AN: This chapter contains cannibalism. Sorry about that.
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Ch 7
NESS AND WENDY
Loud whirring was heard through the docking area over the sound of crackling thunder and pounding rain. Two figures were visible on the deck. Both were wearing heavy yellow rain jackets to prevent the two getting wet.
As they docked, Wendy noticed that there was a lot more ships then usual.
As the duo headed down the gangplank, Wendy was immediately tackled by half of her brothers.
The boys began chattering to their sister, telling her things that had happened so far. As they did so, Roy stepped up to Ness, embracing him like a long lost brother.
''Ness, welcome to Darkland , my friend. I apologize for bringing you here on such short notice."
Ness bowed slightly as Roy let go.
''Prince Roy of Darkland. It is an honour to finally meet you in person. It wasn't a problem for me to come here. Also, could we please drop the formalities?They make my head hurt. I have to go through them enough with Prince Poo."
Roy began to chuckle.
"I think we can do tha-...Wendy why have you stopped?"
Wendy had stopped dead when she saw her grandfather stepping into the docking bay.
Reaching into her shell, she pulled out a red and white striped ring which began to glow.
Morton Sr. Eyed the ring weapon and simply began to laugh.
"Dear Granddaughter, I'm not here to hurt anyone. And if I was , I'd have done it by now, and you would all be dead. I'm here to help your father , nothing more , nothing less."
As Roy attempted to explain what was going on to Wendy, Ness stayed very close to his friend, eyeing the enormous Koopa apprehensively. He was much bigger then Bowser, so he was told. Ness suspected that if Morton were to punch someone, that he would end up causing internal damage. Either that or tearing a hole through someone.
"Roy...he won't attack us, will he?" Ness asked nervously. He knew that Morton had SAID he wouldn't , but he didn't trust him. One hand was moving towards the bat in his backpack.
Roy laid a hand across Ness's hand.
"Not unless he wants a fight. Don't worry Ness, you're safe. And if he tries anything, Father will kick his ass."
''Yes I will." Came a rumbling voice from the doorway. As Wendy turned, she noticed that her father was still wearing a black shell.
Still mourning. She noted before throwing herself into his arms with a squeal.
"DADDY!"
Bowser embraced his daughter happily. He had to admit, he had missed her terribly when she was gone.
"Go get freshened up. Supper is in an hour. Roy, go show your friend to his quarters. /Morton/'' His voice was dripping with venom. '' Stop purposely agitating my daughter. You're supposed to be meeting Syrio Toadstool in a half hour. Don't fuck it up."
As Morton watched his son and grandchildren go, his lips curled into a snarl.
"Keep on pissing me off.'' He muttered under his breath. ''Maybe I WONT tell him she's alive now."
Thalia
Drip
Drip
Drip
How many days had it been now?
Thalia had completely lost track. All she knew was that they had not been fed in a long , long time.
Of course they had started rationing their food when they got locked up, however, even the rations had run out by this point.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Of course, they had water to drink now. The solitary cell window opened to the outside and it had rained almost non stop for three days. As most of the water had flown into the cell, they had used their helmets to catch the flowing water and were rationing it to one mouthful a day.
DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
Tensions were running high in the horrifically smelling cell. To her horror, a small handful of the hundred troops that were left had resorted to cannibalism. Thalia had firmly turned her head to the bars that day and had tried to ignore the horrific sounds of her troops feasting on their fallen comrades.
A knife of pain tore through her stomach as she smelled the rancidly sweet corpses. Bile rose to her throat, but she fought to keep it down. The last thing she needed was to become dehydrated.
''Thalia?"
As Thalia turned her head, one of her troops approached. He was a young man of twenty named Rickan.
"Ma'am. I know you don't approve of what they are doing-'' He began.
"Well thats a fucking understatement." Thalia was surprised by the raspiness of her voice.
Rickan pressed on.
"But you need to eat or you'll die."
There was a pregnant pause between the two.
"Then I'd rather die.'' Thalia snarled softly. ''I will not dishonour our dead like that. If our troops are choosing to do such horrific things , then I wash my hands of them. ''She took a tiny mouthful of water from her helm before putting it down again.
"I'll be fine Rickan." She assured.
A small bit of bread was pushed into her hand.
As she turned to look at him with astonished eyes, he whispered, "It was the last piece I had. Take it. You need it more then me.''
Thalia quickly began nibbling on it. She actually whimpered from happiness, feeling her stomach give a lurch as she fought to keep it down.
Cold rage filled her body as she glanced down at her armour. She had taken it off earlier that week and it had sat there every since , taunting her.
She slammed her hand against the bars in anger.
"For all my talk of being a warrior, I cannot even save my own people!" She seethed.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Drip drip drip stomp stomp stomp
As the footsteps grew louder, Thalia began to pray.
Please, if there is a god.. Please let them be bringing food.
As the footsteps stopped and the person stepped into the light, Thalia felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
"T-Tyrion?"