HM: Hello my pointy-eared people!
Melchior: Ciao a tutti.
Gin: Konichiwa.
Rancess: Greetings.
Percy: 'Sup?
Melchior: What are you doing here? This isn't even your story.
Percy: *shrugs* I'm bored.
Melchior: Well I'm sure you can entertain yourself elsewhere. Now begone, half-breed.
Percy: Hey! That wasn't very nice!
Melchior: Obviously your weak mind cannot comprehend that I'm a DARK Fairy. Do you see any happy colors on me you imbecile?
Percy: Yup!
Melchior: *raises eyebrow*
Percy: You're wearing blue!
Melchior: ...
Gin: *watches on while eating popcorn*
Melchior: *facepalms* Sono circondato da idioti.
HM: Anyways... while those two are going at it, hello all, and welcome to the next chapter of Evil's Apprentice. It seems I'm focusing more on this story and my HP/PJO crossover than anything else.
Gin and Rancess: *glare at HM*
HM: *chuckles nervously* Well, this story is actually almost done. Once I'm done with this, I'll be able to focus more on my other two stories. Maybe you'll even get a couple more works in that time. But for now, I give you this! Enjoy y'all!
IV: Deception
The next day brought about its own problems. Maleficent still had not found Aurora, and as such was in a terrible mood. Melchior, deciding to take the safer route, stayed out of her way. For most of they day, he stayed in his room, plotting on how he was going to go about ensuring that Aurora was killed by Maleficent's curse and nothing else. For hours he was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. Bartok, perched on one of the posts of Melchior's bed, watched in amusement.
"What to do, what to do." The sorcerer muttered to himself. Bartok continued to stare as his master suddenly stopped and his eyes widened. "I've got it! Bartok, my Bestiary!" He ordered. The raven turned into his human form and retrieved a thick leather tome from one of the bookcases. Upon handing it to his master, the fairy leafed through the pages until he stopped on one page and a wide grin formed on his face. A cloud of blue smoke swirled around him and once it vanished, his appearance was altered.
He was now a lithe figure with leaf green skin and brown eyes, his hair grew to his shoulders and was now a light green color with various plants woven into it. He was completely naked, save for some leaves and branches covering his modesty. All in all, he looked like a peaceful forest nymph.
"What do you think Bartok?" The transformed sorcerer asked his servant, his voice raising a pitch higher and now possessing a musical lilt to it. "I disguise myself as a forest nymph, win over her, and ready her for the curse! It's foolproof! And if those three idiots ever catch me talking to her, they will never guess that it's me! Hahahaha!" An evil laugh that did not match the fairy's new appearance bubbled out of his mouth.
(Nine Years Later)
A nine year-old Aurora, now named Briar Rose giggled as she ran through the forest, her friend not too far away. Said friend laughed as he looked for his quarry. A smirk came to his face as he spotted her looking from behind a tree and ducked behind it quickly. He danced through the grass and up the trunk of the tree she was hiding behind until he was directly above her. A snicker escaped his mouth as he hooked his knees on a branch and swung down until his face was directly behind her head. The girl giggled as she turned around and screamed in delight as she faced the smirking face of her friend.
"Got you!" He teased as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Let me go! Let me go!" The girl cried as she struggled to get out of his hold.
Eventually he did let go, and fell to ground gently. He flopped down on his back and the girl flopped down next to him. Both of them were breathing heavily with smiles on their faces. The girl yawned and turned on her side facing him. She rested her head on his shoulder and yawned.
"I love you Adam." She said in her childish voice. Being a child, she really didn't know what real love was, but in her limited childish knowledge of it, she viewed Adam as the object of her love.
The Forest Nymph stilled in his breathing and his eyes went wide. Love. He has heard that word many times in his life. He stared at her, her violet eyes staring back at him unblinkingly and her golden hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls. Before he could say anything, a voice called out in the distance. "Rose! It's time for supper!" The voice yelled.
Briar Rose sighed and got up, Adam rising as well. The Forest Nymph smirked and crossed his arms. "Well, looks like it's time for me to make like a tree and 'leaf'." He snickered.
Briar giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head against his stomach. "Bye Adam. I'll see you tomorrow?" The girl asked hopefully, blinking her violet eyes at him.
