Normal:
"Ta-Da!" A short haired bluenette exclaims happily as he gestures to a shady looking pub at the end of the street-already lively with light, noise, and the sweet smell of drink.
The two boys behind him, one a tall able bodied blonde and another frail looking bluenette with a cap over his head, look up with expectation. All of a sudden the blonde looks upset, running forward; he pulls his comrade into a whisper.
"You expect us to stay THERE? Dia, it's dangerous! Especially for-"
The bluenette smiles. " We're all boys here. It'll be fine~ The guards wont expect a thing. We could get a room, you and I could help the bartender out this evening to pay the rent, and decided what we want to do come dawn!"
"Something the matter?" The smaller bluenette asks, a frown upon his awfully feminine face.
The blonde flashes a fake smile. "No, nothing the matter. Just…pull your cap lower…"
Yellow:
So by this point, you are probably all like, "well this is all well and good, but what in tarnation happened to that wonderful blonde girl and the 'so not dashing he doesn't make me blush every single time I see him guy'?"
Well hold on to your poison tipped daggers and crazy hair do's-we're getting to that.
Red:
Prince Green? Check with Blue, Venasaur, and Ditto.
Princess Crystal? Check with Gold.
Advisor to the prince? Check with Sapphire.
Pokémon Aitaro, and Toro? Check and check. They had left earlier with a group of men.
So let's see…..that left me, Emerald, and….and….Right. Yellow.
I look around the now empty cottage, suddenly seeming much bigger than when it had been filled with my men, and (ladies). Emerald hums softly to himself as he messes with wires and shards of metal on his cluttered shop table, and in the corner-Yellow glares at me-her hands and feet simply tied.
It was a smart plan to drop off the materials that had been weighing us down here, but it was stupid of us to think no one would be after us. It had only been a week, and already my worst nemesis had read me like a book and cornered us in such an obvious place. I groan. This would have been so much easier to have just set the materials down in a hidden place in one of the caves of the cove and get back to them later! We could have been done with this whole shenanigan within mere hours.
It didn't matter now. The sands of time were not ready to defy gravity.
I help Yellow to her feet, grabbing my knapsack of materials off the table as I head upstairs and to the back door. Eme follows, and file up the narrow steps in a rhythmic yet sullen silence.
I look over at Emerald. He's looking down at the ground, his thoughts clouding his expression.
"Thank you Emerald." I say softly, and Eme looks up as if startled.
"For what Cap'n?"
"For taking us in….We must be so much work for you…Not to mention the danger we've put you in. Giovanni's men-"
"Will be here soon. I know….That's why I've decided I'll be leaving."
Emerald:
"WHAT?!" The captain says loudly, causing the sullen hostage in his hands to look up in surprise.
I'd lived in the Johto wharves for most of my life. I had been born in Hoenn, but I had been only a child when we moved to Johto and didn't remember much of it. I don't remember much of my life in Hoenn…
But I always did have itchy feet.
"I don't know Cap'n….I've been here for 5 years already now…People know me. It's getting dangerous for me to stay here. Once you leave, it won't take long for the Royal guard to come looking for me for questioning or take me in for treason….Or even worse….If Giovanni finds me first…" I say, and Red looks down sullenly.
I almost felt sorry for the guy. For such a young man, and all these problems weighed precariously on his shoulders. He should have been living the life right now…Maybe have a lass and be planning on a family in a quiet nice cottage outside of town. But the Captain wasn't that kind of person.
"I'm sorry…." He whispers, setting his hand on my shoulder, and I give him as an encouraging smile as I could. He needed it more than I did.
"It's alright Sir. I've been meaning to move to the country anyway. Less people there, and more time for me to work on my inventions."
Red smiles sadly, "I suppose that I should take it to mean you are leaving the crew."
I pause. I never really had considered myself as part of the crew. It had been over 3 years ago when I had first met the Red Captain in the attempt to get aboard as a crew member. I didn't have the physical prowess to pass, and Red was naturally suspicious about my age (which was still pretty young).
