Day One: Part 1

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh tapped his foot as he waited for Jon as he begged to stop for the broken woman. She was of no use to them and he felt the need to help her? He saw them attempt to stand and at once began to take his leave. The faint words, “Your Highness” perked his ears as he grumbled at the name of another “Royal” member. Damned thieves. He was the only King ever to have occurred in history, all others picked up his leftovers and claimed it for themselves. The King couldn’t tolerate those people and would punish those who claimed Kingship for themselves. However he was weak in this world, he raised his arm and clenched his fist in anger. His nails were digging into his skin, how could he be robbed again. He glanced back to see Jon Snow walking with the so called Queen of her People.

Although the Omniverse did bring in people like Guu who was beyond his realm of recognition. What was she...Gilgamesh peered into her and stared as Jon continued to catch up to him. He already had what he needed, the woman was not of his planet. She was queen of an entirely different species...The King smirked as the woman passed by limping and she gave him a weird stare while Jon was more grateful.

“Thank you my grace for waiting, I appreciate your patience.” Jon’s eyes glinting with a hope that the King had a sense of compassion. A smile that told Gilgamesh that he really cared about how people ended up and almost as if the man had a sense of honor. Gilgamesh returned the man an honest smile, this man was much better than he had expected. How valuable Crona had been before was now ten times greater. As Jon passed with the queen his honest smile turned into a malevolent grin and his crimson eyes widened with excitement. How easy it will be to mill the dogs that opposed him.

From inside his duffel bag the incessant pony had finally chosen to slumber and become quiet. Or well...not speaking. A loud snoring came from his duffel bag and destroyed his maniacal dream. The King frowned and he began to walk along with the two that he had to back him up, his footsteps crunching underneath the dry dirt that lay beneath his feet. He glanced back up towards the sky, the orange hue helping Gilgamesh relax and enjoy the event. Bloodshed and beauty, how could this get any better?

Snoring was not the answer to that question. Gilgamesh did not know what was worse: An awake Deadpony or an asleep one. The walk was horrendous and Gilgamesh could not see anything but extended mazes of trees. His own feet were tired and he plopped on his knees and his duffel bag hit the floor unceremoniously. A distorted series of noises came from the bag as Deadpony popped out, rubbing his eyes.

“Man was this duffel bag heavy…We shall lay here for the time being.” Jon passed by almost glaring in exhaustion as he plopped down the unconscious Queen. He laid her next to the broken log that lay next to the group as they finally found somewhere to sit. The two sat there in soft silence as Deadpony was still waking from his peaceful nap.

“She isn’t a bad person you know.” Gilgamesh looked at the man in confusion. “Blackfire, the queen I mean. She isn’t a bad person and I know Kings don’t like other royalty but she isn’t bad.”

The King searched through his duffel bag for a water bottle mumbling when he was searching. “I never said she was bad. She isn’t from this planet, so she rules something that is beyond my realm. I still think it’s a bad idea to bring her along though, she’ll allow the mongrels to have a fair chance when they ambush us.” Jon stood up, obviously distressed about the situation.

“I know it isn’t strategic but I cannot let someone who asks for my help to just lay there and die. It isn’t human, I don’t care if we win this game if I lose myself in it.” His eyes widened with fear and a bit of sadness as he hoped this game would not change him. Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow at Jon, his morals had kept him sane this entire time. He raised and took Deadpony from his bag with the stuffed animal making lots of...noise in his retrieval.

“AGH ASSHOLE! Why! AGH I WAS GETTING UP!” The pony protested as it was drawn out of the bag. He held onto one of his legs as he pointed at Jon with the other hand.

“Rise Jon from your seat.” His kingly voice shot forth automatically rising Jon from his seat and onto his knees. It was almost like clockwork as if he had done this before. Gilgamesh slowly walked over smirked at Jon.

“My my this is all very unproper, however I think your aptitude and unquestionable loyalty deserves something rewarding from my end.” The King looked around haphazardly as if he didn’t want this ceremony to be stopped. Jon raised his eyebrow almost as if he didn’t know what was going on.

“Repeat after me. I Jon Snow” The man hesitantly repeated after the King.

“I Jon Snow”

“Swear Fealty to King Gilgamesh and will defend all citizens of his Kingdom. To protect his land and his people and to never stray from my path due to danger. Those who dare threaten our lifestyle shall be my sworn enemies and I shall always remain true and keep my honor and loyalty to my Kingdom above all else.” He hesitantly repeated after Gilgamesh, almost as if the words were a binding contract that inhibited his every movement. At the end it seemed as if he had realized what this was.

“I King Gilgamesh swear to protect you as my vassal and I hereby knight you Sir Jon. Rise my Knight of Honour, you have been granted one of the highest honors I could give you. You have influence in my Kingdom and have pedigree in my land.” The King used Deadpony as a makeshift sword, knighting the kneeling woodsman with a plushie.

“I am honored your grace.” His knight rose with a smile on his face and with a newfound sense of pride in his heart. All according to plan.