So I finally got rid of my writer's block! And spent a lot of time reworking the plot! So, this is chapter 12! And i really hope you guys like it! I will finish this story!
In her dreams, there was a young girl who sat in a brilliant green field. The sky was clear and pristine with a few stray clouds that floated by.
The girl had long locks of Rapunzel blond hair, just like her.
The girl had a set of eyes that could have been emeralds in the deep mines, just like her.
The only thing that set apart the two was a pair of dolls the girl held.
One doll was tall and skinny, with black straggly yarn for hair and two lopsided coal black button eyes. It wore a thin black dress that looked old and worn.
The other doll was shorter and much more fairer, with pale even skin and warm brown button eyes, it had perfectly cut black yarn for hair and wore a cute little black dress with white lace stitched at the sleeves and the collar.
The young girl was silently mouthing words and playing with both dolls. She took the tall lanky doll and threw it to the ground before grabbing the other doll and winding a long red ribbon around it's arms.
"What are you doing?"
Sophie called.
The girl turned around, blinking her large eyes.
She didn't move, staring back at Sophie.
"MOMMY DIED. MOMMY DIED. MOMMY. MOMMY. MOMMY. SHE DIED. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. LOST FOREVER!"
The girl screamed and wailed, her voice rose higher and higher and little cracks appeared in her perfect skin. Sophie covered her ears and fell to her knees, gritting her teeth.
"Stop it!"
She yelled, trying to calm the little girl down.
But the girl kept crying and wailing, more cracks snaking along her arms and face.
"SISTER. SISTER. IN TROUBLE. LOCKED UP. HE DID IT. HE DID IT. SISTER IS HURT. SHE'S HURT. HE DID IT. WITHOUT MOMMY AND SISTER.."
The little girl finally ran towards Sophie, putting both arms on her shoulders and staring at Sophie straight in the eye.
"-I'M NOTHING!"
And dissipated into dust.
The dungeons smelled of mildew and rot. She sat in the corner of the cell, eyes pinned on the small black mouse that scurried away quickly back into the shadows.
Run little mouse. Run.
Run far away, so you'll be safe from the evil cats that prowl.
Run away.
Away.
From here.
Agatha shifted her position to inspect her arm which was bent in a angle and swelling with pain.
It was hard to believe.
They spent weeks trying to plan this.
To finish taste freedom after years and years of torment and suffering.
But there is no longer a plan.
Because King Arthur found out.
And she was going to die.
When your father punches you in the head. It hurts.
When you see the girl you fallen in love with get locked away in the dungeons. It hurts.
His eyes fluttered open, looking at the golden tiled roof with paintings that depicted the conquering of Galvadon. Smelling the warm air of summer, Tedros slowly sat up, his brain trying to keep up with what happened just hours ago.
His father found out.
And all of them were probably going to die.
Placing one bare foot against the cold floor, Tedros snuck up to the door and jiggled the handle. Locked.
"Dammit."
He muttered underneath his breath, rubbing his face. The headache wasn't helping one bit. In fact, nothing was helping. He was the supposed heir to the throne of Camelot, who now betrayed the crown and was probably going to pay for the consequences.
Why did he decide to do this in the first place?
Sinking back into the mattress, Tedros gazed at the mirror in front of him. He looked at his reflection, other then the eye bags and mussed hair, he was still very very handsome. Was he just handsome? Like his father? Nothing inside the soul expect the bloodthirsty instinct for power? What was so good about a face when inside there was nothing at all? Never in his entire life did a girl put his personality before his looks, then everything changed when she came along. Before Agatha was ever in his life, Tedros didn't believe in love. It was a foolish concept, saying that love was something that you let deeply about, that you really felt a connection, almost like a string that pulses through the both of you. But now, he felt like he just started to wake up and see everything around him.
His father was a monster, who tortured many innocent people.
They made a plan to stop him from killing thousands more, and that plan failed.
Tedros knew his father wasn't going to execute him, no, Tedros was the heir. He was too important to loose.
No, his father was going to execute Agatha, and make him watch.
And if he didn't act soon, she will die.
But how could he escape...how did his mother escape?
