She swung the weapon with ease and took off running after the beast jumping up to its shoulder and started slicing away at its back making it go wild. "Easy," She mumbles and spins the sword around and sinks the blade into its back killing it instantaneously. The beast fell, slumping on the ground and the only reason why the killer didn't fall off its back because she held onto the hilt digging the blade into the flesh. She seemed so rough, hard-shelled, and in short evil. "Don't tell her you saw me alright?" The girl whispered. "Then tell me your name," Henry bargained speaking flatly. The girl hesitated but eventually saying "You can call me A." 'A? That's an odd name' Henry thinks but says instead "Okay A, will I ever see you again?" "Only if you look," Her demeanor changed almost entirely. She seemed tense, softer, mysterious, but not dangerous.
"Well I did tell you that you had to look," She replies flatly. The male releases his sword and it slid back into its sheath. "Are you sure that you don't want to keep that sword out?" Then in that memory, she was like the girl the first met, tense, an edge to her, yet playful like she couldn't wait for something. "What, is the ball dancing the same as it was in the other world?" She was curious, playful; something that he liked about her. She was fascinated by what the world could bring and what types of different skills were there, but she takes what information she gets and tries to piece the rest together by herself.
She isn't like Violet, his long term girlfriend because Violet was fascinated about the little things from Henrys world but she couldn't get enough of it; she keeps wanting to know more which Henry can't give her.
Coughing brought Henry out of his dream with his thoughts crushed as well. He lifted his head off of the pillow looking towards the cougher and saw A coughing and taking in air as if she was on a sugar high. "A," Henry mumbled an excited tone noticeable. "Henry? Where are we?" She asked through her coughing fit. "We're back at my…castle," He finishes stopping himself from saying home. "So what happened and how long have I been out?" She questions getting straight to the point. "Alright," He answers telling her what happened after she cut his arm to let her go. "And my second questions answer is…" She trails off waiting for a response her now dry hair hanging over her sapphire like eyes looking at the teen expectantly. "You've only been out for a few hours and it's now 11:00 at night," he answers looking at his clock. A looks down observing herself. She remembered her fall down the cliff; it was seconds that brought her slamming into the water, but it felt like for every before her body plummeted into the water.
The second Henry let go of her it was obvious that he wanted to reach out to her and grab As' hand again, yet it was too late. She was remembering her own family her own life and then she hit the cliff. Her arm hit the side of the cliff and he felt the bruises forming. Her chest harshly slid down the cliff face breaking the front of her dark blue cloak and scratched up her neck and she felt the cheap cloth of her shirt break. Then the pain reached her head and she could see black only for what felt like forever and she felt the blood drip down her forehead sliding down the side of her head. She didn't feel immediately when her body hit the water and she couldn't see the water in front of her either. She had guessed that her body was paralyzed in fear or shock so she couldn't swim up to the surface. Her brain shut down so her small amount of magic couldn't save her. Eventually she ran out of breath and aloud the water to crawl into her lungs and let her already shut down mind to drift off. At the very least no one would be coming after her anymore. She knew then and there that she would die in this sea of water all alone
At least that's what she thought. The next think she knew she woke up trying to breathe and tried moving her head around fighting to cough but it one and she started hacking up odd amounts of water and alerted the boy who was now at her side hat she was awake and very much alive. "Are you alright?" Henry asked reaching out towards A. "I'm fine Henry," She replies moving out of his reach and gets out of the bed and slightly wobbles over to a full length mirror hanging by an ancient dresser.
A studies herself in a light blue dress that had a patterned neckline with tank top like sleeves that draped down to her ankles. Her hair was messily spiraling down her back and rested at her waist. She also notices that her forehead gash had been patched up along with her bruised arms and wrists. Wait-her wrists. Tearing herself away from the mirror A runs over to Henry and violently shakes him "Henry where are they,"
"Where's what?" Concern took over Henrys voice as he sees the panic in his friends' eyes. "My wrist blades," She croaks desperation taking her over. She can't be separated from them for long or else he'll track her easily and more consequences will start before then. And if Henry was right then she must've been separated from them for hours since she separated with Henry while it was still light out. He must know where she is by now. "Henry I need you to do something for me; no questions alright?" She asks. "Yeah I guess, but what is it?" "I need you to get my wrist knives, now," She rushes pulling Henry off the bed and let him scurry put of the room looking for her weapon.
