The Hidden Disaster
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm so sorry about keeping you guys waiting… I had to write this short story for my teacher and it was due in a few days. Sadly, I wrote, like, 21 pages and found out that it was a bit too much (my friends had around 15 or 18). I also had to continue my other fics, I'm currently working on a fairy tale and I think, in my opinion, it is my best work so far. Can you guys try to take time and read it? Thanks. Sorry for the delay, luckily, one of my friends urged me into continuing this fic. She is very persistent…^_~
D: Um…the characters aren't mine. Except for…James and Sarah (who I am not exactly proud of…) !!!
Chapter Three: Old Friends?
Lyra and James scrambled to stay hidden from sight. However, the search boats caught up quickly and forced the gypsy's boat to a stop.
"What're you got in there John Faa? Fugitives? A golden-brown haired girl, accompanied by a blonde boy was seen entering your ship. Come on, speak up now."
Lyra could see the gypsy's leader's deadly gaze as he looked upon the captain. Pan bared his teeth in defiance of the captain's orders.
"We've got nothing, sir. Least of all, children. If there were any, they'd be our own. Now go cluck over some other nest, you overgrown chicken."
The captain looked as if he were about to burst. He strolled back to the center of the deck.
"You're lucky I haven't got a legal search document. I bet your hiding them right now, unlawful gypsy! Wait till I get back, you hear?"
John Faa had already started to steer his craft away from the yelling captain and was thinking hard. Slowly, he turned to face Lyra and James.
"What are you doing here again, Lyra? Who's the new boy? Don't tell me your going to search for Will again!"
Lyra stared grimly on the wooden floor. Her hands were clenched firmly before her and her mouth was set in a stubborn appearance. Pan sat up straightly beside his mistress, encouraging her to go on.
"I have to, John Faa, I must see him one more time. What if he's in trouble?"
"Miss Silvertongue, I assure you that no harm has come to Will, why if anything happened, don't you think the angels would tell you by now?"
Both Lyra and Pan looked at each other, knowing that something was wrong, even if they didn't understand what it was.
Will's world a.k.a. OURS ~
"Mother, really you must rest, don't waste your energy, I can do the chores."
"No, no. Watering flowers aren't such a big deal, besides, I need fresh air!"
"But you have a fever, a very high one; in fact, I think it was over 100!"
"Oh, do be quiet. The neighbors will hear us quarreling. Now, go inside, I can take care of the gardens. Do you hear me?"
Will lowered his head in defeat and trudged back inside the house. The least he could do for his mother was to make dinner. Quietly, he assembled the ingredients that would be need for food tonight. When suddenly, he heard a crash and ran outside. Running on the cement, he felt something crunch and looked down. It was his mother's broken watering can! A burst of giggling attracted his attention and he turned to face the direction in which the noise came from. He saw the group of females and shook his head, was his mother so easily surprised?
"Oh dear, it's been so long, how is your daughter?"
"She's doing quiet well, got good grades and everything. Why, Mrs. Parry, is that your handsome son?"
Will felt three pairs of eyes stare at him, but he didn't meet any of them. Continuing to concentrate on the ground, he asked.
"Would you like to come in for some tea? I will prepare it soon, just relax in the guestroom."
The strange woman made a gesture of fainting and fanned herself with an old- fashioned fan.
"Oh my, your son is a perfect gentleman! Now, Sarah, those are the perfect qualities your future husband should have."
Will turned around and scowled quietly. He entered the kitchen, again, and started to prepare the delicacies. When he was pouring in the scalding water, the girl entered the room.
"Hello Will, I have heard much about you. Where are you from?"
Despite her friendly greeting, he could see that deep within her eyes was a void filled with poison. Her dark blue eyes showed no emotion when she smiled and her lips were thin and dry.
"How much you've heard 'bout me?"
"Just enough. I'm from Russia, my eyes come from my American mother, but my hair is from my Russian dad."
Will looked over into the guestroom and, sure enough, her mother was a brunette. He turned and smiled thinly at her.
"You might want to settle down, as soon as this cools, I'll pass it out."
The girl gave a curt nod and went over beside her mom and sat on the toffee- colored plush sofa. Will gathered the items on an elegant tray and walked over to where they were sitting. Carefully, he placed the tray down and settled himself by his own mother.
Kirjava, unseen by others, sat quietly on the cupboard, observing the mysterious girl.
