Authors Note: It came to me in the middle of free period months ago. Why I didn't write it down then? I was lazy and wanted to keep reading. Oh well, it's here now. Sorry if some of the information is wrong, it's been a while.
The sun was just waking itself up when they made they're way to the house in London. This house, which used to be owned by the Kirke family ages ago, had somehow miraculously survived the Blitz. It was simple, a brick house with a lovely back garden.
Peter and Edmund, disguised as workers, crept into the back garden and started digging, looking for the place in which the rings had been buried. Almost an hour had passed and they still hadn't found anything. The sun was starting to brighten the London sky when they heard a light voice call out to them.
"They aren't there."
The brothers quickly turned, urgently, afraid of being caught. There stood a young girl, maybe Edmund's age, with long blonde hair braided for sleeping, standing in a ivory dressing gown. They didn't say anything.
"The rings? That's what you looking for right?" she called out, leaning against the railing of the porch.
Edmund stepped up. "How do you know about the rings?"
"They were dug up years ago, not long after my family moved here. My parents did some landscaping." she noted to the flowerbed.
"What happened to them?" Peter asked.
"Mum wanted to throw them away, but I grabbed them before she threw them out. They're in my room, you can come in if you like." She popped back inside the house. When she noticed they weren't following she poked her head back out. "Come along now."
The two cautiously followed her into the house and she ran up the stairs, gesturing for the boys to follow her. Her room was small and white, with every picture she had placed any where it would fit.
She glided over to her vanity and lifted a small, worn, wood box and handed it to Peter.
"Thank you," he breathed.
"We don't even know your name, but you don't know how much you've helped us," Edmund quietly exclaimed.
"Ruth. My name is Ruth." Ruth then lead them down the staircase to the parlour, where they departed through the front door.
Ruth leant against the door frame as Peter walked out, and Edmund stayed behind.
"Thank you again," he muttered.
"Any time," she smiled widely.
Ed started to leave and she called after him, "Write to me?"
He smiled and nodded. "Goodbye Ruth."
She thought for a minute, then looked at the two boys retreating down the street.
"Goodbye your Majesties!"
Her neighbor Rosemary shot her a look form the side walk. Seeing a nineteen year old girl in a dressing gown with two boys leaving the house at this hour. This typically wasn't something you'd see.
So, not exactly a typical 1940s scene but, hey, Ruth isn't exactly conventional.