The Nymph grinned and ruffled her hair, ignoring her pout. "But of course My Lady. I wouldn't miss it for the world." He said with a teasing bow and a smirk. With that, he watched the girl run off into the forest. As soon as he was sure she was gone, the smirk became a wicked grin and his eyes flashed blue. His form was enshrouded by blue smoke and he resumed his true form. He held out his hand and his staff materialized in his hand. He was about to take his leave when he heard a twig snap. His sapphire blue eyes darted around, looking for the source of the sound. Upon finding nothing, Melchior turned around and strode off, his cloak fluttering behind him.
(Seven Years Later)
The arrival of Aurora's sixteenth anniversary was fast approaching and Melchior shut himself in his study. He and Bartok were preparing to reveal the location of the Princess to their Mistress. Said sorcerer was sitting at his desk, blonde brows furrowed in deep thought. Bartok stood behind him, hands clasped behind his back and staring down at his master.
"My Lord?"
Melchior hummed in acknowledgement.
"Maleficent has summoned us to the Throne Room. I can feel her frustration. I believe now would be the proper time to tell her, Master."
The Dark Fairy nodded. "I believe you're right Bartok. We can't keep something like this a secret forever." He rose from his chair. The duo exited his room and Bartok reverted to his raven form, perching on the boy's shoulder. Melchior kept an impassive face as he entered the Throne Room. The ruined room had two levels: a lower arena, and a higher area with two stone staircases leading up on both sides of a wall, a tattered purple runner hanging over the edge. A good chunk of the floor was missing from the lower arena and most of the walls were crumbling.
Melchior made his way through the throng of goblins and ascended the staircase to the upper area, which held Maleficent's throne. He inclined his head to her as he made his way to his own throne. A throne which was made completely out of rosebushes, with a seat made of blue velvet. Black roses bloomed all over the surface of the chair and thorns jutted upwards on the frame. He sat on his throne, Bartok still perched on his shoulder, and glanced at Maleficent.
The Dark Fairy was pacing back and forth in front of her own throne, glaring at the group of goblins that were her search patrol. "It's incredible!" She yelled. "Sixteen years, and not a trace of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air!"
She narrowed her eyes at the lead goblin. "Are you sure you looked everywhere?" She hissed.
He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Everywhere..."
"What about the towns, the forests, the mountains?!" She snapped.
The goblin gulped. "Yeah. We checked mountains, forests, uh, houses, and... let me see, uh, and all the cradles."
She stopped her pacing and her yellow eyes widened. "Cradle?" She asked softly.
The goblin nodded as Melchior winced. "Yeah, yeah. Every cradle."
"Cradle?!" She turned towards her raven Diablo with a smile. "Did you hear that, my pet? All these years they've been looking for a baby..." She held a hand to her chest and began to laugh hysterically. Melchior shook his head as the goblins began to laugh as well.
Maleficent suddenly stopped laughing and gave the goons a death glare. "Fools!" She roared. "Idiots!" She raised her staff which was sparking with violet lightning. "IMBECILES!" She thrust her staff forwards and shot lightning at the search patrol, causing them to scatter and hide in various wings of the castle.
Once she was finished, Maleficent sank into her throne with a sigh. "My pupil, have your efforts been successful?" She asked tiredly.
Melchior smiled softly and conjured a blanket for Maleficent. "Indeed they have, Mistress. For I was able to find her." Maleficent's head shot up and her eyes gleamed with unbridled glee.
"Excellent. Pray tell, how were you able to do so?" She asked.
His smile turned into a smirk. "I placed a tracking spell on her at her Christening." He said nonchalontly.
Maleficent stiffened and her eyes hardened. "Oh?"
Melchior nodded. "Yes, and I watched over her these past years to groom her for your curse. I didn't tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise! A... celebratory gift if you will." He said.
Maleficent's gaze softened slightly. She was silent for a few moments, before a smirk wove its way on her face. "I taught you well, it seems, my pupil. And what is her location now?" She asked.
"A cottage deep in the woods, raised by those three idiots."
Maleficent stroked her chin. "Hmm, no wonder I have not sensed their presence these past years. Excellent work Melchior. Now go, ensure that the curse takes effect." She ordered.
Melchior stood and bowed. "As you wish Mistress. Come Bartok." He turned and strode out of the Throne Room.
Maleficent reclined in her throne and stroked Diablo's feathers. "Well my pet, it seems that for the first time in sixteen years, I shall sleep well tonight."
