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amelia_petkova) wrote2007-10-02 02:11 pm
amelia_petkova) wrote2007-10-02 02:11 pm
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More unplanned fic, hooray!
Originally written for a discussion of the TDiR movie adaptation in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashkitty's LJ.
Title: Old One Auditions
Fandom: The Dark is Rising
Old One Auditions
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of The Dark is Rising Sequence. This story is meant as a commentary on the upcoming movie adaptation/butcheration.
John Smith hammered at the shoe for the Dark Rider’s horse. Listening past the clanging of his tools, he heard young Will walking up the path. John lifted his head to see the boy before the Rider and—
“Hey there,” a boy said in a Yankee accent. “Any idea I am? I was trying to find the mall—I heard it’s a great place to pick up pretty British chicks.”
Very slowly, John and the Dark Rider turned to stare at each other. “Who are you?” the Rider asked.
“Will Stanton. I just moved here from America.”
John stood up and whapped the brat on the head with his hammer, sending him flying into a snow drift. He returned to hammering the horseshoe. “Bloody imposters are getting worse every day.”
The Rider murmured agreement.
ashkitty's LJ.Title: Old One Auditions
Fandom: The Dark is Rising
Old One Auditions
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of The Dark is Rising Sequence. This story is meant as a commentary on the upcoming movie adaptation/butcheration.
John Smith hammered at the shoe for the Dark Rider’s horse. Listening past the clanging of his tools, he heard young Will walking up the path. John lifted his head to see the boy before the Rider and—
“Hey there,” a boy said in a Yankee accent. “Any idea I am? I was trying to find the mall—I heard it’s a great place to pick up pretty British chicks.”
Very slowly, John and the Dark Rider turned to stare at each other. “Who are you?” the Rider asked.
“Will Stanton. I just moved here from America.”
John stood up and whapped the brat on the head with his hammer, sending him flying into a snow drift. He returned to hammering the horseshoe. “Bloody imposters are getting worse every day.”
The Rider murmured agreement.