But he had been happy by my ideas about how the ship could function-and upon further decision making, he decided that my small cottage by the beach could be used as a somewhat base. It was close enough to the beach and the pirate side of the city-and we had agreed to meet up at least once in a year. That couldn't be considered crew….
"I…I never really considered myself as part of the crew." I admit, looking down in embarrassment.
I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, and I look up into bright, kind crimson eyes that had helped so many people.
"Emerald. You have always been part of the crew, and wherever you go-you always will be. Even the smallest role can carry the heaviest of responsibilities. You may have been over looked, but you will always, ALWAYS be part of our family…..Thank you….."
I feel his arms wrap around me, and all of a sudden my eyes are blurry and wet. In all the years I had greeted and said goodbye to the captain, all those years we had been acquaintances….
We were now family.
I was part of the crew. Really, truly part of the crew!
But who knew when destiny would allow our paths to cross again.
Yellow:
I feel awkward as Red lets go of me to hug his comrade, a sad embrace that lingers.
They won't be seeing each other again, and deep inside they know it's over.
They let go, and all of a sudden, Red is holding on to my arms again-and we're headed back into the breezy spring air, heavy with smoke from the street lights and wine from the pubs.
The walk back to the ship is silent and heavy as Red leads us through the back alleyways. Half way through, I realize he didn't even bother gagging me. If I screamed now, surely SOMEONE would hear me?!
I part my lips before closing them again.
Who would hear me but drunken sailors, pirates, and even worse enemies?
We get back to the ship with no problem.
Blue:
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
"Would you stop that infernal noise? You're giving me a headache." Green groans, and I stop jingling my bracelet around my finger, sliding it back onto my wrist.
An awkward silence again.
"You have a piece of straw in your hair." I smirk, nodding my chin in gesture to it.
"Well, maybe I would pick it out if I was untied." Green scowls, rolling his eyes.
The top of the abandoned lighthouse is really a perfect place. It's obvious no one has been in here for YEARS. The old lamp had been stolen long ago, and from the second to highest floor where we sat, we could easily see friend or foe in good time.
However, waiting for your elusive captain with a grumpy prince on a damp floor was NOT very entertaining.
I lay back against the wall, my usually sharp mind growing duller and duller by the second….I groan. Why didn't something exciting never happen?
All of a sudden, the best idea in the world hit my like an oncoming dagger.
Crystal:
Gold pulls off my hood in a flourish, and I gasp as sound, light, and voice returns to my senses. My eyes grow wide at the sight.
Gold had taken me to a PUB?!
I stood stunned, my eyes still disbelieving.
After all the warnings and orders from his captain and superiors about being captured-Gold had taken me to a place full of people?!
I glance around frantic eyed at someone, ANYONE to help me. Didn't any of these people know who I am!? The princess and future Queen of their country! I stood bound and gagged in front of them, and yet no one even TURNED? Wasn't even a BIT suspicious?!
"Sorry Princess-they're all as drunk as hell. They'd be no help to you anyway. Besides, I'm pretty sure you're better off in my hands." Gold whispers in my ear.
I feel my adrenaline fade away as fast as it came, and I realize he's right. All of these people are drunk, and, and horrible. Unlike the clean shaven gold, these sailors…or pirates. Whatever they are! All are sweaty, fat, and hold an evil glint in their eye.
Gold fumbles us through the crowd, and while some glazed eyes don't even take note of our appearance, other dilated pupils grow even wider. My heart leaps in hope. Did they recognize me?! Will they go call the guard?!
But then I realize they weren't staring at the girl behind the dirt.
They were staring at the girl.
They thought I was a prostitute.
And all of a sudden, it became clear as to why Gold had bothered to throw back my hood. To show I was a girl. Here in this old robe and dirt in my hair and on my face-I fit the ticket as easily as any other female. A man's….toy…..
