Chapter 2
Well, the Christmas Spirit *is writing some of this on Christmas* has put me in a good mood, and so have some other people (cough) HimochiIsAwesome (cough) My Family (cough). :D
So therefore, I am writing this chapter because it is blocking the creative flow because I have been having ideas for this story for SO LONG!
So, I am think about putting parts of these chapters in POV's, such as this one, which will be in Arthur's POV at a certain point. (cough) WHEN IT SAYS ARTHUR'S POV (cough)
I'm not sick anymore! :D My head is feeling much better, and it all has just put me in a fantastic mood! Here is your Arthur-filled chapter! And also, I am giving up my free time to write this instead of playing The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword (or in other words, the only Zelda game I HAVEN'T beaten!).
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Arthur was the first to enter the house he once called a home. Following him, Alfred drew his sword from its sheathe, ready for battle. The light from the chandelier made the blue and green jewels of Arthur's and Alfred's weapons shine. The veins (feathers) on Francis' arrows gleamed, but not as brightly as the other two's weapons.
They proceeded with caution; Arthur looking around protectively and Francis was ready to shoot anything that came near Arthur. Gently, some debris fell onto Francis' head from the roof. Thinking it was a Black Dream, he aimed his crossbow at the roof. He looked around, and saw nothing but a bird sitting in the hole in the ceiling.
(Arthur's POV)
"Why the bloody hell is there a hole in the roof?" I could feel the fear running through me as I saw the huge hole in the roof. I wasn't just scared though; I was furious. The hole was huge; approximately six and a half meters by four meters large, and it looked as though it wasn't destroyed long ago. The amount of sunlight the damned thing let in lit up the entire entry hall. "If my parents make me fix that…"
"Forget the hole; we have to focus on rescuing your family, mon chéri." Francis laid his hand on my shoulder, probably trying to calm me down, but it only made me watch to hit him. I shook his hand off, making it clear that I didn't want to be touched; much less by him.
"What the hack could've made a hole like that? It must've been HUGE!" Alfred was walking around, probably trying to get a better look at the hole. It was very high up, and it was hard to see any details.
"Just hope we don't run into whatever made that hole right now. I don't think we would be strong enough to slay it," Francis' statement barely registered in my mind; I was too focused on the door in front of me. It was odd… "Arthur?" I don't remember there being a lock there… "Alfred," Is that even a lock…? "What is wrong with you two?"
"They are locked." The Frog needed to learn when to shut up and wait, "The doors each have locks on them, and we don't have… keys." I looked to the door Alfred had been staring at; there was no lock.
"I don't see a single lock on those doors! Now what is going on here?"
"Arthur," I turned to Alfred, his voice concerned, "there is no lock on your door."
"Yes there is! It's right there!" I was getting very annoyed. Why couldn't he see it? "All I know is that there is no lock on your door!" I walked over to his door, and he walked over to mine. Being a bit irritated, I tried to pull open the door and succeeded, making sure to brag about how I was right. "I told you it was open, you moron." I stepped through the doors, expecting them to follow me. It wasn't five steps later that the doors closed, and I was encased in darkness, unable to open the doors, "Guys! This isn't funny!" There was no response, "If the beast is in here I am going to kill both of you bloody bastards!"
I looked around the room only to discover it was very dark, only being lit by one candle.
Considering this is my house, I should know what room I am in. If only I had a brighter light…
I pulled out my spell book, flipping to the fire section. I mean, it was the BIGGEST section in the 'Element' part, so there just had to be a fire enlargement spell…
The book was separated in a few ways; First, the 'Elements' section. It was divided into four more sub-sections. I find this to be quite helpful, actually. The four elements that are listed there are water, wind, fire, and earth. Fire is the largest section, due to the fact that it has a lot of attack spells. Water is the second largest, followed by earth, then wind.
After flipping past the attack spells and the defense spells, I found control spells. This was also really helpful. I'm glad whoever made this book was so organized…
Hm… that's odd… there are only initials on it… F.M.B…
Unlike most people, I read everything about the spell before trying it out. Apparently, the fire needs to take a form for it to get bigger, and I was allowed to pick its form. It didn't take me long to pick. I wanted a large fire, but I didn't want to make it into a carnivorous animal, so I picked a horse. Reading the text aloud, I filled in the blanks with what type of animal I wanted.
"I call upon the flames from hell; Rise up! Take the form of a noble steed! Light the paths I cannot see!" The fire began to move, first forming a sphere, and then into my desired animal. For some reason though, a horn was placed atop the horse's head. "Are you a horse?"
"Do you have any corn?" The question came from nowhere!
"Why would I carry around corn?"
"This is your house, isn't it? Fetch me corn! It's the only thing I will eat!"
"I can't get you corn right now! We aren't in the…" I held my tongue, seeing as how we WERE in the kitchen, "I'll get you some corn, but you can't have it all! My family needs it!"
"What do you think I am; a horse? I'm not a glutton, I'll have you know."
"I don't know WHAT you are, first of all, and second, you are being extremely rude to someone who is giving you THEIR food." I grabbed about four ears of corn, and too them over to the being.
