A/N Ok next Chapter! People get into positions, Ivan and Madeline over there, Arthur over there… Arthur and Francis stop fighting! Alfred stop eating the complementary burgers I set out for EVERYONE! *sigh* ok and… ACTION!
Chapter 2: The Bad Colour Trio
All I remember was Madeline getting taken by the cursed man of the Red Kingdom. I fell as if I'm being lifted and all of gravity dose not apply to my very being. I hear strange voices all around me: some in scratchy, some in a different kind of accent, and some in commands. I feel like I'm bouncing up and down, but my head lies on something soft. I begin to come back to reality as my face twist in pain and my eyes open slowly, light blinding me at first.
"Oh are you finally coming back to zee world of the living?" someone chuckles as my eyes dilate to the dim light. The first thing I see is a man with sapphire colored eyes and a bit of stubble that inhabits his chin. His hair is long, wavy, golden, and tied in a loose ponytail in the back of his head. He smiles and chuckles. Embarrassed I begin to sit up from the man's lap, but a shock of pain shoots through me, causing me to gasp and fail.
The man shushes me and grabs a wet rag from the water bucket next to him as we continue to jitter up and down. He places the cool rag upon my forehead and begins to message my shoulders delicately.
"Where am I? Where is Madeline?" I cough out as I look around. I seem to be in a covered wagon with two other men. The other sits in the far left corner, sword in his grasp as he soundlessly sleeps, his hair silver and short. At first I think it is the horrible man who had stolen Madeline, but he opens his eyes. His eyes are a bloody crimson and full of malice.
He looks at me and snickers, "Your in a wagon, fool. And the woman you kept calling out while you slept, don't have a hell-of-an idea."
"Gilbert, be nice. Zis man nearly died and it sounds like for zee one he loves. I find zat noble, unlike someone I know," the blond says as he chuckles at the man's reaction, which is a surprised scoff and looking away cheeks redder then the Red Kingdom all together. "I am Francis Bonnefoy, the traveling bard and I am from the Blue Kingdom. Zat bad tempered man is Gilbert Beilschmint, the traveling demon hunter from the Red Kingdom. You are with the Bad Colour Trio, at your service."
"If it's a trio, who's the third?" I ask coughing.
"That would be me!" yells a man from the front of the wagon. I look over at him. He has brown, short messy hair and his eyes are emerald like my own. He looks like me but of his hair color and his skin is a caramel color. "Name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and I am a ranger from the Yellow Kingdom."
"What about you?" Francis asks me and soaks the rag again, placing it on my head again.
"I am… Arthur Kirkland, knight of the Green Kingdom," I say and cough a bit, throat dry and covenanting water, "One of the last survivors of the Red Kingdom's raid."
"We heard news about that, so we came to investigate and found you in the ashes, slowly dieing. Francis begged us that we save you so here you are now, huh?" Gilbert says shrugging.
"Thank you…" I cough out and close my eyes a bit before opening them and looking up at the canvas ceiling. Francis grabs a ladle from the bucket and lifts my head. I drink rapidly, but throw up a bit on my chest—which is shirtless except for the bandages the cover my bloody wound. Francis sighs and Gilbert laughs a scratchy laugh. Francis uses a torn rag and wipes me off.
"Drink slower," he sighs and puts the ladle back up to my mouth. I drink slower, as directed, sighing in irritation.
When I drink all that is in the ladle. I force myself to sit up. Pain shoots through me, but I do my best to ignore it. I grunt as I push forward and breathe heavily. Francis places his hands behind me and pushes me up. I curl my legs together—crissed crossed—and try to catch my breath. I bow my head and pant, looking at my bandaged abdomen. I look over in the far right corner to see my stuff neatly set there. I turn and slowly reach for them but my hand was pushed downwards by Francis.
"You still need to rest," he says and I glare at him. I sigh and gasp as I feel his warm hands poke my back.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" I ask and turn my head to face the man.
"My father taught me this. I'm hitting your pressure points to help you heal faster," Francis says as he concentrates on my back. He continues as I roll my eyes. Then he hits somewhere in my lower back that me moan out. He chuckles and hits it one more time then moves up. As he continues, I start to feel light and pain is like a distant thing that doesn't exist.
He stops poking and begins to rub. I sigh happily as all my knots begin to loose. He starts with the shoulders then moves down in little circles with his palms. Then he stops and pokes the middle of my back roughly. I yelp in pain, but it begins to get warmer around that spot and the pain ebbs away. Then I hear soft singing.
"Goddess of healing, let it begin~
Healing without, and healing within~
Healing his spirit, healing his skin~
Goddess of healing, let it begin~"
My eyes begin to waver shut and my whole body warms up. I feel as if my abdomen is on fire and I pass out.
I see a goddess dressed in blue surrounded by a veil of water emerge from the darkness. She stands in a garden filled with blue roses and is happily sipping blue tea. Blue birds chirp all around me, calling me to go to her. I begin to walk to this mysterious goddess in awe. She looks my way and I stop. I bow at her presence, excusing myself. She chuckles and walks up to me. She steps in front of me and tilts my head up. She plants a short kiss to my lips and whispers, "Do my bidding and save the one you love with this gift." Suddenly I am encased with a green light and my head begins to ache. My eyelids begin to lazily close halfway and knowledge flows into my brain. My eyes close all the way and warm green light fills my body.
I wake up to see both Francis and Gilbert in my face, looking at me.
"What happened? That usually never happens," Francis ask and rubs his chin in suspicion.
"I saw a beautiful blue goddess…" I say looking up at the canvas ceiling—not even thinking of looking at the men.
"What did she say to you," Francis asks suddenly and urgently.
"She said to do her bidding… and save the one I love with a gift… Why?" I ask as I look at Francis confused.
"She is the Goddess of healing and of the Blue Kingdom," he explains. "She may have given you the gift of healing. Let's check." Suddenly Francis raises me so I'm sitting up and lifts the hair that covers my neck. I gasp in disapproval and squirm a bit, not pleased at Francis touching me so much. He gasps and then starts to chuckle. "Sacre bleu, she has given you her blessings. So I wasn't crazy when she came to me in a dream last night telling me to save you."
"Ya right, you only saved him cause you think he's good looking." Gilbert snickers.
"That wasn't the only reason!" Francis yells at him, blushing. "See you have the holy blue crest of the goddess like me. See?" He turns and lifts his ponytail. There, on his the back of his neck, is a blue moon and star.
"I have that on the back of my neck to?" I ask as I touch the back of my neck to feel the warm crest there.
"Wee, you do," Francis says and chuckles. Suddenly the wagon stops, causing us to fly forward.
"Amigos! We've got trouble!" Antonio yells.
"Any of you know a man by the name Arthur Kirkland? Ahahahaha Because the totally heroic me is here to kill him!"
This can't be good…
A/N Hooray! Second chappie is done! Hope you enjoy and I think you can tell who the assassin is XD Ok if you didn't understand the Goddess thing… Arthur basically gained white magick… Well…
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