Ten minutes later Henry still wasn't back and A took to pacing his room and looking at all of the clocks in his room. There were at the least eighteen and they were all silent most likely from some sort of enchantment. (Henry has a large collection of clocks. A close look at his bedroom reveals he has at least eighteen different clocks. ("The Thing You Love Most", "The Price of Gold", "The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter", "The Stable Boy") That's right, I Once Wiki-d it)
The door opened and A looked at the door hoping it was Henry with her wrist knives; no such luck and her breathing began getting heavy. "Hey are alright?" Came the figure at the door. She's a blonde and she was wearing a white blouse from this world along with the black pants and brown boots. The only thing from her attire that wasn't from this realm was the red leather jacket that looks slightly out of place. "Where are my things," A asked an edge to her voice hoping that Henry didn't tell his mother anything about her. "Relax, you can get them, but my son Henry found you in the ocean at the body of a cliff. We just want to know your name." 'I guess lucks making things up to me' A thinks crushing a small smile that was about to appear on her face. "Look I just want my things and then I'll leave you all alone." The younger girl replied to the older woman. Emma could tell that she was telling the truth so she motioned for the girl to follow her and started leading her down the hall.
"Your son…Henry; I asked him to get my things for me, but he never came back," A told her and was responded to with "Well he ran into me and so I ended up coming to get you myself."With that said all conversation ceased until they entered a room with its structure similar to Henrys, but the details and coloring of everything was completely different. The blond moved to a corner of a room and picked up a wooden box and brought it over to A, who in turn put it down on the bed and started emptying the contents. "This is my room," The woman began "I'll be waiting outside," Before Emma could leave A stopped her. "Why are you trusting me?"
"You didn't hurt Henry so why would you hurt me," Emma stated matter of fact tone being stopped again by a small laugh coming from her bed."What's so funny?" The Savior asked "Well you see, your son told me something similar to what you said; I can tell that you two are related," A replies suppressing another laugh, this time for a different and crazier reason and started organizing her things while Emma left the room.
A slid the blue dress off of her body, pulling on her black pants and knee high boots heart beats afterwards and threw on her diamond ended top a minute later. Heaving a sigh, she picks up her wrist knives or wrist guards. You could honestly call them either one because they're a big dark colored metal that wrapped around her wrists with knives that with a click of a button popped out above the top of her hand, the blade extending till her knuckles. As shown from A saving Henry the metal is incredibly strong so the Wrist Knives work both as a defensive and offensive weapon.
A pulls them onto her wrists with another heavy sigh and she knows that he must know where she is by now. The only way he wouldn't if he'd be stupid, and someone whose A has been running from for so long wouldn't be stupid or even try to afford a slip up with her because honestly if A doesn't want to be found then she won't be found; she made sure of that a long time ago. Looking in a small mirror resting above the dresser in a golden frame A pulls back her hair absentmindedly and the immediately let go letting the wavy locks hit her waist again.
Leaving the room the older woman takes me towards what the younger presumes the front door-gate-thing. "Mom!" A voice called that the two girls immediately recognized as Henry. "Let me talk to her; there hasn't been anyone but Violet I can talk to around my age," "What's your point kid," Emma responds earning her sons rushed answer of 'Let me talk to her, we might need her and…stuff' For the second time that day A suppress' a laugh while Emma gives her son and odd look but leaves the two alone heading towards the Council Room.
"Hi, I'm Henry," Henry reintroduces like the duo have never met before that day. So A came to a decision, she wasn't sure why the next words flew out of her mouth yet at the same time she knew that it had to be more than Henry saving herself and unknowingly probably killed the both of them and so much more innocent lives. She decided doing something stupid herself and so she said something that she promised herself that she wouldn't even listen to ever again.
"Hi Henry, I'm Alice."