"What else would I be but a unicorn!" I thought it began speaking another language...
"What is-"
"STOP! Stop right there! I can sense that you have no idea what a unicorn is because you have a tiny mind." If this unicorn wasn't made of fire, I would burn it to the ground. "A unicorn is a one horned beast that looks like a horse. I actually named my species, which is why our name contains the word 'corn'."
"Ah, I see." I wasn't sure why, but the unicorn reminded me of Alfred; loud, stupid, and obnoxious Alfred… "Well, seeing as how I have the corn, you shall follow me throughout the house as long as I need you, understood?"
It took a bite out of the first ear and, with its mouth full, said, "Whatever, Blondie." Okay, it has been confirmed, it IS Alfred in unicorn form.
I noticed as we walked how the light that came from its horn was much stronger than that of the light emanating from the rest of its body. I figured that would come in handy when, and if, there was something I needed to read.
We need to get out of here soon; I'm getting a weird feeling about these rooms. It isn't the way I remembered the house. It's almost as if the house is… moving; rearranging its rooms.
After the last ear of corn was gone, the unicorn and I happened upon a door that was very large, seeming to be about three meters (nine feet) high. It actually wasn't one door, but double doors, that led to a pointed top, with a green crystal that lit up as we got closer. It matched the gem on my staff exactly.
Wait, this isn't my staff! It's back to a wand! How did this happen?
"Arthur, look to the doors, they are locked." I ran up to the doors, clutching the wand. The lock that was on there was a long, rectangular one, that seemed to have a slit in it, as though something were to be placed there. Looking at my wand, I decided that I might as well try it, if it meant getting out of the darkness.
I placed my wand in the lock, and it suddenly all disappeared; wand and lock. "My wand!" I opened the doors, as though I thought the wand might be on the other side.
I stepped into the bright room. The light that lit the room came from an unknown source, and I let the unicorn return to its home. The room was a great deal bigger than I had expected, and appeared to be made of some sort of reflective rock. Looking into the rock, I saw the pale look I had plastered to my face.
There is no use in standing here…
Because the layout of the room was so open, I walked straight to the center of the room and just began to look around. Suddenly, I saw my wand suspended in mid-air, moving about.
"How the bloody hell did it get up there?" I don't know why I am even bothering to talk out loud… no one could hear me. "I still have my spell book at least… I'll have to summon a bird to fetch it for me." I flipped the book open, only to find that the pages were somehow blank! Panicking, I called out to Flying Mint Bunny for an explanation.
(Meanwhile, back by Alfred and Francis…)
Francis was frantically pounding on the door, pushing a pulling, and desperately trying to get to Arthur. "Arthur!" He kept yelling his name, but to no avail.
"Dude, the door isn't gonna open."
"Can't you cut the door with your sword?" He pointed to the dull-looking jewel on the end of the sword, which was odd considering how brightly it had shined when Arthur was around.
"Don't you think I've tried that?" He pulled out the sword, walked over to the door, and swung at it. The sword simply bounced off of the door, not even leaving a scratch, "I have no idea what the heck this thing could be made of to not take any damage from this beauty!" Francis leaned against the wall next to the door, and sunk down to the floor, sulking, "Why are you so upset anyway? I'm sure Artie is fine! He is the most powerful out of all of us, and has both his staff, AND his spell book with him. Just the other day, I saw him use this really wicked lightning spell!"
Francis looked down at the ground, and ushered a sad smile, "I really don't know why… A part of me hurts to think that he is in danger. Mon esprit, non, mon coeur fait mal ... just to think he may be hurt." He looked to the hole in the ceiling. Alfred slowly waltzed over, putting the sword away. He crouched down next to Francis, and patted his shoulder.
Alfred looked to the ceiling as well, "He is kinda cute, isn't he?"
"What?"
"Arthur? The guy you love?"
L-Love? I love him? No… I just met him a mere 48 hours ago! That is nonsense…
After a moment of silence, Francis spoke his heart, "Arthur, my love, I'm waiting for you."
(Back to Arthur, 3rd Person POV)
"What do you mean 'possessor of the staff'? I am the owner!" Arthur was furious. Flying Mint Bunny had just informed Arthur about his current situation. Arthur was very unhappy to hear that unless he was in possession of the staff, which meant it was on his person, he couldn't read the spell book. This was to keep anyone else from using the powerful spells that were written inside.
"You may be the owner, but you aren't holding the staff or, in this case, the wand."
"Well can't you fetch it for me? I mean, it is right above us, after all!" Arthur couldn't possibly reach it with how high it was.
"Nope, sorry!" With that, she was out of the entire house, leaving Arthur alone once more.
"If she can't get it because of some stupid prophecy…" He walked around the room again, seeing as how he had nothing to do, and began to see if there was anything tall enough that he could stand on to reach it. After a while of walking throughout the room, which was lined with bookshelves filled with books and figurines of Dragons and many other mystical beings, he finally began to give up. "The others will be here eventually; I hope."
He looked down at the ground, but not before seeing something black out of the corner of his eye. He turned, and saw nothing. Being that he was defenseless, he didn't move towards the monster, but walked in a circle to see if it was hiding behind one of the six great pillars that was in the room, all of which were the same height and perfectly symmetrical.
