"Of the many legends that exist in the land of Midgard, none are as well known, and some might say none are as bizarre, as Sir George Timenhook. Unlike many of the heroes, Sir George became a legend overnight, mostly due to his own stupidity. Originally a jester, now claiming to be a knight, many say he is still a jester at heart."

In the main courtyard of Asgard Castle, King Odin and the rest of his court, are watching in awe as a jester manages to juggle four swords without breaking a sweat. Just as he is about to finish the routine, a messenger on a horse comes riding in. Distracted, Sir George loses his train of thought. The swords fall in the formation of a rectangle around him. He isn't hurt, well except for a chunk of his hair that is now missing. The courtyard fills with laughter.

The messenger has to shout above the roaring crowd, "Your Majesty! Princess Trixie has been captured again." The courtyard does an anime face fault. This is the tenth time Princess Trixie has been caught this week by the Midgard Dragon, Jormungand. By this time Sir George is moaning about the chunk of hair he lost.

The king stands from his sitting position, knowing the routine he says the same phrase he always did in an event like this, "Send the next knight on the Royal List."

"There are none, Your Majesty."

"What do you mean?!"

"All of the knights are refusing to rescue Princess Trixie. The general complaint was as soon as she was rescued, Jormungand somehow captured her again. There is also some..."

"Say no more, I Sir George Timenhook of Midgard shall save her!" Sir George reaches for one of the dropped swords and holds it up in a dignified fashion. A light shines down on him, as if to make his speech sound like the one a knight full of heroism would say. He neglects to take into account that his hair is in range of the sword while raising it. The crowd falls over laughing again when Sir George's hair parts from his head again. "Come Flail!" Sir George's gallant steed charges into the courtyard. "Come my gallant steed, we're off to save a princess!" The crowd falls over a third time after hearing the words "Gallant Steed". Flail is most certainly not a gallant steed. He is a small pony known throughout Midgard for eating the most in the annual Oat Pie Competition. His name you ask? The way he runs makes anyone and in a few cases Sir George, flail their arms wildly, trying to hang onto the pony.

"Your Majesty... is it wise to let such a... how do you say, fool, rescue Princess Trixie? His weapon is nothing more than a stick!"

The king rubs his chin in thought. "What was the reasoning all the other knights refuse to save her?"

The messenger pulls out a scroll and starts reading off the various complaints given by the Royal Knights. It seems Princess Trixie is always being captured by Jormungand. Her record stands at 53 times in one week. The odd thing is Jormungand will give up the princess if any of the knights will spare him. There is also the matter that Princess Trixie acts far from how a princess should.

"Let him go then. Sir George is known for not giving up very easily." The king sits down again. No sooner does he done so, when another jester by the name of Loki comes running through. Loki's shreaks fill the courtyard as he runs through another exit.

"Come back here you swindler!" The voice of an angry man is heard as he runs into the courtyard. Carrying a hammer and waving it like a madman, the person in question is none other than Thor, known throughout Midgard for his violent temper. The crowd errupts laughing again.

"Can't you go any faster, Flail? At this rate we'll be able to save Princess Trixie by nightfall!" The pony just falls over on his side, Sir George falling along with him. "Very funny Flail. Get a move on, or I'm not entering you in this year's Oat Pie Competition." Flail is on his hooves and charging into the afternoon sun. Sir George is heard screaming for him to slow down the entire way.

Once at Jormungand's lair, Sir George realizes he doesn't have much of a plan. Unless running into the cave, grabbing the princess, running back out screaming, and jumping onto his noble pony in a race towards the kingdom with a dragon breathing smoke behind him, can even be considered a plan. Sir George snaps his fingers. That is actually one of the best ideas he has come up with since the time he filled Loki's pie with Muspell Peppers.

Sir George runs towards the cave, while Flail standsby munching on some grass. Flail looks towards the cave to see that Sir George was no longer there. Puzzled the horse looks around, only to see Sir George running in the opposite direction of the cave. Sir George's backup plan might have worked, had he have payed attention and not been knocked out by a stray tree branch. Lowering his head in disbelief, Flail waltzes over to Sir George. Teeth grabbing onto Sir George's jacket, Flail makes an attempt to drag Sir George towards the cave. Not feeling like dragging his master into the cave, Flail does the best thing he can think of, sitting on Sir George. Sir George opens an eye and screams at the pony. "Get off me!" The pony's reply is to let Sir George get to his feet, before kicking his master into the cave.