I close my eyes in disgust.
"Almost there now…"Gold tries to whisper encouragingly, but all I want to do is vomit, all over the floor.
We stop at the bar in the back, and gold squeezes my arm. Not to hurt me, but almost as if he's…nervous?
"Senor….Eusine?"
Gold:
The man turns, his velvet cape fluttering as he does so in that dramatic way of his that I always hated. His handsome face turns into a smirk, marred by a horrible scar that makes me cringe.
He raises an eyebrow, hiding his surprise well. If I had learnt anything about Eusine, it was that he was as crafty as any man, best, Pokémon, or god.
"Well, well, well. What a surprise my comrade, and on such a night! Como estas?"
"Bien. Tengo que hablar con usted inmediatamente." I growl.
Eusine raises an eyebrow, but steps out from behind the bar table. He gestures to the back room, and we make our way through the sea of drunken men to the silent room.
Green:
Blue standing up so fast, makes me flinch in surprise and as she begins making her way to me at an alarming pace (especially with that maniacal grin) makes me cringe. Its only when she pulls out her ruby encrusted dagger do I REALLY begin to panic.
"WAIT, BLUE, what are you-?!"
I close my eyes tightly, preparing for the blow, but instead the ropes tied around my arms, hands and feet slacken. I look up into her glowing eyes, and she grins evilly-holding out one of the rapiers that had been riding her hip. In her other hand she holds the other.
"Well what are you waiting for my liege? Get that piece of straw out of your hair and then redeem yourself!"
Blue:
Green's eyes grow wide, and then squint with confusion, his hand wavering ever so slightly before grabbing the outstretched hilt.
"Why are you doing this..?" He whispers.
"Because I'm not afraid of losing, and I'm eager to see you try to redeem yourself. What? Are you not game?" I flash a smirk
Slowly, the prince's lips part into a small smile.
"You are one gutsy girl."
And before another wasted word is said, he doesn't pause as he brings his rapier clashing down against mine.
Crystal:
Gold's rapid and fluent Spanish is a surprise that only lingers in my mind for a moment, as Gold leads me through the hall and into a room behind the hideous man. "Stay here. I'll be back in a minute." Gold says, lightly pushing me against the wall and forcing me to sit. He takes a second to check my knots, and get a rope around my feet before stepping into the room and shutting the door.
Slowly, I inch forward, the rope burning painfully into my skin. I can barely see through the small rusted key hole, and though the words are slightly muffled, I can still make them out.
"You'll have to excuse the mess. We usually have the old hag across the street clean the bar come morn for a few shiny pennies, and I'm afraid this room has been used already." I hear Eusine say with a nasty grin, revealing a pair of sharp pointy teeth.
"Eusine-please. I need your help. I don't have much time." Gold glares.
"I can imagine, Word on the street is you've been on the run. Only 2 morrows ago did a sailor from Giovanni's regime come begging for information with a sack full of heavy coins. If it's shelter you seek, I'm afraid-"
"No, no. I just need you to send a message to my former lady and lord."
Eusine's eyes grow wide with surprise, but he quickly hides his astonishment.
"3 years and NOW you want to reveal-"
Gold shoots him a glare, and Eusine grows shut, his presence of me all of a sudden realized.
He leans forward, muttering in a low whisper, words I can barely catch, "Tir-d of p—rate life a—dy? Why? Is som—g wrong?"
Gold pulls away. "No, no. They're not to know it's from me. All you have to do is drop this in front of the house. The maid will pick it up… "
Eusine scowls. "What? I've been demoted to mere messenger? Getting you out of that hell hole, you'd think we'd be at least comrades~"
Gold looks angry; pulling Eusine's closer, growling in his face. "We're not anything but mere acquaintances, and I paid WELL for your help."
