Title: Horse Shoes for Sale
Pairing: None. Young Hercules
Archive: Yes, please. Let me know if you take it, OK?
Teaser: The Academy holds a Fund Raiser. Comedy.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to Studios USA or
Whoever owns the Rights to Young Hercules. This is just for fun. No money
is being made.
It was a warm spring day at the Academy, a Saturday to be exact. Normally
all of the cadets would have dashed out the gates towards freedom the very
moment the first rays of sunlight brightened the eastern sky. But today was
a special day at the Academy. The school, run by the great centaur warrior
Chiron, was holding a Fund Raiser. The proceeds were to buy new equipment
the school needed and to help cover the cost of repairs. Students were
encouraged to donate excess items they owned and didn't need any longer.
Dozens of cadets carried long tables outside to hold the varied items they
had collected for the sale.
Hercules sat on his bed and opened the small chest where he kept his few
belongings. Searching through the chest, he pulled out a pair of well worn
boots. The boots were made of brown leather and had long laces going up the
leg. The outsides were scuffed and the heels worn down but they were still
usable. He tucked the boots under his arm, closed the chest and headed for
Prince Jason appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in fine dark
Corinthian leather studded with shiny silver studs. "You're not going to
sell those, are you?"
"Yeah." Hercules replied as he stopped to talk to his friend. "I got a new
pair so I don't need these anymore."
"Oh, come on, Herc! Look at those boots!" Jason pointed at the boots and
rolled his eyes. "Who would buy those? We're trying to raise money, not
scare the customers away!"
"But someone could use them." Hercules pointed out as he squeezed past
Jason into the long hallway of the Academy. "I'm not about to just throw
them out if someone else could get some use of them. Not only would it help
someone who can't afford to buy a new pair of boots, but help the Academy,
too. And I'd feel better, too, knowing that I'm helping someone."
Jason laughed and gathered a few items off his bed. He held them up for
Hercules to see. The first item was a fine black scabbard made of tooled
leather. Beautiful designs ran up and down it's surface and light shone off
the metal studs. Second was a pair of brown leather gauntlets with red
stones. Last was a bandoleer studded with silver. "Now these will bring in
some real money to help the school! Chiron will be lucky if he can buy some
nails with the money you get from those boots."
Hercules shrugged. "Without nails, the rest of the supplies is worthless.
You know how the story goes."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Jason followed Herc into the hallway and they went
outside. By now the other cadets had everything set up, with each cadet in
charge of selling his or her own items. Everyone was welcome to the sale,
as long as they had dinars to spend! "I'm going to be selling some old
horse tact, too. From the Palace. That should bring in good prices!"
Hercules placed his boots on the table. He knew compared to Jason's fine
items his appeared old and trashy but he didn't care. Not everyone could
afford Jason's high prices!
A few moments later Iolaus showed up, chewing on a handful of cookies.
"Hey, Herc. Your Mom is here! Look what I bought! Yumm!" The curly haired
youth chewed on his cookie, then almost choked when he saw Hercules' boots
on the table. "You're selling those?"
"Yeah." Hercules replied, not bothered at all. "I don't need them anymore."
Just then a group of girls from town showed up. They laughed and giggled
among themselves as they wondered from table to table examine the wares.
One had bought a plateful of cake from Alcmane but so far the others hadn't
bought anything. They wanted to see everything before they spent their
"Ooooh!" One girl cried as she snatched up Hercules' old worn boots. "How
"Uhhh.... 3 dinars?" Hercules stuttered. His mouth hung open part way as he
stared at the beautiful girl holding his boots.
"I'll pay 5 dinars for them!" Another one of the girls offered, reaching
into her drawstring money pouch hanging from her hip. She had long wavy
blonde hair and clear blue eyes.
The first girl, Helena, spoke again. "Oh no you don't, Pasiphae! I saw them
first! And I'll have them at 10 dinars!"
"15 dinars!" Pasiphae shouted as she pulled out more coins.
"30 dinars if you sign your name on the boots!" Helena offered
"Where's a pen?!" Hercules looked around frantically for a pen.