A/N: Ooo…a new girl… Wonder if I should make her a threat or not. Or maybe I can add in some other obstacles. ^_^ I'll update to let you guys find out. As for now, bubbie.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm so sorry about keeping you guys waiting… I had to write this short story for my teacher and it was due in a few days. Sadly, I wrote, like, 21 pages and found out that it was a bit too much (my friends had around 15 or 18). I also had to continue my other fics, I'm currently working on a fairy tale and I think, in my opinion, it is my best work so far. Can you guys try to take time and read it? Thanks. Sorry for the delay, luckily, one of my friends urged me into continuing this fic. She is very persistent…^_~
D: Um…the characters aren't mine. Except for…James and Sarah (who I am not exactly proud of…) !!!
Chapter Three: Old Friends?
Lyra and James scrambled to stay hidden from sight. However, the search boats caught up quickly and forced the gypsy's boat to a stop.
"What're you got in there John Faa? Fugitives? A golden-brown haired girl, accompanied by a blonde boy was seen entering your ship. Come on, speak up now."
Lyra could see the gypsy's leader's deadly gaze as he looked upon the captain. Pan bared his teeth in defiance of the captain's orders.
"We've got nothing, sir. Least of all, children. If there were any, they'd be our own. Now go cluck over some other nest, you overgrown chicken."
The captain looked as if he were about to burst. He strolled back to the center of the deck.
"You're lucky I haven't got a legal search document. I bet your hiding them right now, unlawful gypsy! Wait till I get back, you hear?"
John Faa had already started to steer his craft away from the yelling captain and was thinking hard. Slowly, he turned to face Lyra and James.
"What are you doing here again, Lyra? Who's the new boy? Don't tell me your going to search for Will again!"
Lyra stared grimly on the wooden floor. Her hands were clenched firmly before her and her mouth was set in a stubborn appearance. Pan sat up straightly beside his mistress, encouraging her to go on.
"I have to, John Faa, I must see him one more time. What if he's in trouble?"
"Miss Silvertongue, I assure you that no harm has come to Will, why if anything happened, don't you think the angels would tell you by now?"
Both Lyra and Pan looked at each other, knowing that something was wrong, even if they didn't understand what it was.
Will's world a.k.a. OURS ~
"Mother, really you must rest, don't waste your energy, I can do the chores."
"No, no. Watering flowers aren't such a big deal, besides, I need fresh air!"
"But you have a fever, a very high one; in fact, I think it was over 100!"
"Oh, do be quiet. The neighbors will hear us quarreling. Now, go inside, I can take care of the gardens. Do you hear me?"
Will lowered his head in defeat and trudged back inside the house. The least he could do for his mother was to make dinner. Quietly, he assembled the ingredients that would be need for food tonight. When suddenly, he heard a crash and ran outside. Running on the cement, he felt something crunch and looked down. It was his mother's broken watering can! A burst of giggling attracted his attention and he turned to face the direction in which the noise came from. He saw the group of females and shook his head, was his mother so easily surprised?
"Oh dear, it's been so long, how is your daughter?"
"She's doing quiet well, got good grades and everything. Why, Mrs. Parry, is that your handsome son?"
Will felt three pairs of eyes stare at him, but he didn't meet any of them. Continuing to concentrate on the ground, he asked.
"Would you like to come in for some tea? I will prepare it soon, just relax in the guestroom."
The strange woman made a gesture of fainting and fanned herself with an old- fashioned fan.
"Oh my, your son is a perfect gentleman! Now, Sarah, those are the perfect qualities your future husband should have."
Will turned around and scowled quietly. He entered the kitchen, again, and started to prepare the delicacies. When he was pouring in the scalding water, the girl entered the room.
"Hello Will, I have heard much about you. Where are you from?"
Despite her friendly greeting, he could see that deep within her eyes was a void filled with poison. Her dark blue eyes showed no emotion when she smiled and her lips were thin and dry.
"How much you've heard 'bout me?"
"Just enough. I'm from Russia, my eyes come from my American mother, but my hair is from my Russian dad."
Will looked over into the guestroom and, sure enough, her mother was a brunette. He turned and smiled thinly at her.
"You might want to settle down, as soon as this cools, I'll pass it out."
The girl gave a curt nod and went over beside her mom and sat on the toffee- colored plush sofa. Will gathered the items on an elegant tray and walked over to where they were sitting. Carefully, he placed the tray down and settled himself by his own mother.
Kirjava, unseen by others, sat quietly on the cupboard, observing the mysterious girl.
A/N: Ooo…a new girl… Wonder if I should make her a threat or not. Or maybe I can add in some other obstacles. ^_^ I'll update to let you guys find out. As for now, bubbie.