He saw nothing, and figured he was just panicking. He would've turned around and went back the other way, but something stopped him; a sight that thrilled him to the point of screaming in a shrill voice: "Peter!" He ran over to his nephew, who was only seven years of age. He was short, had dirty blonde hair, and his eyebrows were beginning to take the shape of Arthur's. "Where are we? Where are mum and dad?" he bent down to speak to the boy at eye level, but he didn't respond. Peter's hair covered his blue eyes, which Arthur couldn't see. "Let's move this hair out of the way so you can see me properly.
He was thrown into the wall, struck by his own nephew's hand, "They've made me blind! I… I can't control myself!" Peter's body was being twisted in ways Arthur never knew possible; His right arm bending backwards, his left arm wrapping around his body, as though he were fighting a demon. Arthur watched in horror as he saw the only family member that ever showed any love towards Arthur was being slowly broken apart internally. Eventually, not being able to take it any longer, Peter dropped to the ground, as lifelessly as a ragdoll. "Arthur…" Suddenly, his body was taken up into the air, his arms and legs hanging loose and limp, "You… must… RUN!" Peter's eyes were no longer the familiar bright blue color, but now a dark and evil blood-red color. His arms and legs were black, and were in the form of claws instead of fingers and toes.
Arthur didn't hesitate to follow Peter's orders. He scrambled to his feet, clutching the blank spell book close to him. He hid behind the nearest pillar, in hopes that this would all be a dream. He felt like crying, shaking uncontrollably, and just completely losing it; but he had to keep a stiff upper lip, or he would die. Slowly, he stood up, and looked around the pole.
"Damnit, with him watching me like that, there is no way I can ever reach my wand… Where the hell is that idiot Francis when I need him?'
"Is he really an idiot to you?" Arthur jumped at the sound of Alfred's voice.
"How the hell did you get here? And where is Francis?" He looked around, really hoping to see the blonde Frenchman.
Why do I want to see him so much?
"Well…"
*FLASHBACK*
"We really should try to open the other door. The door Arthur was looking at doesn't look like it has a lock on it, mon ami." Francis walked towards the door, Alfred close behind. If one of them went in, the other was to follow, so they wouldn't end up like Arthur. "Ready?" Alfred nodded, and Francis pushed the door open, making sure Alfred got through as well.
The room they found themselves in was actually two rooms, splitting two separate ways, eventually to two separate doors, one rectangular, the other rounded at the top; each sporting their own colored jewel atop their frame. The rounded door to the left had a purple jewel above it, that matched the color of Francis' arrows exactly. The other door had a blue jewel above it, obviously matching Alfred's jewel on his sword.
"Well might as well take our designated doors. Maybe we have like, a lesson to learn and by going through these doors, we can learn the lesson!" Alfred sounded very triumphant as he spoke, and Francis agreed with him. They went their separate ways, but not before wishing each other the best of luck.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"The room that I went into was really bright, and made me practically go blind! It was so hard to see, and I had no way of covering my eyes and making it through the room, but I somehow managed to get through without dying! Haha!" He laughed loudly and obnoxiously, "When my eyes finally adjusted to the light of the room, I saw that it was a room full of lights and fires! After I realized there were some fires, I began to get reeeeeaaaallly hot. So I figured the faster I got out of that room, the cooler I would be, but before I could get out, there was suddenly this big fox thing that appeared in front of me, and it was MADE OF FIRE! I mean, how do I fight something like that right? So I took out my sword, and began to swing at it, wishing I had a bucket of water or something, and what do you know? My sword gets COATED in water! Then, after I slashed the hell outta that thing, I think of fire, and it lights up like a match! I mean, HOW COOL IS THAT?"
"Yes, yes. That is all very nice, but right now we are in a life or death situation, and I DON'T HAVE MY WAND!"
"You mean your staff?"
"NO YOU TWIT I MEAN MY WAND! The staff converted back into a wand and now I can't reach it due to my nephew over there," He pointed to his nephew, with the wand being right behind the boy, "And I can't read my spell book without my wand!"
"Sweet! I get to fight him! I can test out my fire sword now!" With that, he pulled out his sword, pointed it at Peter, and it became engulfed in blue flames, "If I think of water and point it to the ground, it get soaked, and if I point it to the sky, it gets all electrified!"
With that, Alfred charged at the young boy, who was now at a level that Alfred could swing his sword at him. Peter easily dodged, with a demented smile on his face. He twilred around and everything. Much like a little kid would do. He was engulfed in a dark, dark purple aura, that of which was slowly turning black.
Like a Black Dream….
"Alfred!"
"I know he is your nephew and all but-"
"Just kill the boy already!"
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WHEW! Finally done this chapter. Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I had to write a chapter for my other story and then Christmas came and all that jazz. x.x
SORRY if some of you guys weren't expecting the language used in this story! And I promise that I will up load another chapter within the next two weeks! The next chapter will be Francis' POV, because he eventually has a role in (what I am going to call) The Grand Room.
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If you read my other story, Tables Turned: Parenting, then there will (eventually) be a folder for that as well!
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