((Disclaimer: as far as i know Tamora Pierce doesnt write fanfics when she is stressed. Considering the fact that i am stressed, i am not Pierce. If she does write fanfics for her stories then someone should conk her on the head, because she cant be the fan if she is the author, she would be writing author fics which would really just be books. hmm..ranting is also a sign of stress...))

I know i should be updating my more serious stories but i really dont feel like being serious about Discovery at the moment. I needed something funny to write and this felt really good to type after both my history and latin tests. Hope you like it...even if it is a completely random and pointless.

Chapter Two

The Great Queenscove

Their footsteps were barely heard as the four girls were walking through the darkened hallways of the Royal Palace. They had easily slipped past the guards and into the secret door under one of the hay bales in the stables. Now they were headed towards where their first victims slept peacefully, the pages wing.

It only took five minutes to maneuver themselves through the winding halls, arriving in front of a solid wooden door. Loud snores drifted from within, signaling that the person was fast asleep.

Grinning at each other, the girls readied themselves to sneak in. Eliza, who had two older brothers, had taught herself how to pick locks in order to retrieve things stolen by her siblings. The other three knew how, as any prankster would, but Eliza was the best.

She pulled out a clip from her hair and straightened it. Sticking it into the keyhole she wiggled it around for a few seconds before they heard a faint click. Slowly Eliza opened to door, twisting the handle slowly so it wouldn't creak.

They went in, one by one, tiptoeing towards the bed where a young man slept. He was obviously too old for a normal page at the palace. Nealan of Queenscove was about to get one of the biggest shocks of his life.

Eliza, Kat, and Bren stepped back as Maria Jones held up a small bag and strode over to the boy's bed. Smirking madly, she opened the lip of the bag and turned it sideways, dumping the contents all over the pillow.

Bugs of every sort began crawling around; most prominent were the girl's personal favorites: the earthworm. There was also a variety of spiders and beetles, and one of them could have sworn they saw a snake as well, but they weren't quite sure about that.

Kat, who had the gift, placed a spell on the sleeping page as well. When he woke up (screaming…the girls hoped) he would find that no sound escaped his lips. Thus they would be able to get a few more pranks in that day without everyone being awoken by Queenscove's dramatics. After all, they each thought, it was only a few critters, nothing more.

They quickly left the room, shutting the door behind them, but not before Bren left one last parting gift. Gently, she placed her pet tarantula on the doorway,

"Try not to bite too hard okay Ziggy? I'll be back to get you tomorrow, don't die please, Eliza wanted to use you on her brothers next week." She whispered to him, though the arthropod ((can you tell biology is getting to my head??)) couldn't understand what she had told him, she knew he was clever enough not to get himself killed by a frenzied boy.

Once the door was closed completely, the girls waited for a brief time until they heard something come crashing to the floor. At which they began giggling silently to themselves while they ran down the corridor.

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Neal woke from his dream to an itching on his nose. He was just about to reach his hand up to scratch it when he realized his entire head itched. Bringing both hands to his thick brown hair he ran his fingers through it and felt something wet and cold crawl across his thumb, then something else scurry across the palm.

So surprised was he that the page fell out of his bed with a thump, shaking his head madly in attempt to get what ever it was out. Suddenly, he felt a sharp bite in the tender skin between his thumb and pointer finger.

He lifted his hand to the front of his face and saw a foot long snake biting him.

Neal prompty shot the creature off his hand using his gift while screaming in what he was sure was the highest pitch he had ever shrieked in his life. At least that was what he thought before he realized no sound was emanating from his mouth.

Jumping up, he ran over to his door and placed his hand on the knob about to turn it when something large and hairy fell onto it.

It then began crawling quickly up Neal's arm until he could clearly see the largest spider he had ever set his eyes on.

This, alas, was too much for the great Queenscove, who fainted like swooning court lady.

And all while this was occurring, four girls scurried through the sleeping castle to find their next victims.

if you dont feel like reviewing you dont have to since i am seriously writing this only to relieve stress. I will reply to those i do get, but nooooooo pressure. (unlike school which has much pressure, especially in a certain biology class DIE PLANTS DIE!) haha im okkkkkk...i think. though i might be hyper...might be.