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PROMPT POST PART IV

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(updated 6 June)

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.

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Burning to death wasn't so bad.

Martin thought there would a great deal of pain. After hearing the unfortunate fates of some of the princesses, Martin's imagination was filled with morbid thoughts of burning to death. He wondered what it was like, how it would feel. Was it a slow and agonizing death, or did it happen so fast, you would be ash before you know it?

Orange flame twirled around him, crackling loudly. If he wasn't so busy dying, he would have thought the colours beautiful. It was actually quite a peaceful way to die.

The flame around him suddenly ceased and Martin thought, Well, this is it. It's time to meet my Maker. He blinked, expecting to see the Holy Land laid out before him.

Instead, it was Gordon's shocked face that greeted him. Smoke bellowed out from his nostrils as he gaped, "What the hell?"

Martin stared down at his hands. No burned skin, no singed clothing, he didn't even feel hot. Slowly, he raised his hands to his hair and his eyes widened as he felt it on fire. There was no pain, not on his scalp or his palms. Curious, he ran his fingers through his hair, extinguishing the fire, leaving nothing but non-burnt red curls.

"Impossible," Gordon murmured. "Impossible."

He was so stunned, he didn't see Carolyn twisting behind him. She swung her tail with deadly force and slammed it into the side of his head. Gordon fell to the ground, and with a soft grunt, slumped into unconsciousness.

Carolyn inspected the fallen dragon for a second, sniffed and huffed. She stepped over him. "Well, Martin," she said cooly. "You certainly surprised all of us."

"I-" Martin didn't know what just happened. How was he still alive? "I-"

A hand grasped his, tugging it. Helena poked her head out of the small tunnel, her eyes pleading. "Martin," she said. "Let's go."

Martin let himself be led, still too stunned to think. He slipped into the small tunnel, ducking his head. He paused briefly and looked back.

Carolyn made no movement to stop him, voiced no protest. If anything, she looked rather proud.

Helena tugged at his hand again and Martin turned back to follow her. Half of him wanted to stay, wanted to thank Carolyn for everything she's done, but something told him he wasn't done with these dragons just yet.

The moment both he and Helena climbed out of the tunnel, she threw her arms around him, hugging him close. "Thank you, Martin," she sobbed. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Martin grunted at the unexpected hug.

Helena pulled away. "How? How did you survive? I saw you go up in flames!"

"I-I don't know. Magic, maybe?"

"You're a wizard?"

"No, but it had to be magic, right? Maybe someone put a spell on me?"

Helena was unconvinced. "Martin, do you have any idea how powerful dragon fire is? How do you think the tunnels were built? Douglas told me they literally melted the rock away. A common anti-burn spell wouldn't be able withstand that!"

Martin had no answer to give. However, now wasn't the time to discuss this. It was best to get Helena away from this mountain before another dragon decided it would like to have a princess.

"Let's get you home," Martin said.

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Helena offered him a place in her royal court. Her advisors argued against it, saying Martin was not a noble nor has he ever been trained to be in court. Helena told them to stuff it and if they want to argue against the man who faced against multiple dragons, they were welcomed to it.

Unfortunately, Martin agreed with the advisors. He was not a politician and had no plans pursuing such a career. He gently turned down the offer.

It also didn't help Helena's husband, the Prince, cared very little for the young man whom his wife befriended. He thanked Martin, but kept a respectable distance from him.

"Is there anything I can do?" Helena asked. She was oblivious to the deep frown her husband was displaying. "Lands, a title? You saved a princess, Martin, you have every right to be rewarded."

Martin thought back to the large bag of coins Carolyn gave him so long ago. He didn't know it at the time, but money had never been a priority for him. It was nice to have it, though that was not why he followed the otter's advice.

Martin didn't want to be rewarded. He wanted to go home.

How do you ask for something like that? He couldn't go back to Fitton- he didn't want to go back to Fitton. There was no way he could go back to Carolyn, unless he wanted to face the wrath of Gordon. There was nothing for him here. Even with Helena's friendship, the princess was way too busy with her job as royal monarch to spend time with him.

