Audrey stared at Uma's choices of companions.
"Sup." Said Yang.
"Uma, I specifically told you-"
"Audrey, these are the best trackers in this entire continent, probably the whole planet. If someone is missing, you don't go to the police." Uma pointed at them. "You go to them."
The princess sighed and turned her head to face them. The four Huns and two Werewolf-Halfling/breed/Audrey didn't really know who they were.
"Audrey, I want you to meet Seth and Cana. They're Werewolves."
"We already met," Cana informed Uma. "But I'm sure the princess simply forgot." She mocked.
"Cana." Her brother breathed as she simply rolled her eyes.
"Uma says you're going to do something completely stupid, so why should my brother and I help?"
"That's understandable." Audrey nodded before turning to Uma and then back to Cana. "I'm going to search for Gaia and-"
"Just Gaia." Uma interrupted.
"What happened to Gaia?" Seth asked. "Isn't she with Former Queen Belle and-"
"That was just a story made by the school to cover up her disappearance. Gaia had been kidnapped by nonother than Maleficent, Hades and a couple of others. We are going to find her, seeing as Ben isn't making enough effort in doing so." Uma explained. "That's why I... We need you." She looked around. "You two are werewolves, you can smell someone's scent from a mile away. The Huns can track someone... anyone... even if he was at the bottom of the ocean."
"Where was the last place she seemed in?" Liang asked.
"Outside the hospital. She got in a car that was driven by Hades."
"We've got our starting point."
Victoria Frankenstein liked flowers. She liked a lot of things that couldn't be found on the Isle of the Lost. She liked flowers, nature and most recently Ice Cream Milkshakes. All of which couldn't be found on the Isle. She also loved trying out and learning new things. Something that she openly liked was science. She adored science and biology. She would memorize any book she could get her hands on when she was on the Isle.
She, however, didn't believe in magic.
She didn't believe in fairytales, curses, and sorcery. To her, science was far superior to magic. It could easily defeat it. To her, people just didn't know what they were doing so they called it magic. And well, in her eyes, it was ridiculous. Science explained everything, while magic didn't. Her father, Doctor Frankenstein, mastered the ability to create life from death using science, not magic.
Gaston Legume Junior disliked a lot of things. He disliked parties, social activities, whining, someone asking a stupid question and expect a smart answer, people in general, the list could go one. If he had to write a list of things he didn't like and another of the things he liked, the list of hatred would easily defeat the other one. To him, the word 'Hate' was a strong word. He didn't really use it except for things and people like his father. He hated his father, he hated the Isle, he hated the color yellow.
Above all that, he hated the rules and regulations regarding magic.
He hated the fact that any magical curse could be easily broken using 'True Love'. He hated that time travel hasn't been done yet. But above anything, he despised the outlaw of magic and the people who had that delightful idea. To him, magic is might. Magic is something shrouded in mystery, which is why he came to love it and the riddles it held.
Where did it come from?
Why is it here?
Who else can perform it?
Now came the million dollar question: How could these two, with their very different attitudes towards life, knowledge, wisdom, and mystery, be able to sit together and talk about silly topics like homework or the weather without trying to shove their own opinion down the other's throat.
"What might that be?" She asked Junior, pointing at the weird looking pole in front of her.
"I believe it's called a traffic light." He informed her.
"What's its purpose?"
"It's supposed to stop people from trying to kill each other on the roads." He said. "Or something like that."
"And this button?" She asked, pointing at a button.
"I... don't really know." He admitted before looking at her then looking back at the button. He turned to her again then back at the button.
"What?" She asked.
"What are you waiting for? Push it?"
"Why?"
"You wanted to know what it does, right?"
Victoria chose to ignore his sarcasm and press the button. "Nothing happened." She said after a while.
"Clearly."
Cars and buses raced against each other on the roads, making sure they made enough noise to wake a dragon up. "Where were you taking me again?" He asked, admitting his memory is betraying him.
"The museum." She announced as she took her phone out of the bag she borrowed from Evie, or rather the bag Evie forced her to take after she violently got her a make-over. "It's supposed to be..." She looked at the GPS. "Just across the street and around the corner."
They looked at each other then walked across the street, not caring if the traffic light was still green. Surely they heard a couple of horn noises being thrown at them and the occasional insult, but that didn't matter at the moment. What matter was to get to the museum so that they could enjoy their time.
