The Fly Lord
The Fly Lord is a story that we had to write for English class a while back. We were reading The Odyssey, and we had to write a "monster tale", and this is what we came up with. Instead of just keeping this great story to ourselves, we have decided to share it with you. Enjoy.
The next land Larry Leprechaun found was the Land of Lavyrle, where green hills stretched as far as the eye could see. Land of Lavyrle didn’t have many citizens – about 300 – but the ones they did have were mean and ruthful. Land of Lavyrle – where giant flies run amok as the dominant species. But no fly was greater than The Fly Lord. Larry also brought with him his one true love – Linda Leprechaun. At dinner one night, if the mood was just right, he was going to ask for her hand in marriage. But something went awry . . .
On one fateful evening, Larry and Linda were eating a delicious yogurt pizza. Larry felt it was a good time to pop the Big Question.
“Oh, lady love,” he said.
“Yes, dear?” Linda replied.
“Linda, would you marry me?”
Linda was shocked. “Why, Larry, I – “
Suddenly, the earth began to shake, and the lights went out. It was silent, except for the mysterious buzzing sound.
Larry’s ears perked up. “I know that sound. But from where?” If Larry had known what was making the noise, he would have run away as fast as his 24-inch legs could go.
Suddenly, a giant fly burst through the wall, sending drywall everywhere. Larry screamed. So did Linda. There was no escape. They couldn’t even hear their own screams over the incessant buzzing.
“What do ye want?” cried Larry, protecting Linda. “Take me shillings – anything! Just leave us be!”
“Bzzzzz. . . I am the Fly Lord, ruler of the Land of Lavyrle . . . bzzzzzzz. . . I want your lady . . . bzzzzzzzz” said the fly.
Larry screamed, “No! Ye can’t have her!” The Fly Lord ignored Larry. He buzzed on over to Linda and scooped her up. “No!” she screamed as the Fly Lord carried her away, “Larry, help me!”
Larry called after her “Do not fear, Lady Linda, for I shall seek vengeance!”
The next day Larry did nothing but think. He thought, and thought, and thought. He finally derived a plan to get Linda back. It had to go perfectly though. If he messed up, there were no second chances.
Larry talked to the local townsfolk to find out where the Fly Lord’s den was. Finally, he met a man nice enough to tell him. “It is way up yonder on the top of Larvae Hill. But be warned, all those who have gone there have never returned.”
Larry gulped in fear. But he had to do it – for Linda. Later that afternoon he walked up Larvae Hill with a tablecloth under his arm. He laid the tablecloth down on the grass, then walked up to the door of the Fly Lord’s den. He knocked. He heard a buzzing noise behind the door in the distance, but it grew louder. The Fly Lord was coming to the door.
“Bzzzzzzz. . . who’s there, and what do . . .bzzzzzzzz. . . you want?”
“It is I, Larry Leprechaun, the good friend of the lady you took captive last night. I have decided that you can have her. She’s not worth the fight. In gratefulness, I have laid a tablecloth out here on the grass for you to eat her on.”
Silence. For a moment, Larry thought the Fly Lord hadn’t taken the bait. Finally, the Fly Lord said “Bzzzz. . . you did the right thing. No one can defeat me! Bzzzzzz.”
The door opened and out came the Fly Lord with Linda in his arms. She was crying. The Fly Lord flew over to the tablecloth and set Linda beside it. He hovered over it for a moment – then he landed.
“Ha!” cried Larry in triumph, “Linda, come quick!” Linda ran back to Larry.
“Bzzz. . . no you don’t!” The Fly Lord attempted to fly over to the Leprechauns, but he couldn’t move. The tablecloth was made of sticky fly tap!
“You lose!” said Larry. He walked over to the Fly Lord, who was hopelessly trying to free himself, and pulled out his can of bug spray.
“Bzzzz. . . no! Please don’t!” cried the Fly Lord. Larry sprayed the toxic can right in the Fly Lord’s mouth. It didn’t take effect for about a minute, then the Fly Lord fell limp. The Fly Lord was dead.
Larry walked back over to Linda.
“Yes,” she said.
“ ‘Yes’ what?” replied Larry.
“I will marry you.”
The Leprechauns got married, had many children, and lived happily ever after.
The End