"Then perhaps you will pay me for this letter of yours? It explains why you brought the girl. I could use fresh meat in the business. She is lacking in plumpness, especially in the chest-"
"She's NOT for sale. I'm leaving town and bringing her with me." Gold snarls-and I feel a sigh of relief I never knew I was holding escape me.
"Well, certainly you don't expect me to do this for free. Your parents live half way across town, and in these times, it will take me DOUBLE the time to get there with all these soldiers milling about!"
I hear a jangle of a bag full of coins.
"This good?"
"….Yes…."
"And I suppose with this, I buy your silence and utmost secrecy, as well as trust that you will leave this matter to be private?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll be off then."
I back off just as the door slams open. Gold stoops down, untying the ropes at my feet he had just only minutes ago tied. Then he helps me up, and pulls back my hood.
Eusine stops by the door, and our eyes meet momentarily before sliding away. Gold leads me out, pulling my hood back over my head, and for once I'm grateful. I don't want to see the horrors of the bar again.
All of a sudden, I feel a hard kick in my ankle, and I'm falling! Arms wrap around me, as my hood falls back. Gold is holding me by the small of the back, already pushing me back to my feet as he hastily pulls the hood back over my head.
"HEY! Watch where you're going!" I hear Gold scowl.
"Y-yes s-sir."
A pair of scurrying footsteps at the servant boy runs away, but Gold is already leading us out of the stuffy (now quiet with passed out people) room-and back into the silent warm air. My thoughts are tumbling in a confused mess, ringing alarm bells everywhere, and desperately wishing to be untangled. But my head is so heavy….I can't think straight….
"Sorry for making you walk super serious gal. Not to worry though~ the ship is only a quarter mile away. Doing errands with me aint so bad, eh?"
Gold gives a small laugh into the night.
Normal:
In a lighthouse not so far away, sounds of battle ensue in an eerily silent yet clashing sound that both breaks and finishes the silence.
"Gotten better have we?" A girl with long brown hair says, smiling in the darkness. She's sweating ever so slightly, her muscles reacting fast as they duck a sharp blade.
Her opponent cracks a small smile, but remains silent, saving his energy for the win. For the girl, he knew this was just a game. A bit of entertainment than meant close to nothing to her.
For him it was a chance at freedom at last.
Green:
It was that moment all over again.
Knives clashing against knives in silent battle in the darkness, and the sound of waves crashing far below us. My mind was in a turmoil of thoughts, thinking a million things, and it felt like my muscles were moving against hers all on their own.
Concentrate!
"Oh don't mind her….she's just jealous that you did so well against her…"
"Just because you're a Prince doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you."
"You can stay up here…..If you want…."
CONCENTRATE!
She parries, and all of a sudden I find myself stepping back. She thrusts the sword, and I barely stumble mine forward. In the small enclosed space, I can feel a breeze wafting through my sweaty head.
Wait. A breeze?
I manage a fast look sideways, to see the broken window I was just barely up against. Far below, I could make the dark figure of something I had thought left long ago.
I groan, the reason she had let me go so easily now grotesquely apparent. Could Arcaeus not be on my side even ONCE?
Blue grins as she levels her sword at my throat, my back finally kissing the rusted frame of the open window.
Blue:
Just as I think the victory is mine, Green manages to thrust his sword to my knees, causing me to falter. In that swift second, I lose my ground, and the prince is all of a sudden behind me.
"Touché." I grin, but the prince is oddly silent.
Parry, thrust, duck.
For the second time in my life-fighting feels almost like a dance…..
Green:
It bothers me that she can smile at such a moment. It infuriates me that she has a match for every single move I make, and that her movements are as swift as mine. Maybe even swifter….
It's just like that night….where fighting with her feels like a dance.
Blue:
It happens so fast, that it scares me. In a split second, my sweaty hands falter around the grip of my rapier as Green dishes out an exceptionally strong parry, and my weapon goes clattering across the floor loudly.
