A/N: Don't y'all love the suspense? And, get this, you won't find out who
the 'Mystery Girl' is for a few more chapters!! Tee-Hee! So, keep on
reviewing and I'll keep on going!
~*zanuas917*~
" I don't want to rest, Mandy!" I said wiping more blood off of my arm where it had scratched the branch, " I'm perfectly fine!"
" No your not," Mandy said stubbornly, " You are hurt and you just fought Belinda. No complaining!"
I opened my mouth to complain, because I had to and I wanted to, but for some reason I couldn't talk. I flexed my jaw and tried again to talk. Again, no noise came out.
Mandy grabbed my shoulders and steered me to a bed next to Simon. He had an ugly bruise above his left eye and his face was sagged and limp. Dried blood made dribbles on his normally surprisingly handsome features. He looked a mess.
I peered into the mirror that we passed on the way to the bed. I saw a girl with rumpled brown hair and silver eyes staring back. Her chin was bruised and at the very tip of her nose rested the only mark that she had fought a powerful fairy, a sapphire bump.
Suddenly, I realized that girl was I! It was stupid of me to think that a reflection in a mirror was not my own.
Mandy firmly but gently shoved me into the bed next to Simon and threw a warm blanket around my aching shoulders. I had snuggled under a similar blanket every time I was ill, but it felt particularly comfortable then.
I watched Mandy's hand dive into her apron, and almost screamed when I saw a spoon and a box of tonic in it.
" Please, Mandy," I said in a whine, " You know I hate taking Tonic. Besides, it won't help me much now. It'll probably make me gag!"
Mandy giggled, " You mother protested all of the time too. And you know what? She still had to take Tonic. Three spoons."
I sighed and slowly opened my mouth, bracing myself for the slippery, cold spoonful that left a feeling that it was still there, even when it was gone.
Three spoonfuls, like three uncooperative frogs slithering down my throat. But, they brought comfort, and my pain lessened.
Mandy bustled out of the room to tend to Mom and Dad, especially Dad. Mandy had told me that he wasn't feeling very well, and memories of Samone's prophecy returned in an overwhelming flood.
Dad was to be stricken with Daria's Disease, and Simon and I had to go and find the cure, tonight.
I heard some shuffling in the bed next to me. I turned and spied Simon, sitting up and looking at me with his bright blue eyes, as if he wanted to talk to me.
Quickly, I looked around the room for something to write on. I found some light stationary and a quill. Mom had taught us how to write with a quill.
' What do you want?' I wrote and handed the paper to Simon. He read it, scribbled something on it, and handed it back.
' I need to talk to you, badly.' was the reply
' Well, hurry!' I scribbled quickly and tossed the paper back again. Back and forth went the paper.
' We need to prepare for the quest soon, if now.'
' I know, but what will we need?'
' Paper for one. Paper and a quill and some clothes. Maybe a toothbrush, and a candle is your scared!' Simon teased.
' Shut up!'
' I am.' I giggled a little at Simon's joke. He really didn't take his curse as seriously as I did.
' Ok, what do you think we need to do?'
' Besides get hitched?' More of Simon's humor
' Yeah!'
' Probably not much. All the prophecy says is that we need to get married. If we do have to do anything else, we probably won't need anything to do it.'
' Good. I'm going to go pack for the both of us. You need to sleep!'
' You sound like Mandy!' Simon scribbled quickly and kept the paper. He laid back on his pillow and closed his eyes. I looked at the clock. It was almost 11:30. Thirty minutes until Dad was stricken with the disease, and no time to waste.
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" I don't want to rest, Mandy!" I said wiping more blood off of my arm where it had scratched the branch, " I'm perfectly fine!"
" No your not," Mandy said stubbornly, " You are hurt and you just fought Belinda. No complaining!"
I opened my mouth to complain, because I had to and I wanted to, but for some reason I couldn't talk. I flexed my jaw and tried again to talk. Again, no noise came out.
Mandy grabbed my shoulders and steered me to a bed next to Simon. He had an ugly bruise above his left eye and his face was sagged and limp. Dried blood made dribbles on his normally surprisingly handsome features. He looked a mess.
I peered into the mirror that we passed on the way to the bed. I saw a girl with rumpled brown hair and silver eyes staring back. Her chin was bruised and at the very tip of her nose rested the only mark that she had fought a powerful fairy, a sapphire bump.
Suddenly, I realized that girl was I! It was stupid of me to think that a reflection in a mirror was not my own.
Mandy firmly but gently shoved me into the bed next to Simon and threw a warm blanket around my aching shoulders. I had snuggled under a similar blanket every time I was ill, but it felt particularly comfortable then.
I watched Mandy's hand dive into her apron, and almost screamed when I saw a spoon and a box of tonic in it.
" Please, Mandy," I said in a whine, " You know I hate taking Tonic. Besides, it won't help me much now. It'll probably make me gag!"
Mandy giggled, " You mother protested all of the time too. And you know what? She still had to take Tonic. Three spoons."
I sighed and slowly opened my mouth, bracing myself for the slippery, cold spoonful that left a feeling that it was still there, even when it was gone.
Three spoonfuls, like three uncooperative frogs slithering down my throat. But, they brought comfort, and my pain lessened.
Mandy bustled out of the room to tend to Mom and Dad, especially Dad. Mandy had told me that he wasn't feeling very well, and memories of Samone's prophecy returned in an overwhelming flood.
Dad was to be stricken with Daria's Disease, and Simon and I had to go and find the cure, tonight.
I heard some shuffling in the bed next to me. I turned and spied Simon, sitting up and looking at me with his bright blue eyes, as if he wanted to talk to me.
Quickly, I looked around the room for something to write on. I found some light stationary and a quill. Mom had taught us how to write with a quill.
' What do you want?' I wrote and handed the paper to Simon. He read it, scribbled something on it, and handed it back.
' I need to talk to you, badly.' was the reply
' Well, hurry!' I scribbled quickly and tossed the paper back again. Back and forth went the paper.
' We need to prepare for the quest soon, if now.'
' I know, but what will we need?'
' Paper for one. Paper and a quill and some clothes. Maybe a toothbrush, and a candle is your scared!' Simon teased.
' Shut up!'
' I am.' I giggled a little at Simon's joke. He really didn't take his curse as seriously as I did.
' Ok, what do you think we need to do?'
' Besides get hitched?' More of Simon's humor
' Yeah!'
' Probably not much. All the prophecy says is that we need to get married. If we do have to do anything else, we probably won't need anything to do it.'
' Good. I'm going to go pack for the both of us. You need to sleep!'
' You sound like Mandy!' Simon scribbled quickly and kept the paper. He laid back on his pillow and closed his eyes. I looked at the clock. It was almost 11:30. Thirty minutes until Dad was stricken with the disease, and no time to waste.