Meanwhile, in the cottage, the disguised Princess opened the shutters and began to clean them, her melodic voice drifting in the forest. She had blossomed into a very beautiful young woman, her golden hair falling in waves down to her waist. Her violet eyes shined with childlike innocence and her skin was fair and flawless. She was slender and tall, giving her a regal appearance, despite what she was wearing. She wore a gray skirt with a white petticoat, and a black bodice over a light gray blouse with long sleeves. She wore no shoes on her feet, as she chose to walk around barefoot.
On this day, her sixteenth birthday, the good fairies had planned a party. And something extra special... for her surprise.
On the lower level of the cottage, the three fairies hovered over a thick book.
"How about this one?" Merryweather asked, pointing at a picture in the book.
Flora nodded in agreement. "This is the one that I picked."
"Oh she'll look beautiful in that!" Fauna exclaimed.
"Now I thought about a few changes here..." Flora said, pointing to a point in the picture of the book. The book was actually a book of dresses fit for royalty.
"Mmhmm." Fauna said, nodding.
"And don't forget a pretty bow." Merryweather chimed in.
Flora nodded and smiled, tracing her finger over the picture. "And we'll have to raise the shoulder line." She said.
"We'll make it blue." Merryweather said.
Flora shook her head with a snort. "Oh no dear, pink." She said, ignoring the blue fairy's pout.
"But..."
"Of course we'll need a few pleats." Flora said, interrupting the other fairy.
"Yes, but, how are we going to get her out of the house?" Fauna asked.
"Oh, we'll think of something." Flora replied.
Unbeknownst to them, Briar Rose had descended the stairs and had spotted the whispering fairies. "Well," she said.
The fairies jolted and spun around, hiding the book behind them. "And what are you three dears up to?" She asked with a teasing tone and a smirk on her lips.
"Up to?"
"Up to?"
"Up to? Eh, well we, um we uh." Flora began to stutter, trying to find a suitable excuse.
Merryweather looked around and spotted a basket full of ferns. She took out the ferns and handed Briar the basket. "We, want you to pick some berries." She said.
The other two caught on and went along with it. "That's it! Berries!" Flora said, helping the other two push Rose out of the cottage.
Rose had a look of confusion on her face as she was ushered out. "Berries?" She questioned.
"Lots of berries!" Fauna said, handing the girl her shawl.
"But I picked berries yesterday..." The girl said.
"Oh we need more dear." Flora said.
"Lots, lots more." Fauna chuckled nervously.
"Yes!" Merryweather agreed.
They successfully pushed her out of the house and Briar turned back with an amused smile on her face.
"Now don't hurry back dear." Flora smiled at her.
"And don't go too far." Merryweather said, wagging her finger at the girl. "And don't speak to strangers." She added as an afterthought.
Fauna smiled and waved. "Goodbye dear!"
"Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
The girl turned back and waved. "Goodbye!"
As she made her way off, Merryweather narrowed her eyes. "I wonder if she suspects."
Flora shook her head and waved the other fairy off. "Of course not, now come on. Will she be surprised!" She gushed.
Merryweather sighed wistfully. "A real birthday party."
"With a real birthday cake." Fauna said.
"Yes, and a dress a princess can be proud of." Flora said, opening a trunk and pulling out fabrics.
Merryweather made her way upstairs. "Now I'll get the wands."
Flora nodded. "Yes you..." She registered what the other fairy said and stiffened. "The wands?"
"Oh no." Fauna gasped, pausing in her hunt inside the cupboard.
"No magic!" Flora said sternly.
"But the sixteen years are almost over." The blue-themed fairy whined.
"We're not taking any chances." Flora said, leaving no room for argument.
"But, I've never baked a fancy cake." Merryweather protested.
"Oh, you won't have to dear." Flora responded.
"I'm going to bake the cake." Fauna said smiling.
Merryweather gaped at her. "You?" She asked disbelievingly.
Flora laughed and nodded. "She's always wanted to dear, and this is her last chance."
"Well..." Merryweather was still skeptical.
Fauna, meanwhile, was talking to herself on how she was going to make it as she placed all the necessary items on the table. "I'm going to make it fifteen layers with pink and blue, forget-me-nots..." She continued rambling as Flora made her way to the middle of the room.
"And I'm making the dress." She said with her head held high.
Merryweather gaped at Flora this time. "But you can't sow! And she's never cooked!" She said appalled, pointing at Fauna.
"Oh it's simple." Flora chuckled.
