This is quite a short chapter, but I like each paragraph the way they are so I thought I'd leave them at that. I've posted 4 chapters today. Cut me some slack :L
Will blinked rapidly, then jumped back in shock. The world around her seemed to have changed. Aldarn was gone. Drake was gone. And when she looked up she supposed that those high stone torrents belonged to a castle. She was in the garden. Her breath was stuck in her throat - weren't plants meant to increase oxygen? Though these weren't any plants. "Welcome to the Garden of the Black Roses."
It wasn't a voice; it blew past her in the breeze and goose bumps covered any exposed flesh. It was the icy breeze on her stomach that drew attention to the fact that she was transformed. She hadn't done that, she was sure. She hadn't come here. "What am I doing here?"
Will cringed at her loud voice rustling throughout the thorns and flowers. It would be very Will to be caught right now, simply because she'd shouted out and drawn attention to herself. She should be glad that the castle guards were yet to be alerted of her presence.
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"You're not real.." Caleb frowned down at the curved scrawl on the otherwise cleanly foled sheet of paper before clenching it tightly in his fist. She wasn't here at all.
"Of course I am silly!" The slave smiled at him brightly and he knew he should have seen it before. He had seen it before. That wasn't Will's smile; only her lips. That wasn't her voice; only her little throat that it was being projected from. The grin was too wide and her tone was too high for Will. She moved too much too; always restless while Will was determined.
"No you're not!" His teeth clenched in a snarl as the body shrank back from his gnarl of a retort. He seized her arm below her shoulder then and pulled her away from the building. He couldn't get to Will's fast enough.
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Prince Phobos wondered if he should move them aside for her - he had the power to make them wilt at will. But she wasn't moving forward anymore. She had opened her eyes. Maybe he should save her. Maybe he should send for the guards. But something stopped him from doing either. Movement ceased from him as he studied her; hearing her finally push out a shaky breath. She quivered slightly in the breeze he let constantly flow around the grounds and her long delicate wings fluttered very lightly as her hazel eyes took in the beauty of his garden; sultry long lashes closing as often as, but more slowly than a blink should be. "Age porro puer."
But she didn't come. She leant into the Black roses, thoughtful and studious as she deliberated the flowers, though currently to him curiosity deemed her far more enchanting than the sinners of his garden. "Black roses.. There are thousands..!"
Phobos leant forward as she tentatively raised her hand up, stroking her finger along the petal of the Black rose, then down it's stalk. He saw the tiny prick of blood before she managed to draw her hand back and with angered frustration he grabbed another handful of sand, which when he threw it lay lifelessly on the floor. He didn't want to watch anymore. "Silly girl. Indignum."
He didn't mean it though.
Age porro puer - Come forward child
Indignum - A disgrace