Hello everyone. I would like to start this chapter off by going a bit off-topic, and announcing that i passed my road test today. :D
So given my vibrant mood, and the fact that chapter 7 is really dinky, I've decided to give you guys two updates tonight. :)
Chapter 7
In a lone decrepit cell sat a sea witch. It was past eleven and the very last of her only visitor was there; a lawyer fish. He was explaining her situation to her.
"On charges of attempted first-degree murder," She was silent to his announcement.
"Evasion of royal policeā¦"
"Oh bah! The party was over anyways."
"Treasonā¦"
"Wait what?"
"Old pleadings," She looked off to the wall, overwhelmed. "There's really not much we can do. You could try pleading not guilty, but then again there's several hundred witnesses that will say the opposite. I'd say the best thing you can do is a plea bargain." His client reared her venomous face right at him.
"And stay in jail?" He nodded slowly in response. A long period in which no one said anything followed.
"Goodnight Dan." She said simply.
"But there are others matters that must be brought up..."
"I said GOODNIGHT." Figuring what was best for him the fish finally gave in, and checked out.
After several minutes of debilitating silence Morgana finally snapped.
"How could they have found us?!" she almost yelled to her cellmate Undertow.
"I don't know! You had the brilliant idea to crash such a royal celebration in the first place I wouldn't be surprised if we were dead by now!"
"We were on top of the world this morning! How could it all fall apart so quickly?"
"And that hideout... I knew it was going to be a flop!"
"It was that little mermaid, the brunette."
"How many potions did you have? Two?!"
"I was never a brewer and you know it sadist!"
"What about that whirlpool you used to get us outta there? We both know very well you couldn't do that yourself. You're hoarding your sister's magic!"
"Shut your hole you stupid shrimp! I can't do that anymore, and if I hadn't we wouldn't be here right now, would we?!"
"I bet Ursula would know what to do." He muttered for the very first time. She silenced her lips and slowly turned to face the small shark. The sheer destructiveness in her eyes made him gulp.
"What did you say?" She spat as he backed away.
"Never mind. Anyways why are we arguing like this? I thought you said we'd be rescued! Those other friends you had!"
Suddenly the toxins in her face drained, almost brightening her skin tone. She then buried herself in her arms.
"So..." He moved to see her expression behind her hands as she quieted, to see that she had begun crying.
"Undertow, you're the last that I have," She sobbed. "There won't be any others." While at first he took her new state as an act, he soon realized she was telling the truth. The cruel, true truth.
He slowly moved his now blank stare to the wall.
Defeated.