"I still don't know why you want to go to such a place." He admitted.
"Huh?" She turned her attention towards her date.
"The museum is filled with magical objects, and I know how you get when we even mention that word." He notified her.
She smiled cheekily. "Yes, I know that the place houses a lot of... um... questionable things, but it has a full section on the Archaeopteryx and many fossils samples." She explained. "So, you can enjoy staring at wooden sticks and glass balls while I learn something useful." She flipped her hair.
"You're still stubborn as ever, Vicky." He chuckled. "But forgive me when I say, science is no rival to magic."
She sighed. "This phone." She said, burying her phone in his chest. "It wouldn't be here if it wasn't for technological advancements, scientifical advancements. Science made us able to connect to other people from other countries through a glass screen."
"And magic can get us to that country with the snap of our fingers." He said, snapping his fingers before a puff of smoke appeared. As it vanished, a booklet of the museum took its place. He simply handed her the booklet with eyebrows raised.
"You always like having the last word in an argument even if you're wrong, don't you?"
"You can say that." He said as they took a turn and saw the museum. They stopped at their tracks when they realized that the building was being searched by the police. Yellow tapes, not Junior's favorite color, blocked every entrance of the place, making it impossible for someone to get in of out without anyone noticing.
'What's going on?' She wondered as she walked up to the museum.
"Ah, sorry miss. This place is off limits for now." Said a man in a police uniform.
"And why is that?" She asked.
"There was a recent robbery. Miss, I have to ask you to leave this area." He said politely.
Victoria turned to Junior. "Museum." She said. "Magical items." She began to list down the possibilities.
"I thought you didn't believe in magic?" He joked.
"This isn't a laughing matter. There's only one person who'll pull a robbery like this and not be found."
Junior's eyes widened. "Well, I think we might have a head start." He said pointing at something. Victoria turned only to see Maleficent Faery II. "You think she got her sidekicks with-" He turned to see that Victoria completely ignored him and went to see Mal.
"Ugh, come on!" He exclaimed to Victoria. She turned about to wave at him to follow her. "Why do I have to be dragged into things like this?" He asked, questioning life. "All I wanted was one day!" He exclaimed while looking up to the sky. "One day, that's all I've ever asked for. One day without drama or murder. Just a day filled with nothing but SILENCE. Is that too much to ask for? Not really."
"HEY JUNI-LEO!" Mal shouted, waving her arm to signal that she saw him.
"Ugh." He wanted to kick something out of frustration but had to keep it in.
Suddenly, he heard something. Something that no one else heard. The voice was familiar, too familiar for anyone's good. He started looking around at all directions.
He recognized that voice.
Where was it coming from?
They were in danger.
"Hey" Mal placed her hand on his shoulder. He flinched as a reaction.
At that moment Mal knew something was wrong. No one ever made him flinch and look suspicious at his surroundings like that.
"I need to go." He breathed as he followed the path in which the voice grew louder.
"Wait, we're-"
"Stay here and collect any evidence!" He shouted as he ran. "We need everything that can be found!"
Gaia took a deep breath. "It hurts." She said, placing both her hands on her head. She looked around the cell. Four white walls and a rusty metal door surrounded her. She turned to her right to see Charles. He was curled up in his own corner. Arms around his legs, head against the wall and slightly malnourished. He'd been giving all his food to Gaia even though she protested. He turned to see her. "Does your head still hurt?" He asked. She merely nodded. It was still better than puking her guts out. She reminded herself.
"No one is coming." She said, looking up.
"Don't say that. Sure...someone will. They can't just leave us like this." Charles assured her.
"Charlie, don't try and look at the bright side. There isn't one."
"I'm going to ignore that and blame the hormones." He said before he coughed. "Have faith, for God's sake." He coughed again and again as he failed to breathe.
Gaia got up and went to him. She placed her hand on his forehead. "You're burning!" She exclaimed. "This wouldn't have happened if you would just eat whatever food they bring us instead of giving it to me."
"Please, Gaia. You're sicker than I am." He said before looking at her stomach. She withdrew her hand. "I might be a sinner in the eyes of my church, but I'm still a Christian."
Gaia sighed. "There's no way I'm fighting with you about this topic. Not now anyway."
They listened to the silence until it was broken with the sound of someone's footsteps from behind the rusty door. Gaia and Charles held one another, awaiting the door to be open.