Iolaus dropped his cookies on the ground, his hand going limp as he watched
the girls in shock. Then he hopped on one foot as he tugged the boot off
his right foot and placed it on the table. Switching to the other foot, he
began to tug. He gritted his teeth. "You darn boot! This is no time for you
to get stuck!"
Jason started to follow Iolaus' lead and began to remove his fine
Corinthian leather boots.
Pasiphae dumped the contents of her money pouch on the table with a grin,
gold dinars rolling everywhere. "110 dinars!"
"Aaahhhhhh!" Iolaus fell over and landed on the grass with a loud thud, his
boot finally coming free and flying up into the air. A moment later it
landed on his own chest and he went "oofh".
"You win, Pasiphae. I can't beat that." Helena admitted sadly.
"Sold!" Hercules shouted as he collected the dinars into a pile. He sighed
his name on each boot and smiled at Pasiphae. His heart pounded crazily in
his chest and he thought he might pass out. He wanted to scream and shout
from excitement. Just think, 110 dinars for his old boots!
"Thank you, Hercules." Pasiphae said sweetly as she gathered the boots and
showed them to her girlfriends. The girls giggled over them, whispering
Iolaus picked himself up from the grass and eagerly planted his other boot
on the table. "I got boots here! Boots for sale!"
Hercules collected all the coins into his money pouch, which could barely
hold it all. He was afraid that the bottom would burst at any minute. "Good
thing I'm a Demigod! These coins are heavy!"
A tough-looking bearded man stepped up to the table. He had long greasy
black hair and a scar on his face. He snarled as he picked up Iolaus'
boots, examining them. "I'll give ya 1 dinar for them and not a dinar
"What? Those aren't for you!" Iolaus said angrily as he snatched his boots
back. "Those are for girls!"
"Girls?" The man stared at Iolaus, complexed. "Those are guy boots. Why
would a girl want with them?"
"Uhh.... to remember me and my good looks?" Iolaus asked. The Golden Hunter
stuck out his chest proudly and petted himself, a big grin on his face.
Jason laughed. "Ha! If you would ever be that lucky!"
"Hey! I look better than you!" Iolaus retorted as he shot Jason a dirty
"You can't look better than me. I'm the Prince!" Jason shouted back. "And
believe me, I know the girls will be fighting over me."
"Are these boots for sale or not?" The man asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, for 20 dinars!" Iolaus told him.
"What? For these old things?" The man reached over the table and gripped
Iolaus by the front of his tunic. "That's highway robbery! I can get a new
pair for 5 dinars!"
"But these are special!" Iolaus squeaked as his bare toes dangled just
above the grass.
"What's special about them?" The man asked, his lips curling up into a
sneer. "They look like cheaply made boots to me and all worn out. The stink
coming out of them could kill a man!"
"Stink? My boots don't stink!" Iolaus struggled to get free. He pounded on
the big man's beefy arm.
Hercules and Jason laughed. "Last time Iolaus washed his feet was when he
was tossed into that pond and almost drowned!"
"And they are special!" Iolaus said again. "I'll even sign my name on each
"What? That's the most stupidest thing I ever heard!" The man dropped
Iolaus onto the ground and walked away. "Who wants boots with someone's
name written on them? They'd be ruined!"
Once again Iolaus picked himself up from the grass. He frantically looked
around. "Where are the girls?"
"I think they left." Jason said. He patted Herc on the shoulder. "You did
really good with those boots. Why, that's enough to buy a War Chariot!
Chiron will be proud!"
"What do you mean they left? They didn't buy my boots yet!" Iolaus hopped
over the table and ran off barefoot, his brown boots dangling from one
"I better go turn this money in to Chiron so he can lock it up." Hercules
pressed the money pouch against his chest, holding it with both hands.
Pausing, he glanced up at Jason. "But why did they spend so much on old
"Who knows?" Jason replied. He smiled brightly as a customer started to
examine his bandoleer. It was going to be a great Fund Raiser Day!