Hey Guys! Wow, thanks! I have more than 1000 views! And thank you for your feedback! I would like to give a shout out to G (that is his/her full username). I understand completely. I am only 12 and would like to thank you for helping me realize my mistakes. I really can go off topic! There is no need for apologies unless they are coming from me! Additionally, I made the clean up in the castle go a bit faster. I didn't feel like including that…boring! So here is chapter seven, enjoy!
America:
King Clarkson was dead, Maxon was to be king, and Celeste is not acting like herself. There must have been something in the water here…
We slept in the safe room the night after the big attack. By the next morning, everything was fixed, just as it always was. We were sent to our rooms. I walked up the grand stairs, and into my room. My maids weren't there, please no. Please no.
"Knock, knock." Someone was at my door.
"Come in." Thank goodness! Mary, Anne, and wait, where is Lucy? I asked myself.
"Where is Lucy?" I asked.
"Uh…um…America, please sit." Anne told me. I sat on my bed.
"Since the rebel attack," Mary continued, "they have not found…" Anne said, choking back tears, "Lucy." Mary finished. I began to cry.
"It's ok, Lady America. They do not know for sure if she is dead." I nodded. My maids drew me a bath. Afterwards, they dressed me in a one shoulder pink chiffon gown. It was an empire waist that had a dark floral belt lined with pearls. My hair was done in a donut bun in the back of my head. Beautiful. It didn't make me happy though. Lucy wasn't here, and it made my stomach churn just thinking about what the rebels might do to her.
I made my way down to breakfast. Everything was different. The tension in the room was washing over our heads like the ocean waves crashing onto the sand. The pressure of the deep water went too far over, drowning me. Once I realized Queen Amberly was talking, I came back to the real world.
"Maxon must make an elimination by next week," she announced, "then, within 2 weeks, Maxon must choose his queen, and bride. Thank you, and enjoy breakfast." Amberly sat down. There had to be more than what she was letting on. Nothing about the king? I needed more information. I tugged my ear, and Maxon tugged his.
For once, I didn't want to eat. I was too disgusted by the fact that nothing was being done about the rebels. If I became queen, that is something I would have to change. After breakfast, I ran up to my room. I looked around, noticing fewer and fewer guards. I suppose after the rebel attack, and the situation with Maxon and I, there weren't many guards left. I sat on my bed, and waited for Maxon.
20 minutes went by, then 30, 50, an hour, 2 hours, nothing. I resorted to going down to Maxon's room. I knocked on the door. There was no answer.
"Maxon?" Nothing. Now I was worried. I opened the door to his room. The balcony doors were wide open. His stuff was everywhere. There was a note on his bedside table that flapped in the wind. The note was under a cane, oh no.
To Whom It May Concern,
I see you have found that your beloved prince is gone, yes? Well, that was our plan. Fewer guards means less protection. How stupid royals can be! If you want your prince back, you're going to have to fight, hard.
Or you can give us the diary, Gregory Illeas' diary. If you do not take action within 24 hours, you can say goodbye to prince Maxon! Good luck! Oh and by the way, your 24 hours start now!
Your Dearest Friends Just Next Door,
The Rebels.
P.S.
We're coming!
It was 2:30, I had 24 hours.
Would I tell anyone? Could I trust anyone? Should I find him myself? Queen Amberly walked in. Now I didn't have a choice. Tears ran down my face. I handed her the letter. Her hand covered her mouth. Gravity was pushing down hard. It was crushing me. I couldn't breathe. Thoughts were scattering my mind. My vision blurred, my hearing was nothing but little buzzes. The blackness closed in. I fell.
I woke up in the hospital wing. I glanced at my bedside table. There stood a digital clock. 9:30 PM. My time was limited. I took out the IV that was in my arm. I managed to get out of bed. I ran into the grand foyer and up the stair case. When I got into my room I put on jeans and a warm, black sweater. It was go time.
I grabbed the cane on my desk and the diary. I threw both in a backpack that slung over both shoulders. I ran out the door. I'm coming Maxon.
"America?" It was Kriss. I didn't respond.
"Queen Amberly, America is going somewhere!" What a tattle tale. I ran faster. I checked the clock on the wall. 10:00 PM. I ran through the gardens and into the open field. I approached the forest. I collected all of my strength and bravery and ran in.
I tried to remember where Aspen had taken us. It was hard, but I finally found a pile of leaves sitting on top of a tree. I removed the leaves, revealing a staircase. I put one foot on one stair, followed by the other on the next. I couldn't have been more terrified. The staircase brought me down to a room with a series of cells. At the end of the room was a door. I suspected this was where they kept their captives, and beyond that door was where the rebels lived.
I walked slowly until I saw a person with short blonde hair curled up in a ball.
"Maxon?" I called out.
His blue eyes peaked out of his arms.
"America?" I smiled. It was Maxon. I had finally found him. I ran up to the metal bars. Maxon quickly got up. All of a sudden I heard someone at the door. My head switched towards the door.
"We were expecting you, America." It was a young boy. He was older than me, but younger than 25.
"Leave him alone!" I shouted.
"Did you bring the diary?" He asked.
"And? That matters why?"
"We only want to resurrect America! Not you, the country. And we need everything we can get. That everything is in the diary. We need it. And you need your prince. Deal?"
"Let's say that I didn't want to give you the diary. Let's say I never gave you the diary. What would you do then?" I asked.
"We would kill your prince. It's the easiest way to take over! No prince, no royal line!" He responded.
"There is already a royal line." I countered.
"What?"
"Queen Amberly is on the throne, you realize that, right? When America still existed, England had one queen, and no king." I said. The rebel looked confused. He looked defeated.
"Then I will kill you both." He responded. Before he could take out his gun, I took out the cane. Before I knew it, the rebel was sprawled out on the floor. I took the cell keys from his belt and unlocked the door that led to Maxon.
He smiled, and kissed me quickly.
"Run, fast." I did just that. We ran up the stairs, hand in hand. We didn't look behind us. We heard shouting, screams, and other footsteps. I turned around, making sure my hand didn't leave Maxon's. No one was there. What was going on?
We approached the open field. The palace was in view. We saw the gardens. I turned around once more. Still, no one was behind us.
I made sure my backpack was still on, which it was. Why weren't they coming? Were they already at the palace? They couldn't be. As we came across the gardens of the palace the sun came up. I put my head on Maxon's shoulder. Did we win that easily? They wouldn't give up that fast.
"Maxon, how did we lose them? Did we lose them?" I asked.
"Good question. I have no idea. It's like they got lazy or something. Rebels don't get lazy that often." He responded. I still didn't get it. Maxon was right. When the rebels want something, they try pretty hard to get it.
As we walked into the palace, it was clear that something had happened here.
THE KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE REPUBLIC! That phrase was written in red white and blue on almost every wall. The queen was crying in the corner of the foyer. Maxon ran over to her with open arms.
"Th-the rebels, the-they t-t-took your fathers' coffin, and killed Lady Celeste. We found her dead in the gardens."
"Lady America, they," she cried harder, "took your younger sister. I am so sorry! This is my fault!"
Hot tears fell to the floor, from all of us. Did Celeste know something was going to happen to her? Is that why she was playing sweet and kind? And what was going to happen to May. The rebels will pay for this!
Something had to be done.
The rebels were ruining everything.
Now I was going to ruin their everything.
They were going down.
America was coming out, and this red head is going to fight, hard, just like a fire. I will devour their oxygen, their life.
