A/N: Wow. Well then. Chapter 4. *low whistle* Well, it's three chapters more than I intended... Thanks to everyone who reviewed or followed this story!
Disclaimer: One can only dream...
"How old are you, Wendy?" Mavis asked the blue haired girl who was currently about to fall asleep in the tub. Wendy hummed and opened her eyes.
"Twelve, I think."
"You think?"
"Well, Grandma Porly found me when I was little. She wasn't sure how old I was, but I should be around twelve by now." Wendy closed her eyes again. The leg with the splint was hanging over the edge of the tub, she was trying not to get it wet.
"Well, I think it's about time we got you out of this bath before you turn into a prune!" Mavis helped the girl up and wrapped her in a towel.
"Where am I going to stay?" Wendy asked her.
"In this room. Lord above only knows how many rooms are in this castle!" Mavis called for the lady's maid that had been waiting outside the bathroom. She was cute girl, pink hair in pony tails, a lady's maid outfit on. She couldn't have been much older than Wendy herself.
"Can you help Miss Wendy please? I'm going to run down to the kitchens to see if I can snag you something to eat, alright Wendy?" Mavis went to the door and Wendy nodded. The maid gave a curt nod and said; "Yes ma'am."
"What's your name?" Wendy asked after a few minutes of silence. The girl had dressed Wendy in silence, looking at her in surprise when she asked for her name.
"Chelia, Miss." Chelia began to set the bed, fluffing pillows and pulling back the sheets.
"C-could you please just call me Wendy… I'm no lady."
"Certainly, Miss Wendy."
"Please, just Wendy. I'm just a guest here… Not even. I live on the outskirts of town, I'm a healer. Nothing important…" Wendy mumbled. Chelia paused, until she smiled, slightly, almost unnoticeable.
"Well, Just Wendy! I think that healers are really important. I admire their work!" Chelia smiled and even ventured for a laugh. Some of the tension broke as Wendy laughed with her.
"Wendy! I brought you some food." Mavis stepped through the door, and Chelia immediately dropped her smile, straightened her posture, bowed to the Queen, and left the room.
"Chelia!" The lady's maid stopped and turned at the sound of her Queen's voice. Queen Mavis walked up to her briskly.
"Can you check up on Miss Wendy in a few hours or so? Maybe bring a glass of water?" She asked.
"Of course, my Queen." Chelia bowed.
"Thank you Chelia." Mavis nodded at her lady's maid.
She walked down to the Grand Hall. She had a feeling Laxus would be somewhere near there. Alas, she was right. He was studying the peace documents signed only a few hours before.
"Work is going to be the death of you." Mavis stepped into the room, Laxus looked up and smiled slightly.
"What did you find out about Wendy?" He asked.
"She's around twelve years old, this 'Porlyusica' found her when she was a child and took her in. That's it really." Mavis sighed and pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ears. She took a step closer to the table, and saw that Laxus was not studying the peace treaty, but rather something else. Laxus stepped in front of her before she could look any further.
"We should probably get some rest. Although the villagers will be up all night, celebrating." He ushered her out the door and led her to her room, afterwards bowing slightly and wishing her a good nights rest.
"You as well, King Dreyar." He paused.
"If I am to call you Mavis, I insist you call me Laxus. Please." Mavis smiled and he walked away.
"Goodnight, Laxus."
"Goodnight, Laxus." Laxus heard her whisper, but he decided to ignore and just walk away.
Laxus had a small skip in his step as he walked to his chambers. The day was interesting, no doubt. He could hear the music playing in the village. Laxus stopped by a window. He could see a large bon fire burning in the middle of the town. People dancing and singing around it. Laxus was relieved that he made the right decision. If he had not signed that treaty… War would have kept raging on, countless lives lost, the lives of his people. And the lives of those who did not fight under his name. He wasn't completely heartless, he did care about them too.
Laxus was broken from his reverie when he heard his name being called frantically. A pink-haired maid was running toward him.
"King Dreyar! King Dreyar, thank goodness!" The girl paused and took a deep breath. "It's Wendy, I-I don't know what's wrong!"
And Laxus ran.
"Oh no…" Porlyusica's eyes went wide. She had completely forgotten! Wendy didn't take her nightly potion. "Oh no, no, no!" She paced even more frantically, her thoughts plagued by the horrors her Wendy might suffer from.
Laxus couldn't find out. He couldn't. She had to fix this. But there was nothing she could do now. It was all in the hands of fate now.
Porlyusica just hoped they wouldn't take Wendy away from her.
Laxus ran, the maid surprisingly kept up with his pace, since his stride was much longer than hers. He sped up his pace once he heard screaming.
He burst through the doors he knew led to the room Wendy was staying in. The girl was thrashing and yelling in her bed, limbs flying all over the place.
"What happened?" He yelled at the pink-haired girl. She flinched, but looked more concerned for Wendy.
"I don't know, I came in to bring her water, and I found her flailing around and yelling about her parents!"
Laxus rushed over to the bedside, trying to subdue the girl from hurting herself, careful not to hurt her leg.
"Get Queen Mavis, and the doctor!" The maid nodded and ran out the door. "Wendy! Wendy, wake up! Wake UP!" He shook her shoulders and yelled her name. Wendy's eyes snapped open, she gasped for air and took hiccup breaths, crying.
"It's ok, Wendy, it's ok. It was a dream, it was all a dream." Laxus gathered the girl into his arms as gently as he was able, letting her cry freely on his shoulder.
"Laxus, what happened?" Mavis rushed into the room, in her night gown, her long parchment hair flowing behind her. The pink-haired maid quickly followed, the doctor right behind.
Mavis walked behind Laxus, he let Wendy go and Mavis hugged her tightly.
"What happened?" She asked, rocking back and forth, trying to sooth the girl. The maid stepped forward.
"I came in to bring glass of water, like you directed, and I found her screaming and struggling in her bed. I ran to get help, and I found King Dreyar." She bowed and stepped back.
"Thank you Chelia. You may leave." Mavis smiled weakly at her lady's maid. Chelia nodded and left, but not before pausing at the door and looking at the blue haired girl with concern.
"Can you check her leg, please?" Laxus asked the doctor. He was already making his way to Wendy. He checked her splint, and nodded his head.
"Her leg is fine. But I don't suggest she walks anywhere for awhile, and keep it elevated. I'll get her something to help her sleep." He left the room.
"Shh, Wendy it's ok, it's ok. You're safe, you're safe…"
Porlyusica didn't sleep a wink all that night. Her light pink hair was tousled from pulling at it, her clothes wrinkled from trying to sleep, but just tossing and turning for what seemed like forever. She assumed Laxus knew by now, there was no way he'd go all night without checking on her.
It was only a matter of time.
Porlyusica knew her time was up when she heard fists pounding at her door. Porlyusica rarely showed emotion, but she wept as she was being dragged away by royal guards.
A/N: I'M EVIL MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Don't hate me please! Review, as always!
~Marshy
