NOTE: I rather like putting these note things at the front of my fanfictions (I am doing so in "Defy Explanation" and I did in the oneshot called "Dark" and a certain chapter of "An Experiment Called Emerald" whose number escapes me) so I'll do it for this one. "Robin's Grail." Heh. Bet you can guess what this is about. Anyway, to get on with the note, this fanfiction is based on the Broadway musical Spamalot, not Monty Python and the Holy Grail, the movie which is pretty similar but not exactly the same. If you've seen the movie and not the play and somehow get it in your head to read this fanfiction, I daresay while you'll know who's who you'll probably have no idea what the heck is going on. But by all means, read it anyway, I'm certainly not trying to deter anyone. Maybe you'll learn the Spamalot world basics in the process, and wouldn't that be useful for reading other fanfictions and the like. Though of course you could always look it up on Wikipedia and read the article for information, but if you ever hoped to see the musical it might spoil some things here and there. But then again, so would this fanfic. Unless you don't mind spoilers or already know too much, where then I suppose it would be all right and then please read take the time to read this humble fanfiction, good sir knight. After all, I can never have too many readers, especially one of your exceptional skill and talent. There's nothing like sucking up to your readers, don't you say. Hey, would you look at that, the mood of this musical is making me talk all proper like the characters do, heh. Oh, and on with the notes… the physical description of each character is based off of a combination of the actor who I saw playing them in the show (the North American tour), and just how I picture them in my head. Sorry for any confusion if that's not how you'd describe them (i.e. I know Robin to be a redhead but many people claim he's blonde. Ah well, let's compromise and call him strawberry-blonde, shall we?). Wow that note was long. I'd shut my yap get on with the story, but I rather like making these things. Heh. Goodbye. One last thing before I go: Robin is the most amazing character ever and even though I like him with a certain other knight I'm still a Robin fangirl. Who is this other knight (or k-niggit, if you prefer), you ask? Well, I'm certainly not going to tell you. It'll ruin the story, sheesh. Oh, and a warning. Don't read this fanfiction if you're not comfortable with slash/yaoi/gay/whatever-you-happen-to-call-them pairings. I would think you wouldn't be uncomfortable with them in the first place since you're reading a Spamalot fanfiction and there's quite a lot of gay characters in Spamalot, but just in case you fell asleep in the theater (shame on you!) the warning is here. I don't want flames for things I can't control, now do I. Don't worry, it's not going to get too descriptive or gross—this story is rated K+ for now, though I might change it later if I get inspired to throw in a swear word or whatnot. There's still not going to be any Robin/other-charrie-he-likes sex or anything though, don't worry. Oh, you thought I'd reveal who I was pairing him with, did you? Well, I'm sorry, you silly k-niggit, but I don't fall for my own traps that easily. I fart in your general direction if you were hoping for a clue. But hey, I think I said my favorite Spamalot couple on my deviantART journal anyway. And it should be pretty obvious from the first chapter, which you are about to read, if you haven't already left by now. I'm going to shut up now before I ramble on for all eternity, addicted to writing this note. I certainly hope I'm not addicted. I do believe that instead—
NOTE ABOUT THE NOTE: We are dreadfully sorry about the long-winded and most likely quite boring ramblings that you have been forced to sit through, when you were quite probably hoping to read a Spamalot fanfiction instead. If you weren't, then, bye-bye. Have a nice life. If you were, then you'll be pleased to hear that the person in charge of writing the notes at the beginnings of my stories has been sacked. Now, because something must be done to inform you of a few things, I shall present the more important points of the note above at the very last minute and at almost zero expense (hey, just because this is a Spamalot fic doesn't mean I can't throw in a few Holy Grail references here and there).
-Go back and read through the first note, fool.
Toldja it'd be zero expense.
Anyway… on with the story! 8D Huzzah!
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two: Reunion
A tall young woman with flowing, blonde hair stood in the middle of a field of daises, which swirled around her billowing dress in a manner that could almost be perceived as comforting. Loud, high-pitched sobs echoed pathetically through the surrounding plains, tears streaming down the girl's face in buckets. She sunk to her knees and clutched aimlessly at the grass in front of her, if only to give her hands something to do, to touch… if only to do something. In a state of blind fury, she lunged upward, taking thousands of blades of innocent, helpless grass along with her, showering them down upon the ground as she opened her palms to the sky.
"Carola! My love!"
The girl's breath caught in her chest and even the wind seemed to stop breathing. "Mikael?" She hardly dared to speak his name, for as soon as she got her hopes up she feared it would all have been a dream.
But alas, that was not the case. A mere few feet away from the distressed Carola stood a tall, handsome man with kindness in his eyes. It took but a moment for Carola and Mikael to fly into each other's arms, forever content in their lover's warm embrace.
Carola's head rested gently on Mikael's chest, her delicate ears picking up his steady heartbeat and even the tiniest breath that left his lips. "I thought you would never come."
Mikael ran a smooth-skinned hand through his love's seamless hair, his eyes twinkling like diamonds. "I would never abandon the one I love."
The two stood there for what felt like seconds but could have been hours, or perhaps it was the other way around. Time was infinite, countless, inexistent when the two were together. The grass of the field seemed to forgive Carola for her rash act of murdering their kin, and the daises swirled around the pair's feet, as if wishing to join in on their embrace as well. All seemed right with the world. And that is where this story draws to a close.
NOTE ABOUT THE FANFICTION: I'm dreadfully sorry, but the people at Clover Corporations seemed to have gotten a tad confused and have forgotten to sack those responsible for writing false stories as to amuse the reader with my strange sense of humor. Those responsible for sacking those individuals have been sacked, as well as the individuals themselves. Heck, why don't I just sack everyone? It's not like I need anyone but myself to write a fanfiction anyway. But alas, the people at Clover Corporation, instead of presenting a Spamalot fanfiction titled "Robin's Grail," instead have seemed to enjoy presenting you with a little romantic literature about Finland instead. Once more, I feel I must say that I am dreadfully sorry and it will never happen again. Next we will move on to a much less touchy-feely story, one about a brave knight by the name of Sir Robin…
ONE LAST NOTE: LOL, I actually researched Finnish names for the last part, but I know absolutely nothing about Finnish culture and things of the sort so I'm sorry if you're Finnish and I've offended you with this. The only reason I had them be Finnish in the first place is a reference to the first song in Spamalot. xD Anyway… if you've actually stuck with me this long, through all the notes and weird love stories about Carola and Mikael (who, incidentally, you will never hear about from me again), then I hope you will wait around until the first chapter of this fanfiction is posted. The real first chapter will actually have some content, heh, I promise. Bye now!
-Bodie Clover, 2008