You ever get that feeling that you're not doing what you're supposed to? Not like you're doing something wrong….just that you're not doing what you're meant for.
Well ever day of her life Sam Puckette got that feeling. She searched for what she was meant for. She searched mountain tops and lakes and rivers. She searched city after state after country after continent and always came up empty handed. And she would still be searching now.
If she hadn't found it.
She had searched everywhere and she had found it in America. Seattle to precise. And she wasn't particularly looking for it at the time either. I guess that's just how things are. Now Samantha Puckette's story is not a fairytale. I just thought I would let you know that now. There is no prince. No fairies. And absolutely positively,
No happy endings.
The flame of one of the many torches flickers as silence envelopes the dark room. The creatures there stare in slight shock as they let the words that had just been spoken sink in. Now I say 'creatures' and not people for a reason. These creatures were anything but human, with horns jutting out of their heads and scales rising up there arms. Some had snouts while others had beaks. Some had fur while others, as I mentioned, had scales. None of them were quite what you would call 'beautiful' except for the man and woman standing at the head of the oval table. The woman was almost regal despite her common clothing and armor. She had her head held high and long, blonde ringlets descending down her back. Her mouth was set into a thin line as she stared at the creatures surround her. The bright green flame on a nearby torch flickered, and then went out.
A creature that looked like a strange cross between man and bull stuttered helplessly for a moment before speaking.
"I…I don't understand miss." He said quietly. He woman's sharp blue eyes turned to him and he flinched slightly before speaking. She sighed before addressing the room as a whole.
"I shall repeat myself only once so I hope you're all listening and not only listening but processing the words I say. We are going to war." She said calmly as she stared at each creature in the room. The man beside her was silent and detached as he stared at the stone wall across the room, watching the water from the sewers overhead drip down them. He had night black hair and dark green eyes and his clothing was as common as his companions. But, like his companion, his clothing did not suit the feeling he gave off.
There was a hum of protest throughout the room before the woman raised her hand for silence. The room instantly muted.
"My word is final. We are going to war with Underround New York."
There were gasps and sounds of indignation throughout the room as a whole.
"Underround New York? Isn't that-"
"I refuse to fight with-"
"She is of our own kind my liege-"
The woman's fist slammed on the oval table which shook on impact. Silence filled the room as the woman shook in anger.
"Yes, I am fully aware of whom the leader of Arethia is but-"Her eyes softened slightly as she paused. "She is not one of us anymore."
She made eye contact with each person in the room. All of which instantly looked down to the floor in both guilt and shame. She swallowed loudly before getting up and starting towards the door, the man following closely behind her.
"Meeting adjourned." she called over her shoulder as she exited.
The pair walked swiftly down a narrow hallway with the same green torches and stone walls as the room before it. The woman walked at a fast pace at which the man easily mimicked. He followed behind her silently as they made the many twist and turns to The Passage Way.
They continued to walk in silence until the woman stepped into a small niche. The man instantly turned away from her and stood guard as the sound of rustling clothing filled the halls. At the final sound of a zipper the woman lightly pushed him out of the way, now dressed in a T-shirt and colorful shorts. She carefully put a single of silver earring into the palm of his hand.
Without a word they began walking towards the hallways dead end. The woman stopped briefly to press her palm onto the wall before the dead end began to glow a dull green. She then looked back at the man for a moment. He quickly pulled a brass key from the pocket of his rough straw shorts. Taking it, the woman put the key into the wall that almost seemed to liquefy on contact. The now water like wall swallowed the lower half of the key before glowing a bright white. The woman stashed the key into her pocket before stepping into the wall.
"Your ten minutes late for rehearsal!" a brunette girl shouted angrily at her best friend. The woman shrugged lazily before she headed towards the kitchen of the small apartment.
"I had things to do." She said calmly as she searched inside the refrigerator. She returned to the living room with a handful of ham, a carton of milk, and a bag of chips. She flopped down onto the couch next to her friend looking curiously at the boy to her right.
"What are you nerding with Fredwina?" She asked as she shoved a piece of ham into her mouth. The boy rolled his eyes before speaking.
"First it not nerding, and second it's a specially ordered, super lensed, high definition-" He was cut off by the young brunette.
"It's a really techy video camera." She said quickly. Freddie glared at her before pouting.
"Carly!" he whined as he put down his camera. She smiled at him before sneakily grabbing a piece of Sam's Ham. Before she could even bring the meat to her lips Sam had eaten it right out of her ham. Carly squealed in disgust when Sam licked her palm, quickly rubbing the saliva on her jeans.
"Sam one day you're going to be so fat that the world's fattest priest will have to look you up for a date." Freddie said in amusement. Sam bit into another piece of ham hungrily before speaking, with her mouth full of course.
"Fredarooni, you wish you got as many dates as the world's fattest priest. He's a celebrity you know?" she asked before swallowing.
"Yeah, to you Sam." Carly said with amusement. "to everyone else he's just this really fat catholic guy."
"A really fat, really cool, fat catholic guy." Sam said defensively.
"You said fat twice. " Carly pointed out with a smile. Sam blinked.
"Your point?" She asked as she ripped open the chip bag.
Before Carly could speak the door was opened and a man came inside. He had night black hair with deep green roots and green eyes to match. His mouth was set into a thin line as he starred at the company of his companion before is eyes met with hers. There was no hiding the shock she felt the he was in Aboveround Seattle and there was no missing the determination shinning from his eyes.
"We need to talk." He said, speaking for the first time in weeks.
I kinda know where I'm going with this. But I kinda don't. please review.