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Meanwhile inside the cave, Princess Trixie is seen chasing after the Midgard Dragon.

"Please capture me?!"

"No!"

"Please?!"

"NO!"

"Pretty please? Don't you want to be a legendary dragon that was slain by a knight who would later marry me?!" Princess Trixie gives Jormungand hopeful eyes.

"How many times have I told you?! I DON'T want to be some evil dragon that dies in battle. I DON'T want to capture you! Now get out of my cave!" Jormungand growls in distaste. Jormungand does't care much for a whiny princess in his company. He is an exception to the cliche, he spent his days sleeping and fishing in an underground river in his cave.

Sleeping and fishing are the only things he spends his days doing, that is until Princess Trixie came to the entrance of his cave. She changed his life forever. She boasted how Jormungand would capture her, a knight would come by and rescue her, and then eventually marry her. That was her plan, until Jormungand refused. She pestered him constantly to capture her, each time he refused. By the time a knight did show up, Jormungand was so frustrated with Princess Trixie's chatter, that he came up with a plan of his own. He told the knight he'd give up Princess Trixie if his life was spared. The knight agreed and took Princess Trixie with him. Jormungand thought he had finally gotton rid of the princess, only to have her come by the next day wanting to be captured. It seems the knight wasn't too impressed with Princess Trixie not acting like a princess, so he dropped her off at the kingdom and rode way. It soon became a daily ritual of her returning to Jormungand's cave, annoying him, and then getting rescued by a knight.

Princess Trixie jumps flat to the ground and starts her tantrum routine. Jormungand groans, he's seen this routine so much he's lost count. "Why won't you go away?!"

"Ungrateful horse." Sir George jumps to his feet, a bad mistake, he trips and rolls into the cave and knocks into something. Realizing what it is, he jumps to his feet, and reaches for his weapon.

"Hand over yonder fair maiden, foul dragon!" Sir George pulls out his stick and starts poking the dragon's foot.

Fire leaping from his mouth, Jormungand lets out a laugh. "You come to fight me with a stick?!" Jormungand's fire leeps towards the stick, turning the stick to ash and sending Sir George's hair ablaze. Sir George is seen running around the cave trying to put the fire in his hair out. Jormungand's laughter is felt throughout the entire cave.

Princess Trixie, finally ending her tantrum, realizes that Sir George is here to save her. "My hero!" Princess Trixie leeps at Sir George. He is forced to stop dead in his tracks and catch the princess. The princess licks her fingers and places them on the last remaining flame on Sir George's hair.

"Thank you fair maiden. This dragon, fights underhanded and most foul!" Sir George stares defiantly at the dragon. He probably would have looked like a threat, if not for the fact Princess Trixie was in his arms. Having lost patience, Jormungand goes to action. Flames erupting from his mouth, he startes howling. Knowing he has overstayed his welcome, Sir George runs in the other direction. From his cave, Jormungand is heard giving a "stay out" yell.

Once outside the cave, Sir George helps Princess Trixie to her feet. "So are you the knight I've been longing for? Are you going to take me back home to marry me?!" Princess Trixie holds her hands, giving her hopeful eyes routine she has given to every knight who tried to save her.

"Eh? Now wait a minute! I was here to rescue you, not to mar..." Sir George stops talking when he notices Princess Trixie start walking towards him.

"Please marry me! Won't you marry me?!" Princess Trixie begs with pleading eyes.

Flail felt Sir George jump on him. Flail's head shoots up when he hears Sir George giving out orders. "Run Flail, run like the wind! The princess is crazy!"

Flail ignores Sir George and puts his head back down to the grass to continue eating, or he was going to. His head shoot up again when he hears Princess Trixie proclaiming how at the wedding, Sir George and Flail will be dressed up in the most exotic clothing in the kingdom. Flail doesn't need to hear anymore. He shoot off towards the setting sun. Unlike usual, Sir George is flailing his arms wildly, trying not to fall off of Flail. Princess Trixie is seen chasing after the both of them begging to be married.

To this day, the land of Midgard tells the tale of a knight's stupidity, a horse with an undying hunger, a crazed princess, and a dragon laughing at the three of them.