Welcome to Drabble Wednesday, the Olympic
Edition! Here you find some odd events indeed... Now on to the gold!
Pointed
Competition
It’s been a hard day here in the Archery
Competition at the Medieval Olympics.
The favourites, Sir Pellinore and Sir
Malcolm failed to make the finals, out in the third cycle.
Now, the leading competitor Sir Archibald steps
up for his last round.
He takes his shot... oh my word, I think
he’s done it!
What a shot! Three serfs down with one
arrow! A new world record!
Wait! One of the peasants is still writhing
on the ground! We will have to go the judges for a decision.
Yes, yes! It is official! Sir Archibald
wins the gold medal!
~*~
Off To The Races
Welcome to the final day of equestrian
dragon racing! The five competitors are ready at the start and there’s the
bell! They’re off!
It’s Windworm of Berk taking an early lead,
with Tharina of Alagaësia and Baroth
of Pern close on her tail! The oldest participant, Fafnir of Asgard, and newcomer
Lyron of Westeros are lagging well behind the pace.
They’re rounding the first turn, and it’s
still—wait! Fafnir of Asgard is attacking Lyron! She’s going down! That’s
immediate disqualification for Fafnir! Now he’s breathing fire on the other racers!
It’s a repeat of last year! Oh, the tragedy...
~*~
Jump For Your
Life
“Things have gotten very interesting at this pole vaulting competition, Sir Wendell, with the fifth consecutive contestant killed and eliminated. I thought Giles the candle maker had a chance after he cleared the deadly moat, but the hot oil chucker at the top of the wall ended his attempt.”
“Yes, Sir Percy, too bad for Giles. Let’s
see how our next athlete does, shall we?”
“Oh look, it’s Bartholomew the baker. This
is his first time competing.”
“Yes, he’s having a go with only twenty
minutes training.”
“Oh no, it’s the water for him. Another
meal for the moat monster.”
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