Hans heaved. Coughing some more as gusts of air blew out of his chest. His vision turned fuzzy, darkening to black.
Alexander struck a match and proceeded to light the fire place. Soon red and yellow embers ignited causing the wood to burn into the perfect flame. He pulled off his gloves, setting them down on a sidetable and picking up a book. Which had intrigued him more and more each time he indulged himself into it. Normally he'd protest about a number of things that were happening in the book. Like how, dragon eggs didn't exist, how plants were only green, their petals were the only exception. How enchanted stones and spells and sorcerers, didn't even come close to existing. But since this was fictions, and probably reaching his ' Most Fondest Books List' , the prince paid no attention. He took the book and edged it open to where he left off. Surprisingly he was still reading the epilogue. By now, any old book he would be reading he would already come to the middle of the novel. Already having knowledge of what was going to happen, what were the various plot points that were supposed to intrigue the reader, and already knowing what the ending may commence to. That was why he decided that fictional works were a complete waste of his valuable time. There was no use in reading something so predictable. But this book had exceeded his expectations and locked him into reading it. Almost as if it was a spell.
Myticals Of Magic (Chapter 1: Epilogue)
She ran into the cramped meadow opening. A pond placed in the center with white marbled pillars was what the girl had discovered. Lyra gripped the box tighter, beginning to place it in the pond. Soon her mission was going to finally be completed. Years and years of waiting. The sky dimmed down a bit causing the shady area to become darker. But then, the sun had strangley broke though the thickened canopy. Spreading its rays against the meadow. The light reflected upon the watery surface, it bounded off of the stone pillars and into the box. Lyra held the box close to her chest as the magic winded around her torso. Blue,green and pink paled colors combusted; sending a gray explosion into the sky. The smoke drifted in a thick fog that only the golden sword of Gravon could cut, if only she had found it by now. She could have stopped the army from invading and destroying everything her small village owned! Although the explosion, the teen wasn't harmed. Infact the variety of colors still circled around her, and everything was still in its rightful place. Albeit shaken, she was fine and only bruised to a minimum. The item in her hand shook. A rattling noise rang from inside the container. Hisses and furious growls closely followed. Another burst of light made its appearance in the atmosphere. Sending sparks of unusual golden dust sprawling across the once peaceful pasture, and some into the water. More smoke piled up in the forest. Eventually it cleared, revealing what had become of the girl. She transformed into pure marble! Peculiar as it sounds,it was alas true. She became a statue. And the box, it had flown out of her grasp and landed somewhere where no one could find it. No one good, nor evil.
Alexander would've kept on reading, but due to a loud crash. He felt that he better go see what the twins had broke... again.
Alexander wanced into the large dining room that him and his brothers shared. Dinner would start in a hour or two so of course the table would already be fully set. Cream colored napkins and table cloth covered the mahogany work piece, along with the porcelain plates and empty dishes and silverware. So if the twins had done something to the table, then it was certain that the fine china would be in millions of pieces on the carpeted floor. "Alright, what is going on in here?" the brunette asked as he adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Damien and Derek jumped up in surprise; quickly turning around with their hands unusually placed behind their backs.
"A-Al-Alex! What are you doing here? Heeheeheh..." Damien asked nervously.
" Because I have a brain, and an excellent extent of knowledge, I'm absolutely not going to respond by simply saying ' I live here'. Not only would that be corny and old, it would be a complete waste of my breath as you two obviously know my answer. Now stop diverting me from the matter at hand! Show me what you both have in your hands." the older prince commanded sternly.
Derek scooted forwards, a nervous smile plastered on his face. His blew a strand of his ginger hair out of his face, " But Alex, we were only helping one of the maids and then she went to go ask the cook something, and left us to ourselves. We were minding our own business when this gigantic-"
" Please save your breath. I don't need to listen to a lie." With that Alex calmly walked over to the duo, unaware of what was going to happen.
The double trouble team brought their arms up and threw the water balloons at their brother. Together they ran off into the hallway,snickering wildly. Alexander took a handkerchief to his face, dabbing it and his glasses. Dusting his soaked clothes off, he brought his gloved fist to his mouth, afterwards clearing his throat.
"YOU TWO ARE DEAD!"
Nikolaus paced around his study as his fingers frantically flipped through the many pages of the documents. " That runt..." he chuckled. He never really was fond of his younger siblings, Hans especially. Every single mess up the young copper haired boy made, he'd always be near to rub it in. And this had got to be the biggest one yet! But unfortunately,this has involved the entire Southern Isles, it had involved the royal family. And with their parents being gone for a month on some trip visiting neighboring islands, making amends, new trade partners and what not; the sons were expected to look after the kingdom they'd soon inherit. And that proved to be an aggravating task already. If Hans had really been a threat to Arendelle's Queen, she would have all rights to start a war. With the queen being blessed with supernatural powers, fighting off her army would be tedious, and utterly useless seeing as they would be victorious in the end. And if the Queen was angry enough to start a war, she may not have the heart to keep it on the battlefield. She could invade the towns and villages. And if the war moved onto there, then
" The Southern Isles would be doomed..." Nik sighed.
Hans brought his gloved hand to his forehead. Rubbing it and his temples soothingly. Whatever had happened that old hag was behind it! And he thought she was kind...
Looks can be deceiving.
The last prince in line stood up. Dusting off his pants, he noticed something strange. He wasn't in the elderly hag's cottage anymore. Infact, he was outside. Plants and tall trees and the sheer wilderness surrounded him.
"Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Crash
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