Martin didn't know what to do. He thought back to the otter, and wondered what she would say right now.

The doors to the great hall burst opened, making them all jump at the noise. Helena's advisor ran in like the devil was on his heels, looking so flustered he could barely speak. He kept pointing uselessly behind him. "Your highnesses- I- wheeze- I- hmm... I- uh..."

"Calm yourself," the Prince commanded. "Then speak."

The advisor took several deep breaths, none of which were helping. Finally, he was able to sputter out, "Dragon! Huh-huh-huh-huh- A d-dragon in the courtyard!"

Martin and Helena shared a look. Before the Prince even got a chance to speak, they both took off running for the courtyard. They ignored all the shocked gasps they got along the way, the yells of how a princess should not be seen with a commoner. They didn't stop running until they got to front doors, flinging them open to get outside.

Out in the courtyard, surrounded by forty armed guards was Douglas. "Your highness," he said, bowing. He gave little heed to the guards around him who were too scared to get close.

Martin has never been so happy to see him. Though it had only been three weeks since he and Helena left the caves, it was long enough to make the whole experience feel like a dream. He kept expecting to wake up back at Fitton, back at his old life where nothing was extraordinary or magical.

Martin wanted to say something but held his tongue. For all he knew, Douglas was only here for Helena.

"Dragon," Helena said back, curtseying. "To what do I owe the honour of your presence?"

"I'm here for a kidnapping."

Martin gaped at him. He just saved Helena and Douglas was going to ruin that?

Helena scoffed. "A kidnapping? Douglas, you know the rules. You lost me once, you cannot have me again."

"I agree princess. But who said I was here for you?"

His large purple eyes then drifted from Helena... to Martin.

Martin quickly looked behind him. Seeing no one, he looked back, wanting confirmation.

Douglas rolled his eyes, shaking his massive head. "I know," Helena sympathized. "Would you like to do this properly?"

"If you would, please."

"Right." Helena raised her voice to the guards, and pointing a finger at Douglas, boomed out, "Guards! Kill the dragon!"

"Wait, what?" Martin protested.

The guards suddenly marched forward, their spears at the ready. Douglas went on his hind legs and gave out a magnificent roar, vibrating the very earth they stood on. The spears were throw and Douglas knocked most of them away with a fling of his wing. The ones that struck his body bounced off, too weak to pierce his hide.

Douglas surged forward, running towards Martin and Helena at top speed. Martin couldn't believe it, after everything they did, Douglas was still going to take Helena?

Not going to happen. Martin stepped in front of the princess, holding up his hands to Douglas. "Douglas, stop! You have no right-"

His protest was replaced with a high pitched squeal as Douglas swooped his claw down, snatching Martin up from the ground. "Aughhhhh?"

Helena waved at him. "Goodbye, Martin. Do write when you're settled in."

Martin wasn't given time to understand. Douglas bowed his head one last time to her and with a giant flap of his wings, pushed off the ground. Helena was still waving as Douglas flew over the confused guards, over the castle grounds, slowly gaining elevation with each flap. From his spot in Douglas' claw, Martin could see the surrounding villagers staring up at him, pointing in fear- some in fascination. They passed the great wall of the kingdom and soared higher and higher until they broke through the clouds.

They didn't fly far. Douglas decended a mere ten minutes later. He landed next to a large lake, dropping Martin near the water's edge.

Martin opened his mouth, determined to get answers. Instead, Douglas' opened his mouth and breathed fire upon him.

Martin instinctively threw up his hands to protect himself. Like Gordon, the fire swirled around him, touching his skin and hair and not burning a thing. The fire ceased and Douglas pulled back, looking smug. "Ah, I knew it."

"Knew it?" Martin squealed, putting down his hands. "Knew it? As in, you didn't know before? You just breathed fire on me unsure if I can withstand it?"

"Calm down, Martin."

"NO! What the hell is going on, Douglas! Why are you here? Why was I kidnapped? Why am I not dead?"