In the second it takes me to pull the knife out of my boot, and hold it up in defense, my back is against the wall, and Green's rapier is drawing blood on my throat.
Sapphire:
A knock on my door, brings my thoughts back in line from that past hour's events.
Ruby, the pearl, Winona…..
"Cap'n! Oh….Your back. Pray, your trip was safe?" I say as Red walks in, sitting heavily on my bed.
"Minus some patrolling enemies, it was peaceful for the most part….I heard you were not as fortunate?" Red asks looking up with a worried expression.
I look away, as if it was nothing (which really it was. )"Just had the sneaking suspicion we were being followed, so I took the long way Sir…." I mutter.
Red nods in the completely understanding way he does. "Of course. I'm just starting to worry about Gold is all…."
"I'm sure he's fine Cap'n." I say, allowing myself a smile.
Red blinks, and smiles tiredly. "Yes. I'm sure he is."
Only seconds later, do we here the clamor of the crew grow louder from outside. Red peeks his head through the door, and I can hear his wide grin in his voice.
"Well speak of the devil….."
"Does that mean we can-"
"Retrieve Blue and our comrade? Sounds like a VERY good plan."
Dia:
Could it be? Could it really be?! My heart is beating faster as I run down the hallway, my feet thumping on the stained wood-and my head pumping with adrenaline.
That girl with the hood….
Had she really been….?
"Hey! Boy! You finish with those dishes?!"
I practically jump 10 feet, the barking voice startled me so. I turn around carefully to see the bartender who had agreed upon our refuge.
"Y-yes S-sir?"
"Did you finish those dishes?" He scowls.
"O-oh. Of course Sir."
He nods. "Right. Good night then. Make sure you and your friends clean up tomorrow morning before you leave to finish up the deal."
"Oh, naturally Sir!" I exclaim.
He gives me a queer look, but finally turns away and I breathe a sigh of relief. Now! I must tell-
"Wait boy! Where is your other friend?" The caped man barks again, causing me to freeze in my tracks.
"O-oh, my friend? P-pearl you mean Sir?"
"No, no. The small one. I saw your blonde friend working. But where did he disappear to?" Eusine says, raising an eyebrow.
"Um…sh-I mean H-he hasn't been feeling w-well sir." I stammer, my cheeks flushing red.
Eusine shoots me a glare. "I expect you will pay his portion of the rent?"
"Yessir."
"Right. Good night then.
"Night sir."
I listen carefully as his heavy footsteps return to the loud room, but already my feet are moving faster than I could comprehend. Lord, had I REALLY seen what I had thought?
No. No she was! I could never be mistaken!
Pearl:
"And then he pulled the hood over her head and took her away! But I'm sure Missy! It was Princess Crystal! I couldn't be surer!"
Platinum's eyes are as wide as dinner plates, and her pink lips are slightly parted in shock. Mine are probably too, but I recover faster.
"Dia! No-Diamond! You CANNOT be so sure?! THE princess?! HERE?! Dia, surely you've made some mistake!"
"But pearl! I swear I saw her, clear as day! I've been working in that castle for 9 years, and I KNOW the princess when I see her! It was her Pearl! IT WAS HER.
"Diamond, we can't just-"
"We're going after her."
Diamond and I snap to Missy's-and already, she has that scary look of determination in her eyes. She begins to stand up, but I grab her arm-pulling her back down again.
"Missy! Please! Be rational! We can't just go after-"
"Pearl. We're going after my sister." Platinum says, not even bothering to look at me as she stands up again and throwing meager belongings into her bag.
Diamond smiles, beginning to help her, and chatot flies around the room in a frenzy.
"AWKH! SAVE THE PRINCESS AWKHHH SAVE THE PRINCESSS!"
I" grab chatot by the feathers, and stuff a long piece of cloth in his mouth to keep his tongue busy.
"Missy, PLEASE. Even if it WAS your sister, it's dangerous! She was taken by PIRATES for chrissake! They don't need to take MORE money from your parents if they capture you!"
