Royalty

Alright, so now we're back on Sarah and Donald.

Sarah's POV

Getting in was simple enough, but we had to find a tomb under the place, which isn't as easy as it sounds. And heck, it doesn't sound easy at all. We walked around the palace before we both went into the bathroom. I located the vent in the wall and managed to pull it open and crawl inside. Donald was already in there.

"Where do we go from here, Sheila?"

"We have to find a way to get downstairs. There has to be an elevator or something somewhere." I started crawling through the vent and Donald followed. "So is the Queen here?"

That was when the gun-shot went off. There was the sound of up-roar. "That can't be good."

"It has to be-"

"But how did she-"

"That must mean-"

"They're here!" we shouted simultaneously.

"She followed them."

"I hope they're okay." We kept moving until I dropped to the floor in an empty corridor. There was an elevator right in front of us. We heard foot-steps coming up the hallway.

"Hurry." I pressed the button and the door opened. We ran in and managed to get the door closed before they saw us. We ran out when we reached the bottom floor.

"Now where in the world would it be?"

"We have a whole floor and a red-head that wants to kill us, mate. We need to solve this fast."

We started pacing and walking around. I got frustrated easily. "I give up! We can't do this! What was I thinking?!" Donald knelt down to my height and grabbed my shoulders.

"Hey! We can do this. You have figured out countless puzzles and traps and tricks and saved our lives. You can do this. Just think." I nodded, and closed my eyes.

I went over everything we had been through, all the clues and signs. It came to me gradually. "Let's look around." We walked through the hallway, searching every nook and cranny. And then I spotted it.



In the corner was a picture of King Arthur and Gwenivere. "Someone knew it was here when they built it, but he kept the secret safe." I dropped to the floor and pulled up the carpet revealing a tile floor. I tapped on it, and it was hollow. Donald grabbed a hammer out of the back-pack he was carrying.

"I picked this up after the Great Wall. I thought we might end up needing it." He brought it down and smashed the tile. There was a tunnel leading down. I jumped through and landed in a room below, Donald right behind me. On the wall was a carving in Latin.

"It says, 'My ancestors before me kept the king safe. Lancelot, one of them, betrayed the king and his trust making him unworthy to obtain the great treasure he took to his grave. It was he who buried Arthur with his prize, feeling he did not have the honor to possess it. He built his own simple tomb after all the others had gone. I found this chamber, but knew my family was not worthy of it, so I had it hid. If you have found this place, then you must be more worthy than I. But be warned, Lancelot felt so bad he had the other knights design traps and tricks to protect their king. You will face obstacles beyond anything you've seen before, and hard choices lurk ahead. Just remember, only Arthur could pull Excalibur out of the stone'."

"What did that last bit mean?"

"I think it means only the person that is meant to have the sword will be able to obtain it." I turned towards the steps that led down. "You think we're worthy?"

"There's really only one way to find out." Donald cautiously started down the stairs and I followed him. We went down for what seemed to be forever until we came to a path that split into six with a tree in a green ring. "This must be Gawain's trap."

"I wasn't there for that one."

"Aww, the floor just completely fell in. It wasn't really that bad. Which way though?"

We looked at all the different directions. "How about we split up, Sheila? We'll holler if we need each other. That way we'll get it done faster." I nodded and started at the far left, he took the next one over. It got darker as I walked until I finally saw light at the end of the tunnel. I walked out onto a platform. It immediately sank low enough that I couldn't reach the floor up above me. I saw I was in a big rectangular room with five similar platforms. The platforms were far apart enough that there was no hope of jumping to another. There was one chandelier up above, casting light over the whole room.

I spotted Donald coming a different way. "Donald, don't-"his platform sank too. We were both trapped.

"What do we do now?!"

"I don't know, you're the idea person." I looked all down and saw a straight drop of inky blackness. I pulled out a rock and dropped it. It was a long while before I heard the tiniest thud and the biggest crunch. "Jumping is not an option."



We each stood there for a while, but then I heard voices. They had caught up. Before I could call out, they came out of four different doorways and their platforms sank.

"Dad!"

"Sarah!"

"Sarah!"

"Grandpa!"

"Molly!"

"Donald!"

"Indy!"

"Junior!"

"Dad!"

"Sallah!"

"I think that's enough." Dad was examining the room. "How do we get back up?" He turned his back and rubbed the wall. "Hey! I've got some words here!" I turned and did the same. "I do too." Everyone soon replied the same.

Grandpa turned to us. "Mine has a one in Latin followed by a line. 'You're farther down but you want to be up.'"

I was excited. "Mine has a two. 'For all to win-'"

"'One must fall.'" Molly replied.

"I'm fourth. 'The ultimate price to be close to nature-'"

"I can't read Latin well mate, but it's something like 'must be payed by one.'"

"I can't read Latin at all."

" So what I get out of it," I started, "is that our weight is pulled us down. And for all of us to get back up, one platform has to lose that weight."

"In conclusion, someone has to jump."

"And I tested it, and there's no way that one person is going to live. We can't reach the other platforms or get back up."

"But… who?"



We all looked at each other, silent as the grave. Sallah was looking down, Dad at Molly, Molly at Dad, Grandpa at Donald, Donald at me, and my eyes just flew everywhere.

"I'll go." I started towards the edge.

"Sarah, you step back!"

"There's nothing you can do to stop me. I'm not about to let any of you die."

"No! It is not going to be you! I'd rather it be me before you."

"Then how about you jump and get us all out of this mess seeing as it's your fault."

"My fault?"

"These two took off because of you!"

"Molly, just be quiet!"

"I won't Donald. I'm not going to let him make you jump yet again!"

"What does that mean?!"

"You always leave him behind!"

"Molly, you're not my girlfriend anymore, so stay out of my life!"

Everyone had their eyes on Molly as she got ready for the come-back. The only thing we could use to stop each other was our words. It was all up to one person.

What were we going to do?

No one wanted to jump.

But someone had to take the plunge.

I hate karma.

R&R. Lots of reviews will get cookies, jk, I'm not that desperate for reviews…yet. So who would you like to take the jump… stupid question you're all thinking because the author is magically going to save them all. We'll just have to see, Molly's getting on my nerves. I'm kidding again.

Have a fun week and I'll be back soon.