"I'm here to kidnap you. I kidnapped you because I wanted you. You're not dead because you're a fire witch."

Martin's brain couldn't comprehend any of that. "What?"

Douglas sighed heavily, drooping his head and shaking it woefully. He glanced up at the boy. "Have you ever heard of a fire witch?"

"No."

"I didn't expect you would. They've been extinct for nearly five hundred years now. Killed off, they were, in the Great War. They're elementals, fire breathers. They have the unique ability to be immune to dragon fire."

Martin gaped at him. "Wha... no... I've been burnt by fire before. I worked at my father's forge, I know what being burned feels like!"

Doulgas shrugged. "You're not a pure blood, I'm sure. I guess being surrounded by dragon magic 'woke' some of your latent abilities. I've always suspected you might be one, fire witches are known for their red hair, but I had little hope for that."

His red hair, Martin thought slowly, as he ran his hand through his locks. He thought back to his village and how he was the only red haired person there. He thought back to Otterly St. Mary and how the bishop threw him out of the cathedral, telling him 'his kind' was not welcomed there.

Fire witch. Literally born to interact with dragons. Suddenly everything made so much sense.

Martin cupped his mouth in awe.

"Carolyn told me what happened," Douglas said.

"Carolyn!" Martin gasped, breaking out of his shock. "Oh my gosh, is she okay? Did Gordon-?"

"She's fine, Martin. Estatic, really. After she defeated Gordon, according to the rules, he had to grant her a boon."

"A boon?"

Douglas said smugly, "Half of his treasure and library now belongs to her."

Martin nearly choked. According to Arthur, Gordon was the richest amongst the dragons. Martin could not imagine the amount of gold he had to give up to Carolyn

"Of course, you ran away and now Carolyn can't touch you. Such a shame. Having a fire witch would have really made her popular. That's why I chose to take you before any other dragon decided to."

Martin blinked up at him. Happiness was bubbling in his heart. "O-oh?"

"Yes. And you'll organize my library, my treasure room-"

"And be my friend?"

Douglas paused. Slowly, he smiled gently at him. No teeth. "Yes, of course."

Still with that kind look on his face, Douglas got on his feet and swooped his shoulder down in a familair way. Martin scrambled up to his back, positioning himself comfortably.

Without another word, Douglas spread his wings wide.

They flew.

I'm so glad you updated! :D ❤❤❤ And yay for Douglas kidnapping Martin!!! Hee. ❤

Only one more part? But I want it to go on forever. D: But, I will love it all the same with only the one more part. :) ❤❤❤

There was an otter pup in the kitchen.

Martin paused and looked around, trying to see if there were more. A few times Douglas had dropped off animals for Martin to butcher, chickens and sheep and once a goat, but nothing as exotic as an otter pup. Arthur would be devestated if he learned Martin served that as dinner.

"Hello," the otter pup suddenly said. "Still alive, I see."

"Uh yes... may I ask what you're doing here, little one?"

"My mother sent me. She wanted to know if you got eaten or not."

"Your...?" It had been nearly seven months since that faithful day. It took Martin a second to understand. "Oh! Yes! I'm fine, I'm very happy! Please tell your mother I said, 'Thank you.'"

"I will," said the pup. He twisted around and started trotting down the tunnel.

"Wait," Martin cried out. "What is your name?"

The pup was already gone from sight but Martin still heard his echoing reply.

"Ginger!"

A few months ago Martin would have moaned at that. Today, he giggled in appreciation. Still grinning, he turned back into the caves to finish off what he started.

This was all very Enchanted Forest Chronicles-y. I LOVED it. All the appreciation is yours. All of it.

That's exactly the source I was drawing upon! Thanks! XD

I've been wanting to reread them for months, but can't get a hold of them. This definitely helped the ache, so thank you.

Best thing ever. If you have alist of things you've written and are willing to share it I'd love to see it! :)

Here I am! But beware, I be ugly.

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I'm so please to see this story completed! It's a beautiful AU and I really loved Martin's interaction with everyone and what a nice twist at the end! Perfect ending, too!

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