My entreaty ends with a loud yell, and leaves an empty void of silence, as both Dia and Missy continue to pack their things.
"Pearl. I don't care if it is dangerous. I knew leaving the palace would be dangerous. I trust Dia, and if he says he saw my sister here tonight, I know he saw my sister here tonight. We are going to go and save her pearl-and if I am captured or die doing so, so help me-I would not mind in the least. So are you with me, or will you be staying here tonight?" Platinum looks up from her speech and Dia is looking uneasy as he slips a comb in his knap sack.
I take a deep breath, and make my decision.
Normal:
Two extremely close shadows breathe heavily in sync, as their grips on their weapons tighten, sweaty palms swearing never to let go.
Their eyes stare at each other, unblinking, and working their hardest to hide any emotion-but already, both pairs of cheeks are going redder by the second.
The rapier held by prince Green catches nicely under the throat of the girl, and his position looks champion. His enemy is against the dank wall, her better weapon across the room on the floor, and a knife is positioned flush into her pale throat. Already, he detects the smallest bead of blood running down her neck and onto her chest. He begs his eyes NOT to look as the scarlet bead makes its descent into the great unknown of womanhood.
Now his position WOULD be champion would it NOT be for the ruby encrusted dagger the girl had pulled seemingly out of nowhere; now pushed precariously into the boys throat, and eager to go all the way through the flesh.
The brunette's eyes never falter as she smirks, feeling his blood join the sweat upon her palm.
"Well." She says.
"Well. I can't escape even if I do win. Your Pokémon guard the door. "He growls.
"Well, Can't be too careful, now can we?" She smiles.
Heavy breathing fills the voice, and her stoic face all of a sudden gives away a heavy smirk. He no longer has a reason to win this match, but yet he feels satisfied to see her shifting uncomfortably in this tight position. His pupils flit to her parted pink and lush lips, but he flicks them back to her bright eyes, when he feels the corners of his mouth bend to her will.
"Prince Green? Smiling? Has the world ended?" She whispers lightly, especially considering the situation. In a sharp moment, she feels everything at once. The lone bead of blood on top of her cleavage. The untucked ruffles of her tunic revealing her stomach, her legs in-between his. His blood crawling through her fingers, and mingling with the sweat….
He leans forward, and her ears grow hotter-her eyes refusing to falter.
"So are you going to make the first move or will I?" He whispers huskily.
She gives a sly grin, the dagger feeling heavy in her hand. "What happened to ladies first?" She murmurs tantalizingly.
And god!
Their lips are so close! So soft…so beautiful….
The blades are digging into their throats, and the bodies all of sudden seem to have a mind of their own! And then-and then-
Their lips are touching, and exploring, and she doesn't understand what's going on, and alarm bells of every kind are going off in his head-And the weapons are going slack in their arms, and she tilts her head forward, and the kiss deepens, and he accepts, his lips pushing harder and then and then-
Blue:
Blue? Are you here Blue? We've come to pick you up!
We break apart, him staggering almost half way across the room, his eyes wide and looking anywhere but me. Just in time too, as Silver throws open the door from the stairwell, a dying lamp in his hands.
He pauses, surveying the odd scene, and all I want to do is just fall through the ground and die. The rapier on the floor, the bonds untied on the ground...The prisoner armed and free.
"What is going on here?!" Silver shouts, all of a sudden assuming the obvious-that the Prince had tried to escape.
"Silver please….It's under control. Help me take him back to the ship." My voice comes out hoarse, and Silver's eye's glare at me in suspicion.
"Everythin a'right sir?" A voice on the stairwell behind silver calls up. Silver affirms in an eerily calm voice, as he hands the lamp to the man-and grabs Green roughly by the arm. It's the oddest thing. Silver is at least a good 3 inches shorter, and Green easily complies-letting himself be taken by two stronger men.