"All you do is follow the book." Fauna agreed.
Flora pulled Merryweather onto a short stool. "Up here dear, you can be the dummy." She said.
Merryweather ignored it and stared at the other fairy. "Well, I still say we should use magic." She said. Flora ignored her and tossed a pink sheet of cloth above Merryweather's head, causing her to splutter.
Fauna read the ingredients aloud as she made the cake. "Flour, three cups. Cups, cups, cups, cups, cups, cups, cups, cups..." She began her hunt for the cups and finally found three of three different sizes. "Oh." She grabbed them to poured the flour into a large bowl. "One, two, three." She scooped up the flour and placed three "cups" into the bowl, spilling some in there from the bag as she was retrieving the other cups.
Meanwhile, Flora had cut a wide, circular hole into the sheet and tossed the sheet over Merryweather's head, allowing her to slip in through the hole. The blue fairy watched this with a raised eyebrow. "What's that for?" She asked, confused.
"Well it's got to have a hole in the bottom." Flora laughed matter-of-factly.
"That's for the feet to go through." Fauna agreed.
Flora tossed the ends of the sheet over Merryweather's head and the fairy looked at it in disgust. "It's pink!" She accused.
Flora nodded happily. "Oh, lovely shade, isn't it?" She asked.
Merryweather held a bit of the sheet arm's length in front of her. "But I wanted it blue!" She complained.
Flora tossed the other end of the sheet over Merryweather and completely covered her. "Now dear, we decided that pink was her color." She said.
Merryweather scoffed. "YOU decided!" She said.
Fauna was in her own world as the other two fairies bickered. "Two eggs, fold in gently." She raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Fold?" she shrugged. "Oh, oh well." She grabbed two eggs and simply placed them in the bowl, folding the flour over them and pressing down. The sound of the shells cracking loudly inside the flour echoed through the kitchen.
With Flora and Merryweather, the blue fairy was completely covered by the pink cloth. "I can't breathe!" Her muffled voice gasped. "Mmph gmpph hmmph mmh!" Flora cut open the top and Merryweather took a gasp of fresh air as she looked at the "dress". "It looks awful." She said.
"That's because it's on you dear." Flora shot back with a small smile.
Fauna looked at the book again. "Now yeast. One tsp." She tilted her head as she tried to figure it out. "Tsp?"
"One teaspoon!" Merryweather called.
"Oh, one teaspoon, of course!" Fauna laughed to herself as she retrieved it. She hummed to herself as she continued to put ingredients inside the bowl.
Flora measured the dress. "Oh gracious, how that child has grown." Flora muttered in amazement.
Merryweather nodded and sighed sadly. "Oh it seems only yesterday we brought her here..." She said.
Fauna stared into space as she reminisced. She had some of the dough cradled in her arms like a baby. "Just a tiny baby..." She agreed.
Merryweather sniffled and used one of the sleeves for the dress to wipe away a tear.
"Why Merryweather." Flora said softly, noticing her friend's tears.
"Whatever is the matter dear?" Fauna asked concernedly, brushing a lock of hair back into place.
"After today she'll be a princess," Merryweather said, "and we won't have any Briar Rose." She lamented.
Fauna gasped as the gravity of the situation hit her like one of Maleficent's curses. "Oh Flora!" She exclaimed as tears sprang to her eyes as well.
Flora tried to hide her emotions but wiped a tear from her eye nonetheless. "Now now, we all knew this day had to come." She said, though her voice was tight.
"But why did it have to come so soon?" Fauna questioned, sadness on her face as she stirred the contents of the bowl.
Flora was silent for a moment as she continued working. "After all, we've had sixteen years." She said.
Merryweather nodded fondly. "Sixteen wonderful years." She agreed.
The three fairies stood silently for a moment. Flora then cleared her throat and wiped her eyes. "Good gracious! We're acting like a lot of ninnies! Come on, she'll be back before we get started." She snapped. She ushered Fauna back to the kitchen and turned her full attention back to the dress.
Meanwhile, Briar Rose walked through the forest, surrounded by woodland creatures. Her melodic voice drifted through the trees of the forest. She then began to sing.
'I wonder
I wonder
I wonder why each little bird has someone
To sing to,
Sweet things to
A gay little lark melody?
I wonder
I wonder
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song go winging
To someone,
Who'll find me
And bring back a love song to
Me?'
