A Young Proposal

Theodore and the girl of his dreams, were at the tender age where one couldn’t decide between a pet dragon or a pet unicorn. Saturday was always his favourite day of the week because he stayed with his grandparents near the snowy mountains. Finding his grandfather’s cottage too stuffy, he decided to go for a walk. He didn’t want to offend his wise grandfather, but was tired of his rambles of how things used to be.

Building snowmen in the garden was Theodore’s favourite thing to do. But, there was no point in building any as the dragons flying by make them melt. Gazing at the sky, he saw several dragons, so he decided to go to the mountains instead.

Sprinting with the butterflies and robins, Theodore thought of his crush. The lucky lady in question as Olive Link. She was the epitome of a model child; caramel curls down to her knees, bright blue eyes and an oval face.

Theodore could daydream about her beauty all day, but she was more than a pretty face. Olive had the face of an angel, but the spirit of a warrior. At ten, Olive Link had decided that she could take on a fully-grown mountain troll by herself. Theodore Cube panicked. He hovered around the rocks, and spied on her, hoping that he didn't get caught.

When the troll growled before her, Olive didn't shiver. She whipped out a sword with three blades and an emerald handle. Theodore gasped. "Where did Olive get that sword from?" Lord Link was an established knight back in his day, but he had been retired for years. He must have been the one to teach her.

Theodore’s cheeks burned. He lowered his head as tears washed his cheeks. He should be the one standing in Olive’s place. How he longed to carry his family’s reputation of knighthood and become a hero like his father and grandfather before him. Although he was only eight years old, he could not wait to triple in size and slay ghastly creatures.

Watching in awe, Theodore’s heart jumped when the troll attempted to crush Olive with his foot. She dodged his toes and rammed the sword into his groin.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Theodore covered his ears with his tiny hands. He still couldn't fathom the fact that Olive wasn't flinching.

Olive retrieved her sword and scurried towards the lonely tree by the waterfall. The troll collapsed and rolled down the hill leaving red splats upon the snow.

Theodore had been reminded of why he had fallen in love with her. He thought it might have been just a crush, but he was sure of it. This was the first time he had been infatuated in such a manner. Olive was an adorable girl with mammoth power. At the tender of ten, she could defeat monsters, but she still couldn't get his name right.

Theodore decided that on the day Olive got his name right, that he would bend down on one knee and propose to her.

"Oh," Olive said with a giggle, "Philip; it's you!"

"Yes!" Theodore blushed. He was too flustered to correct her.

"It is Philip isn't it?" Olive asked. She ran up to him and kissed his lips. "Fabio? Finley? Finnick? Fanny?"

"I AM NOT A FANNY!" he roared.

She gazed into his eyes as she spoke. "Don't tell me," she requested, "I want to get it by myself. Oh! I know, it's Theodore!"

Theodore chuckled. "You finally got it."

As a boy of his words, he knelt before Olive and squeezed her hand, crowning her finger with a ring.

"Olive, will you marry me?"

Olive giggled. “Why don’t you get to know me first!”