Silver stands, staring at me-but I don't have the will to move. I can't even look into his eyes! My head is just….just…..
All I can feel are his lips pushing against mine.
"Blue?"
"I'm c-coming. Just….Just give me a sec ok? I need to think for a moment." I mutter, staring intently on the ground. Silver's voice rings in my ears.
"Blue, now is really not the time to lose your head and take time to 'think' We have to go. NOW."
Green:
This. Is. All. Her. Fault.
Red:
"Blue! Thank god you're here. Well done by the way!"
"I'm going to my room." She mumbles, brushing past me as she makes her way sullenly out of sight.
"She's just tired Sir." Silver says behind me, and I nod slowly. That must be it….
Ah! No matter!
"Forward at all speed ahead! To the open ocean my friends!" I exclaim, a cheer escapes as the sails are raised, and the wheel is turned-and our ship heads back into the womb of safety, just as light breaks on the horizon.
X-X-X-X-X
Normal:
"What news do you bring of man? Speak! Speak louder!"
The man shivers, his voice louder and squeakier-"T-they've escaped sir. The R-red captain has f-fled."
"NO!"
The glass of wine shatters loudly as it makes impact with the floor, the blood red drink seeping out into an ominous puddle by their feet.
The man shrieks again, throwing his arms in frustration as he storms out of the dark cabin and onto his deck. His crew look up in surprise, the tears of fear glassy on their iris's.
"PETRALLLLL!"
"Y-yes S-sir?"
"I want to set sail NOW! Awake the crew! Quit these childish games," (here he kicks the barrel atop of which a deck of dealt cards sit), "AND HURRY! We must catch them!"
"But s-sir….We haven't sold all o-our materials or set affairs with your d-debtors and-"
"SILENCE! I SAY WE WILL LEAVE NOW!" The monster grabs the blue haired man who had spoken by his collar, picking him up by the collar. The victim whimpers, his eyes shut tight in fear. The tormentor scowls, throwing the man down onto the planks of his ship.
"SIR! We have news!" This time, a woman with red hair speaks. She has just come aboard, and she pants heavily. Behind her, men who had come with her bring goods. A extremely tattooed one holds a mysterious wiggling sack that emits odd noises. This man steps forward next to the woman.
"Speak Arianna, and do not disappoint!" The monster growls, and Arianna smirks.
She nods to the comrade beside her, and the sack is emptied unceremoniously onto the floor, revealing a small wriggling blonde boy, bound , gagged, and looking ferocious.
The leader scowls, his hands clenching into tight fists.
"I do not have time to take children as hostage! Why have you brought this child here! Take him, kill him, THROW HIM FOR THE CELLAR! For god's sake-We don't need a hostage!
Arianna's smile hover grows even smugger.
"My liege. This dwarf is affiliated with The Red Captain. You may become familiar upon hearing his code name-the Elf."
Here, the monster of a captain looks up, his eyes full of rare surprise and pleasure-and the woman in front of him practically melts to see him happy for once.
The man with the tattoos fills in gruffly, "Found 'im 'ust as he was packing his things. These big beasties attacked us-but Ken got 'im with his s'harpoons.
The words sink into the Mind of the Captain and slowly, a smile spreads across his rough ugly cheek's, the scars paining contradicting the pleasure.
"Take him to my room."
Daisy:
Bill and I sit silently by the window, our calculus long forgotten as we watch the rusty army washed, polished, primed, and reprimanded as it slowly, but steadily-got back to where it an army should be.
In the distance, can see dark heavy clouds rising above the ocean our men will have to pass to reach the enemies gates. Their battle will ensue once more, and the sacrifice of blood that had been held back now for 7 months will be reborn.
I feel goose bumps trailing down my back at the thought. Death would begin. Who would die in this shattering war? My parents, my grandmother, my cousins, my friends, comrades, people…would die.