As she sang, she rested her arms on the branch of a tree and stared off into the distance at the grand castle standing tall and proud. She sighed and turned away. "Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child?" She asked herself, and the animals.
"Who?" An owl hooted.
"Aunt Flora, and Fauna, and Merryweather." She sat at the roots of a tree that stood over a small pond. "They never want me to meet anyone." She lamented.
She giggled and looked at the animals with a small smile. "But you know something? I fooled 'em. I have met someone!"
The animals chittered excitedly as she giggled and rose from her seat. "Oh, a, Prince." She teased as she walked further into the forest. "Well, he's tall, and handsome, and... and so romantic." She sighed wistfully. The excited animals gathered around her, eager to hear more.
"Oh, we walk together, and, talk together. And just before we say goodbye..." The animals' eyes brightened as she pressed her back against a tree. "He takes me in his arms..." A pair of brown eyes drew closer to the girl. "And then..." The animals grew even more excited. "I wake up." She sighed with a small frown.
A pair of arms encircled her waist and pulled her against a solid surface. "So I'm a prince huh?" A teasing voice said.
The girl whirled around in surprise and smiled at the figure before her. "Adam!" She cried.
The Forest Nymph sent her a teasing smirk. "I mean, I'm not very princely, but, whatever floats your boat." He said.
Briar rolled her eyes and smacked his chest playfully. "I wasn't talking about you, you know." She sighed as she sat back down at the roots of a tree. "The man I'm talking about is in my dreams." She said.
"But they say if you dream something more than once, it's sure to come true!" She said this to both Adam and the animals. "And I've seen him so many times!" She then began to hum once more, lost in her own world.
Adam floated up to a branch and looked to the side. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a red cape and red hat drying on a tree. He looked from the clothes to the girl, and a mischievous smile spread across his face. He then vanished in a swirl of leaves.
The Nymph peered from the branches of a tree and spotted the person who owned the clothes. He was a young man with brown hair and eyes and a semi-athletic build. Adam tilted his head, he didn't know why, but he had the strange feeling he had seen the person before. Obviously he was a Prince, but those were a dime a dozen. He shrugged and silently descended the tree.
"You know Samson," The Prince said. "There was something strange about that voice. Too beautiful to be real." He said as he took off his boots and placed them next to him. Adam silently snagged them as he continued. "Maybe it was a mysterious being, a Wood Sprite or..." He trailed off.
Adam smirked, he really couldn't help himself. He lounged in the air and crossed his arms. "Or a Forest Nymph?" He said with a smirk.
The Prince nodded. "Yeah or a..." He turned his head to the side so fast Adam thought he had gotten whiplash. "Forest Nymph?!"
Said Nymph gave him a two-fingered salute and flew off, laughing merrily all the while.
"Hey! Stop!"
"Like Hell!"
As he few back, Adam tied the cape around his neck and placed the hat on his head. He put the boots on and landed on the ground. He looked down at himself and nodded with a smirk.
He walked to where Briar Rose was still sitting, her eyes closed and stroking the fur of a chipmunk. The animals spotted the Forest Nymph approaching and ducked behind a log. She turned and gasped in surprise as she saw the Nymph. She then smiled and giggled softly.
"Why, it's my dream prince!" She rose and bowed at the Nymph. "Your Highness." She said. She grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her. "You know I'm really not supposed to talk to strangers... but we've met before." She then grabbed his hands and began to dance with him.
'I know you,
I walked with you
Once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam'
The Prince and his horse peeked from behind a tree at the dancing pair. The young man was entranced by the girl's beauty, emphasized in the fact that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
'Yet I know it's true
That visions are seldom all they seem,
But if I know you
I know what you'll do,
You'll love me at once
The way you did once
Upon a dream'
She started humming and twirling as the Prince snuck up behind the Nymph. He grabbed the back of the cape and pulled the Nymph towards him. He then suspended the Nymph on a branch and stepped towards Briar.
'But if I know you,
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once'
When she spun back into her friend's arms, she was not expecting the voice who continued singing with her.
'The way you did once
Upon a dream.'
She turned and saw a pouting Adam with his arms crossed suspended on a branch of a tree. He noticed her and gave her a shrug. She turned and saw the Prince, her violet eyes widening. "Oh!"
She halfheartedly tried to run off, but the Prince tightened his grip on her wrist. "Oh, I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." He said sincerely and soothingly.
