone had moved in since his last tour. Strange, so completely lonely in the forest. Curious, he crept closer but made sure the bushes hid him. Who knew who had moved in there.
Suddenly he heard a soft song that seemed to come from behind the hut. The language was neither English nor Gaelic, but as he got closer he realised it was Italian. He peered around the corner of the house and suddenly his heart was beatin incredibly fast.
Behind the hut was a small garden and in the middle of it a figure was crouching, harvesting herbs while singing to herself. It was a woman about his age, unknown to him. But what she lacked in youth she made up for in beauty. Her hair was raven black and shone like silk in the sun that shone through the trees. When she turned her head he saw that her eyes were also deep black. He was enchanted.
Immediately he felt the desire to know everything about her. But for the time being, he stood transfixed and listened to her song.
Nevertheless, he did not miss the opportunity to take a break from time to time. Today, too, he roamed alone through the forest. After all, a king had to know his kingdom.
He was surprised when he came to a hut that had been abandoned for a long time, but now it looked renovated and smoke was coming out of the chimney. Someone had moved in since his last tour. Strange, so completely lonely in the forest. Curious, he crept closer but made sure the bushes hid him. Who knew who had moved in there.
Suddenly he heard a soft song that seemed to come from behind the hut. The language was neither English nor Gaelic, but as he got closer he realised it was Italian. He peered around the corner of the house and suddenly his heart was beatin incredibly fast.
Behind the hut was a small garden and in the middle of it a figure was crouching, harvesting herbs while singing to herself. It was a woman about his age, unknown to him. But what she lacked in youth she made up for in beauty. Her hair was raven black and shone like silk in the sun that shone through the trees. When she turned her head he saw that her eyes were also deep black. He was enchanted.
Immediately he felt the desire to know everything about her. But for the time being, he stood transfixed and listened to her song.