I feel my eyes get blurry, and I try to stay still-hoping if I do so, the tears will not be jarred and moved.
A drop falls onto the parchment, spreading the ink like black blood blooming in white oceans.
I feel Bill's hand all of a sudden squeezing mine, and all of a sudden, more of those beads are escaping my eyes-little sailors abandoning ship. And bill is all of a sudden standing, and holding me. He turns me to face him, and I'm crying in his nice pressed shirt that he wears so often because it is his best one and he secretly does so to please me.
My tears (though I beg) do not stop, and along with them, sobs escape my throat as bill holds me-stroking my hair and whispering sweet naught.
I had forgotten what tears taste like.
Bill:
She cries, holding me tightly-words spilling out between sobs as she frustrates her anger and sadness, and I feel helpless as I whisper the lie we had all been whispering since the war began.
Shhh….It shall be alright. No one will get hurt…The war shall be over before you know it!
We are in this position for a long time, long past when she finally she stops crying. Her puffy red eyes are buried in the nape of my neck, and her salty tears are drying and becoming itchy on my skin.
I close my eyes, and lay my head against hers, the glassy beads rolling softly down my cheek and nestling into the silky strands of her her luscious locks.
Normal:
The door opens, and King Oak's heart skips a beat as his eyes adjust to the sight.
The pair look up, red and puffy eyes distinct-a left shoulder clearly drenched, fear and sadness tinged in their facial expressions.
"Grandfather?" The soft but strained voice calls, and all of a sudden-the Old king remembers a time of hearing the same voice in the gardens-laughing and playing with a family that was full, alive, and untainted.
"S-sir I can e-explain-"The young man stands unsteadily, his soft helping hands retracting from the girl he was holding. The old king watches her wither and shrink without his touch, and he rushes forward, clothes rustling.
"There is nothing to explain." He says softly, and in one arm, he gathers up his grand-daughter, and the other-his subject; and the old king, the young princess, and the poor young man who lived in a broken cottage with a dying mother, cried out their sorrows as the candles blew out with the wind.
Duke Palmer:
Walking down the hall ways of the Imperial palace is always eye catching in that there are almost a million things going on at once.
Servants run around with clean linen in their hands, and giggles on their lips-soft words speaking of rumors about the stable hands love relations and if they had seen the Queen's new gown?
A wonderful smell is always wafting down the hallways, either of food or drink, or of the perfume oil of jasmine and sakura the maids' burn in their dusted corners.
The hallways of the palace stream light through their colored windows, and laughter ripples through the walls like waves in a ocean-seemingly never ending. The happiness of this royal family though stained with blood, death, and betrayal-had always existed. Barely at some points, but enough that it could be sown and grown again. Birth of children, and a new marriage with a daughter already to be had, the sound of young laughter echoing across them premises, later to be replaced with the awkward sounds of the violin, and the recitation of Latin verbs…..
The halls today are silent.
"Sir Duke? The General has called. He would like to present to you the cavalry he has a assembled." A servant bows his usually loud voice more somber today.
"Of course. I shall be down in mere minutes."
The servant leaves, and my gaze shifts to the window as the sunlight fades a cloud being the culprit. Dark clouds grow on the horizon, and the sunlight is being masked forcefully.
Arcaeus new the coming war would be its last.
The fattest splatter of blood that would end in the silence of the world.
A/N: and FINALLY finished! 17 pages, 6000 words…..Oh god, this took FOREVER. But YES. We at LAST have a insight into our evil, a scandalous kiss in our midst, and everything is FINALLY beginning to tie up!
I hope all of you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it's late-but better late than never yes? XD I hope to be updating soon, Christmas at least….So please people! Review! Tell me what you think! Comments, concerns, ideas, any way to improve myself-PLEASE DO NOT BE SHY! I love hearing from you guys.
I hope you few readers who read this have a happy thanksgiving, and I'll be seeing you around!
And Solidad is OUT. XD