Rose looked down at her feet, face flushing a brilliant scarlet. "Oh it wasn't that. It's just that... that you're a... a..." She stammered.
"A stranger?" He asked softly with a hand on hers.
She meekly nodded. "Mm-hmm."
He sent her a smile and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. "But don't you remember? We've met before." He said with a grin.
"We-we have?" She asked, backing away a bit.
"Of course! You said so yourself: once upon a dream." He said. He then began to sing the song that she was just singing.
'I know you
I walked with you
Once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes
Is so familiar a gleam'
He pulled her closer and began to dance with her, all the while the two of them sang the song.
'And I know it's true
That visions are seldom what they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do,
You'll love me at once,
The way you did once
Upon a dream'
They ceased their dance and slowly walked over to the same tree Briar had rested on earlier, brown eyes staring into violet orbs. He wrapped his arm around her as she rested her head on his shoulder. All the while, Adam looked on, trying to free himself from the Prince's cape.
The two youngsters were silent for a few moments, until the Prince spoke up. "Who are you? What's your name?"
Rose lifted her head. "Hmm?" She asked, still in a dreamy haze. "Oh, my name. Why it's..."
Adam ceased in his struggling and looked on intently.
Her eyes suddenly widened. "It's... Oh no... no- I can't! I..." She began to back away until she turned and ran. "Goodbye!"
The Prince chased after her and Adam made more of an effort to get free. "But, when will I see you again?" He asked desperately.
She paused and lowered her face. "Oh never... Never!"
He pursued her more vigorously. "Never?"
She paused in her flight and looked back. Upon seeing his heartbroken face, she reconsidered. Never before had she met someone who made her feel so alive, other than Adam. Actually, besides the Forest Nymph and her aunts, she had no one. "Well, maybe someday." She said.
"When, tomorrow?" He asked, hope leaking into his voice.
"Oh no! This evening!" She replied.
"Where?"
"At the cottage, in the glen."
With that, she disappeared from sight. The prince sat down next to a tree and leant against it. He sighed and stared into the sky. Adam, meanwhile, finally loosened the red garment of death and fell to the ground with an 'Oomph!'
The Prince snapped his attention to the Nymph and was met with two brown eyes staring at him critically. They stayed like that for a few moments until the Nymph smirked. "Briar Rose." He said.
The Prince raised an eyebrow. "The girl's name. It's Briar Rose." The Nymph clarified. "And I'm Adam, her guardian."
The Prince inclined his head. "I'm Phillip." He stared in the direction the girl, Briar Rose, had gone, missing Adam's eyes flash in recognition.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Adam asked slyly.
Phillip nodded dreamily. Adam smirked. "You know, as an outside observer, I think I can honestly say that I think she likes you as well, if the way she acted was any indication." He said nonchalantly.
Phillip whipped his head to the now floating Nymph. "Really?" He asked.
Adam nodded, smirk still in place. "Yep. Daylight's burnin' kid. Better go freshen up yourself if you wanna look presentable for your rendezvous." He said, taking pleasure in the way the Prince scrambled to his feet and retrieved his things.
"Don't say I never did anything for you!" Adam called. Phillip turned and waved before heading off.
As the Prince rode off, the Nymph's smirk became more wicked. He turned in the direction of the cottage and flew towards it. In the shadow of the treeline, his eyes flashed a brilliant sapphire for a moment.
HM: So things are heating up now! How will Maleficent react when she hears about this little twist? It seems like Melchior's disguise is slipping a bit. Also- Sweet Nayru what happened to you?!
Percy: *groans as his blackened body smokes* M...Me...Melchior.
Melchior: *gives innocent look* Moi? Que voulez-vous dire?
Gin: You mean the fact that he roasted the boy with magic lightning?
Rancess: *nods* I never knew a male human's vocal chords could reach a tone that high.
HM: *gives Melchior a dark look*
Melchior: *smiles innocently*
Percy: *groans in pain*
HM: Just... Just go. Go home. Anyways, tell me what you guys think about this chapter. Review, PM, or send me a message in a bottle, tell me! Just no flames please.
Melchior: *chuckles darkly* Yes... the flames you ignite will be the flames that burn you to ashes on your pyres. That is, if I don't rip your heart out first.
HM: *backs away slowly* Alllllllrrrrriiiiiggggghhhhhty then... anyways, see you guys next time. Ja ne! *runs out of room with Percy over shoulder*
Melchior: *blinks* Was it something I said?