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I know the punctuation/ grammar is not perfect…but, I'm trying
In the middle of the throne room sat Phobos in all his dark glory. Kneeling before him was Cedric in his human form.
"Where is the Heart of Kandrakar?"
Cedric raised his head. "Please, forgive me, my prince. Our forces ran into the rebel leader's army. We were greatly outnumbered and had no choice but to retreat".
"You mean to tell me that 500 of your best men, including yourself could not manage to beat 5 girls and at most one legion!".
Phobos's face came into the light. His crown, a ridged triangle had a large purple gemstone in the center, accompanied by two smaller rows of red glowing gems on either side of it; waist length blonde hair with two braids framing his angular face swayed gently as he banged his fist against the arm of his throne.
Cedric hung his head low in shame and out of fear of the prince's infamous temper. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he searched his mind for a plan that will get him back into Phobos's good graces.
"Perhaps we are going about this the wrong way"
Phobos arched his eyebrow. "Explain yourself", he demanded.
Cedric nodded. "I received information from a highly reliable source that the Heart must be given willingly not taken by force"
Phobos leaned forward. "I see, and who is this highly reliable source?" he inquired, beckoning Cedric to rise.
"Fendrel of the Black Spring"
Phobos rubbed his goatee in thought. This new tidbit of information could help turn the tide of war in his favor and he saw no reason to distrust Fendrel; his information had greatly helped him in the past. Grabbing his scrying sands, he scattered them before him with a wave of his hand. Channeling his energy into them, the sand showed them Heatherfield at night. The scene switched to the guardian leader's bedroom; despite her headstrong personality, her bedroom was animal themed with a strong preference for frogs.
Phobos smiled at the guardian's vulnerable position. He studied her, watching her draw in a deep breaths, chest moving up and down. Phobos's eyes lingered on her chest before trailing up to her neck. The Heart clutched in her hand glowed with a dim light in tune with its wielder's relaxed state.
Phobos chuckled.
Soon you will be mine
"Will! This is the last time I'm calling you! Wake up!
"10 more minutes!"
"No, get up. You'll be late for school!"
Will turned her head and groaned in response.
Why can't I just stay home?
She ripped the covers from her face and rubbed her eyes before blinking at the sunrays that slipped through the gap in her curtains. She hastily peeled off her pajamas off and chucked them in the dirty laundry basket.
Gotta do laundry soon. Running out of stuff to wear.
Will made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower. She turned on the faucet and held her fingers under the stream of water, waiting till the water had heated to step inside. She sighed deeply as she let the hot water drench her and soothe her skin. Lathering soap suds into her washcloth, she scrubbed her skin and leaned around the curtain to retrieve a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. Squeezing it into the palm of her hand and rubbing it together; she massaged her short red hair.
"Will! Are you almost done? If you don't hurry, you'll miss breakfast!" yelled Susan from downstairs.
No way am I missing breakfast!
"I'm coming!"
After a few minutes, Will turned off the shower and went back to her room to choose the clothes she will wear for the day. Deciding on a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple black shirt with purple sneakers, she ran downstairs and into the kitchen where she found her mom cooking breakfast.
"Your breakfast is on the table"
"Thanks Mom".
Susan Vandom waited for her daughter to finish eating her first waffle before clearing her throat.
"Will, we need to talk"
Will looked up from her plate of waffles in mid-bite.
"I can't continue to wake you up every morning for school. You're a big girl now and you need to start acting like it"
"I'm a big girl that couldn't even go to Cornelia's birthday party on Sunday!"
"With an F on your history and math tests! I don't think so. And until your grades improve you can forget about partying or hanging out".
"But Mom!.." complained Will
"No 'buts' about it" said Susan. "We've been over this before, your grades come first"
Will said nothing and continued to eat. Susan slowly sipped her coffee and looked out the window. All she saw was a sheet of white covering the lawn and the neighbors' houses.
"It looks bad out there. Let me drive you to school"
"No thanks, I'll walk"
She pushed her chair back and grabbed her book bag.
"Will...wait"
"Bye Mom"
She pushed her chair back and grabbed her book bag, leaving the table before Susan can finish.
Winter had come early and Will was walking to school with her backpack slung over one shoulder. The coat she was wearing did not protect her from the cold as she would have liked, but it was the only thing she wanted to wear. Will blew out a puff of warm air, watching it disappear in the cold.
A/N- This storyline has been dancing around my head for a couple of weeks and I thought hey why not. Sorry for this chapter being so short. Work and finals are taking a lot out of me. For those who took the chance to read the story, I thank you. I really hope I kept the characters true to their personalities. Read and review and please no flames.