Once upon a time, Guinevere was locked inside a room just like this, her true love steadily waiting outside the castle walls. She couldn't use the doors, it would arouse suspicion. So, instead she climbed out of a...
Tedros swung his head to the gleaming patch of moonlight on the floor.
Window.
She woke up to two things.
The pain in her arm and footsteps echoing down the hall.
No one expect her was here.
Maybe it was a guard.
Maybe King Arthur decided to move her execution up earlier.
Maybe she wouldn't live after tonight.
Agatha stood on wobbly legs and pressed her face against the metal bars.
She waited.
For a sound or a shadow silhouette against the moonlight.
Her heart ached and nervousness trickled into her.
She counted seconds inside her head.
The footsteps resounded louder, whoever was there seemed to be in a hurry.
She squinted into the darkness, trying to search for movement.
A figure ran in, bolting down the rows of cells. Since Agatha was nearly in the end, she had to bend her neck to see who it was.
The person was checking each cell, as if searching for something. The thin slivers of moonlight illuminated the mystery stranger, who was wearing a cloak.
Finally, they turned around and spotted her.
In the darkness, she couldn't even pinpoint where the stranger's face was. The stranger ran towards her, stopping in front of her cell.
Even with the suffocating pitch black that painted every wall of the dungeon, Agatha recognized a single feature that stopped her heart.
Blue eyes stared back at her.
"Tedros?"
She managed, even through the shock. But the prince shook his head and dropped down on one knee, fiddling with the iron lock.
"Tedros!"
Agatha whispered again, she could feel the sweat beads on her forehead and her heart beating fast.
"What's happening? What are you doing here?"
He finally looked up at her, one hand on the lock and another holding a bronze key.
"I'm getting you out, what does it look like?"
His words were rushed and short, as if every second counted.
Every second did count, someone could be coming for him right now.
The door creaked open. Agatha immediately ran out of the cell, taking deep breaths as if she'd been holding her breath the whole entire time.
"I need to warn them. Your father's going to kill everyone in Galvadon. Or even worse" She whispered, bumping into Tedros. He put one hand around Agatha to steady her.
"Are you alright?" He whispered into her ear. Agatha nodded. Barely. She didn't care about how close they were, in any other situation, she would have immediately detached herself from him, but this wasn't normal situation.
"You're going to follow me ok? We need to get you out of here." His breath was warm and it warmed her face. She nodded again and Tedros led her out of the dungeons, their feet cat like and soft. They passed piles of cracked bones and rotting straw that littered the wet floor. King Arthur knows what to do to his enemies. The whole entire time, Tedros had his arm wrapped around her quivering shoulders as if the wind would just blow her away.
They clamped up the stairs, heads swishing back and forth, expecting a shout or the booming sound of guards running to get them. But nothing moved. The air was strangely calm as the two weaved through thin walls, past the kitchens, past the dozing guards and arrived just at the rear end of the castle, next to the woods.
"This is the exit for throwing away the waste, if you continue directly down this path and and cut through the stream here, then you would probably recognize the familiar area here."
They both crouched against the wall, Tedros was holding a map as he explained all the directions. Agatha stared at the dark pathway in front of them, with faint footsteps treaded into the dirt.
"OK. I think I can do this"
Agatha breathed, glancing over at the map again. It seemed relatively familiar, she been exploring the woods often, it would be the same expect without a bloodthirsty king out to kill her. She stood up, heart pounding with anxiety. The woods were dark and animals lurked in there. Tedros gave her a concerned glance before standing up.
"I'll come in the morning, I promise. There's no way I'm leaving you here. We can defeat your father together."
Agatha whispered, facing him. Even though Tedros's face was completely still, his eyes betrayed every single emotion he was feeling. Pain. Frustration. Anger. Sadness. And something else she couldn't read.
"I promise I will have a plan. We can still do this."
She brushed a look of hair that blew into his blue blue eyes. So blue sometimes if she wouldn't stop staring, she might have sailed away. For a moment, Agatha realized she crossed a line between them. A line that borderline friendship and something else.
He coughed, before looking away and retracting from her. Almost like he was forcing himself to give her some space.
"Be back in the morning, or I'm going to go looking for you. I'll try to stall my father, but..."
Agatha smiled, a faint one that faded away as quickly as it formed.
"I promise."
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