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Chapter four

Emily -

Oh. My. Freaking. God.

I've NEVER seen a person this drunk. NEVER.

But MAN, could this guy get pounded.

Round after round, he just gulped them down, and finally after about the fifth, his cheeks started to

redden softly, a faint pinkish red blush spreading across his pale cheeks, and the bridge of his nose.

But now, about eight more later, he was practically DEAD.

Rubbing his hand across the not-so-shiny counter top, and muttering incoherent words, the guys hair was a mess,

and at random times when people would come up to either order a drink or ask if he was alright, he'd jump up

and start shouting at them.

Thank god it was closing time, so I could kick the drunk bastard out of here.

Giving him the eye, I slid off my smock, and suddenly got a BRILLIANT idea.

Feeling my signature evil smile form, a picked up the water nozzle, and aimed.

"Francis...leave bloody ahrwpjhn5hp..."

"AHHHHHH!" Was the next beautiful sound that filled my ears, the blonde- no Arthur Kirkland, or the Great Fairy King- As he had told me

to call him after about round six, jumped up, soaked with water.

"What was that bloody freaking for!"

That earned him another squirt.

"Tsk tsk, such bad words from the Great Fairy King."

Blushing, he stomped away, pushing open the door and storming out.

Letting out a bark of laugh, I put the nozzle away, and started cleaning.

As I was just finished locking up, I stumbled across something that made me stop dead in my tracks.

"The hell..?"

On Arthur's stool was a small black leather bag, filled with strange trinkets and weird smelling spices and herbs - or at least I HOPED

They were herbs.

Sighing, I put on my shoes, realizing I was gonna have to return the guys drugs to him.

Stepping out the door, I flipped the closed sign, and sticking the key in my denim pocket,

I started towards the direction I had last seen the guy go.

So, If this guy turned out to be like the REAL Arthur Kirkland, he wouldn't like, curse me, right?

I hope not. I finally got my math grade up from an F to a D-. I seriously don't want all that hard work to go down the

drain just because of some dip shits curse.

Math is by far my worse subject - as you can tell by my grades...

Even though I most likely will end up working at Golden Glory, I still want a chance at my dream!

Max calls it stupid. He says that I should go into cooking - just because I can cook a mean hamburger, doesn't mean I can cook all that other shit.

And plus, who would WANT to sit there, and cook all day! God, that must get boring!

Of course, MY dream isn't boring at all. Not like all the shit Max and everyone else suggests I look into, no, my dream, is to be a Historian.

Shocking, I know. But in all honesty, History amazes me in so many ways. I mean, come on, just look at the American Revolution!

So many lives lost, all for our freedom. Who WOULDN'T want to be able to sit there, and just read up on it, research it, and all that good stuff?

I love books, the smell, the feel, the sound of a page turning~

It's like my own little world, where only I exist, and no one can disturb me.

My teacher tells me that's not what a Historian is, but whatever. I'll call it whatever the hell I want, after all it is MY freaking dream damn-it!

"a cra ba cra.." Weird chanting started filling the dank musty air around me.

Looking up, I realized I had walked all the way to the old docks, about two and a half miles away from Golden Glory.

"a cra ba cra.." Again, with the funky words. Were the hell are they coming from!

Spinning around, I felt like someone was watching me. Looking down the alleys, threw the windows, I unsuccessfully did not find the source of

the strange words.

Blinking, I saw a strange light start to form about one block ahead. Taking in a deep breath of the dank salty sea air, I walked slowly foreword,

watching the strange light start to get bright and brighter as more chanting could be heard.

Weird, that sounded like Arthur's voice...

What was he doing, starting a fire and chanting to homeless people?

I've seen worse. Stopping to peer into the alleyway, I was greeted with a black cloaked man, a weird glowing circle filled with strange candles and wax figurines.

Gasping, I looked into the Lil' black leather bag, and pulled out a matching watch figurine. Grinning at the thought of him woefully thanking me

for returning his precious toys, I walked over, and tapped on his shoulder.

"Is this you-"

Instead of praise, I was greeted with shocked green eyes. "GET OUT OF HERE!" He practically screamed, just as the weird circle thingy started to glow brighter.

"But I came to return this to yo-" Once again, cut off.

"I DON'T CARE! GET OUT BEFORE YOUR SUCKED IN!" He pushed against me,causing me to step back and drop the leather bag.

"OWOWOWO! STOP!" I pushed HIM off me, feeling something grabbing onto my leg, and with each push he gave me, grow tighter and tighter.

Gasping, Arthur looked down, and saw that a white glowing mist thingy was wrapping around me, and now him.

"Oh fuck..."

That was the last thing I heard before the screaming started, well, my screaming, and Arthur cursing fairies or some shit like that.

As the white mist enveloped

us, I looked at him.

"The fairies will be pissed when they hear what their Great Fairy King as been calling them."

Then I was covered in a world of white.

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