Here we are, chappie three! Reviews are appreciated, luvs!

"What in the name of all blazes happened here?"

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I shrieked, thoughtlessly running to cower behind Vince. Hey, he was the one with the sword, do you blame me? Plus, it had been a trying day. The booming voice behind me belonged to a scowling man with black hair that fell into his brilliant blue eyes. He was wearing strange clothes, as if he were just coming from a fantasy convention, with a long tunic shirt in burgundy, a thick leather belt around his waist, a huge sword on said belt, and fawn-colored breeches (?) tucked into thick black leather boots. (I vaguely noted that my two rescuers also wore the same type of clothing, though not in as rich colors and rather careworn from the recent battle with evil incarnate.) He stood tall and proud, as if used to being in a position that commanded respect. And stranger than strange, he had a huge, reddish-brown hawk on his shoulder. It peered around with a somehow haughty expression that matched its…owner's.

But still, the scowl? It totally ruined the look.

Vince and Anton cried out wordless cheers of welcome.

"Halloo!" Vince cried, "Too bad you only just got here! You could have slain some Mogre! They're dead now, of course. But it was great sport! And we rescued this damosel at the same time! Think you could have done better?" He teased. The scowling newcomer stomped his way over to our group. Up close, it became instantly apparent that he was a devastatingly handsome individual. He couldn't have been too much older than me, perhaps a sophomore or junior in college at the most, but his features had gained a handsome maturity usually reserved for high-profile actors or models.

"Did you have to be so messy? You were supposed to scout, not brawl with Mogres and rescue damsels." Scowling One said, his eyes looking me over with a disdainful glare. I blushed and looked down, my shyness overcoming any other reactions I could have had. Namely, giving him a certain salute….

"We have to have our fun somehow, Jace." Anton said from behind me. Right behind me. I gave a tiny shriek and jumped before shooting him a glare. He only grinned at me unrepentantly. Jerk.

"Alright, who in all blazes is this?" Scowling—Jace—asked, glaring at me. The hawk on his shoulder shrieked its disapproval.

"Our damosel." Vince replied without missing a beat, stepping to the side and gesturing at me elaborately, like a game-show host. Jace rolled his eyes, and the hawk clicked its beak angrily.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" He asked me in a sharp, staccato voice.

"Katie. I'm Katie." I replied automatically, not thinking till right after how imprudent it might be to give my name. Oh well. "I was just sitting here reading when the F-freaky Twins showed up, and then these two came and…"

"Yes, now quiet." Jace interrupted. I bit back the flow of my words automatically, my face flushing. Stupid jerk. Who does he think he is, anyway?

"Anton, how far had she run before you caught the Mogres?" He continued in an all business voice.

"She didn't run." Anton replied, in a suspiciously smug voice. Jace looked sharply at him, then Vince, and then at me.

"You didn't run when the Mogres started hunting? How? Why?" He asked me, a strange harshness on his face.

"V-vince told me not to." I spluttered out, my face scarlet, my eyes darting anywhere but in the direction of his face.

"But how? How did you not run?" He asked, frustrated.

"I just told you, Vince…."

"Never mind Vince! How did you, Katie, not run from those two hunting Mogres?" He said, thoroughly out of patience. The hawk spread its wings and beat them up and down for a few moments in response to the anger. Despite my bewilderment at his strange anger, I found it oddly pleasant when he said my name. I pushed it out of mind.

"I-I…"

"Speak up, girl!" he demanded. I scowled at him.

"I don't understand what you want from me. You asked me why I didn't run. I told you why. What more do you want?" I bit out, my flare of temper protecting me from a stutter at this point. Something that looked like a grudging respect passed quickly over his face and was gone, lost in his own temper.

"I want to know how you withstood the Mogres magic that makes their victims run." He said with forced calm.

"Magic? Seriously?" I said. I was angry at all three of these jokers. Magic? Mogres? "You guys are a long way from the Comic-Con." I noticed Vince and Anton look at each other, mouthing 'comic-con?' before I refocused on this Jace person. He was glaring at me like I was an insect on the lid of his cola or something.

"Do not trifle with me, girl. You have no idea who I am." He said quietly.

"Oh, please. What's so special about you, besides your weird clothes and your totally arrogant and jerk-like personality? I am so done here. All I wanted was to sit and read my books by myself, and what do I get? Some crazy psych-ward escapees who are freaky as sin, these two jokesters coming and stabbing said escapees, and then this giant jerk who thinks waaaaaay too highly of himself. I just want to go home." I said, stomping over and starting to pick up my stuff, trying to ignore the stares of the three males and cursing my voice when it broke on the last word.

"Umm…Katie…"

"And just so you know," I continued, not heeding the voice of one of the twins. "I think that you all should be ashamed of yourselves. Honestly, the way you have been acting, with the sometimes exception of Vince, has been totally…not nice. Not at all. And I know you will probably all go back to your fraternity brothers and have a big laugh and a beer party over the poor high-schooler you freaked out today, but honestly, I don't care. If that is all you losers have time to worry about, then you are no better than the retards at my school, which is saying a lot, let me tell you."

"Katie…!"

"What is it?" I shrieked, too embarrassed to bother being embarrassed about this new madness spurting forth from my mouth like word vomit. All three-four, if you count the hawk- of them were staring at me. Or was it behind me? I fearfully turned, expecting to see at least another heard of Mogres or whatever, but I saw nothing. I looked back around, annoyed again.

"What is it? You never see a girl freak out before?" I asked irritably. Vince started trying to speak.

"Well, Katie, you see, umm…the thing is…you are kind of, sort of…"

"You're glowing, highness." Anton said, sardonically. He seemed to be frightfully amused by the whole thing. Jace just stood and glowered.

"What are you talking about?" I sighed.

"Well, look at yourself, if you don't believe me!" Anton challenged. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my arm, only to find that Anton was indeed right, and I was glowing.

I gaped, unable to grasp the insanity of what I was seeing. I twisted my arm this way and that, and the fact remained that I was glowing. Glowing! It was silvery and bright and radiated from the pores in my skin like a moonbeam.

I was freakin glowing.

"Whatever you did, however you did it, I want you to undo it. Now." I said calmly, staring at Anton and Jace. Vince was still staring at me open mouthed, and as he was the only one who tried to be remotely friendly, I leveled my suspicions on the last two. Even the hawk felt my stare, and it glared back at me and gave a shrill cry.

"Quiet, Falke." Jace said, raising up a hand to calm his pet.

"Oh, we would, highness, absolutely, but you see, the thing is…" Anton began.

"It cannot be undone." Jace said, unsmilingly.

"What do you mean, it can't be undone? I wasn't glowing before this mess, and now I am. Fix it." I demanded.

"It cannot be undone. It is the mark of your rank." Jace insisted.

"My rank?" I scoffed. "My rank as what?"

"Your rank as my queen." Jace said, completely serious.

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