Chapter 8: The Stages
"Prince Lukas?" I asked, not quite sure how he was still alive. "How are
you.." I didn't finish my sentence. He rushed over to me. Cupped his strong
hands around my face and looked deeply into my eyes. "You saved me." he
breathed. "What? How did I save you? Prince Lukas? Why did you set me up? I
thought..I could trust you..how?"
"No, no. You don't understand! My father.. he must have struck me under a spell. I don't remember anything up until the little brawl we had. Where..he stabbed me. Zoe..you saved me! Please just call me Lukas!" He looked at where his hands were and looked a bit embarassed. Quickly, he returned his hands at his sides and sighed. "Zoe. Those shaking fits you had earlier. I think what you had was a reizure!" he exclaimed. He seemed excited. Well of course he would! He seemed to be dead a while ago. But how is that possible? How is he still alive? There was no blood on his shirt. I looked at the sword. No blood stains at all. Where were the previous blood stains?
Pacing back and forth, he was mumbling under his breath. I decided to take a seat as he paced back and forth. "Quick! Hand me the book!" Lukas requested. The book..where was the book? Aha! I found the book and carefully handed it to him. He started flipping madly throught it. As if he were on an important breakthrough. "Yes! Your shaking fit. You had a reizure!" He exclaimed and pointed at the book. "What's a..?"
"A reizure is what happens when you go through stages. Your body decided to change at that exact moment at that exact time, causing massive pain. It usually is supposed to only happen whilst asleep. You have four other phases to go through. totalling five. I won't lie to you. Some will be painful..some more painful then the others." he stopped in his tracks. I stared at him. He looked so serious. So caring. The old Lukas again. He stared at the book in concentration. His beautiful eyes focusing on the pages of my book. Skipping through a couple more pages, and then going back even more. "My father, is he planning on returning?"
"I don't think so. He said I did something to him and he'll do it ten times worse right back at me." I replied, looking quite confused. "Well we better get a move on, we'll go to Tatchmen. my step-father's kingdom. We'll be safe there. I hope." he stated as he sarted gathering random things. "What will we need to bring?" I asked quietly, not sure what to do, for Lukas since he was just so handsome, I couldn't think straight. "Not much. Tatchmen is just a days horse ride. We may need to set up somewhere to sleep at night. I know this river thats just breathtaking." I nodded and watched Luke. I watched how he quickly found an empty leather-bound bag. How he didn't dawdle at all. Was he really concerned about my safety?
He looked at me once. While he was packing away. His eyes, burning into mine told me everything was going to be fine. Food. Money. Clothes. All went into the bag. I had begun to feel relaxed. If I was with Lukas, I knew I would be fine. Seconds, minutes, passed by. "Can I help at all?" He looked over and smiled. Instantly I fell into a trap-door. All I could see, remember, feel was his smile. How it looked so calming. His boy-ish charm. How he stood and walked. I was becoming obsessed. I needed to quit. He would never be interested in someone like me. I'm not a princess anyway, and Lukas can get better. "No, I've just finished. Let's head out." He said quietly, shoving his golden curls carefully out of his face. He pulled the bag on and headed out the door, our adventure continuing.
"No, no. You don't understand! My father.. he must have struck me under a spell. I don't remember anything up until the little brawl we had. Where..he stabbed me. Zoe..you saved me! Please just call me Lukas!" He looked at where his hands were and looked a bit embarassed. Quickly, he returned his hands at his sides and sighed. "Zoe. Those shaking fits you had earlier. I think what you had was a reizure!" he exclaimed. He seemed excited. Well of course he would! He seemed to be dead a while ago. But how is that possible? How is he still alive? There was no blood on his shirt. I looked at the sword. No blood stains at all. Where were the previous blood stains?
Pacing back and forth, he was mumbling under his breath. I decided to take a seat as he paced back and forth. "Quick! Hand me the book!" Lukas requested. The book..where was the book? Aha! I found the book and carefully handed it to him. He started flipping madly throught it. As if he were on an important breakthrough. "Yes! Your shaking fit. You had a reizure!" He exclaimed and pointed at the book. "What's a..?"
"A reizure is what happens when you go through stages. Your body decided to change at that exact moment at that exact time, causing massive pain. It usually is supposed to only happen whilst asleep. You have four other phases to go through. totalling five. I won't lie to you. Some will be painful..some more painful then the others." he stopped in his tracks. I stared at him. He looked so serious. So caring. The old Lukas again. He stared at the book in concentration. His beautiful eyes focusing on the pages of my book. Skipping through a couple more pages, and then going back even more. "My father, is he planning on returning?"
"I don't think so. He said I did something to him and he'll do it ten times worse right back at me." I replied, looking quite confused. "Well we better get a move on, we'll go to Tatchmen. my step-father's kingdom. We'll be safe there. I hope." he stated as he sarted gathering random things. "What will we need to bring?" I asked quietly, not sure what to do, for Lukas since he was just so handsome, I couldn't think straight. "Not much. Tatchmen is just a days horse ride. We may need to set up somewhere to sleep at night. I know this river thats just breathtaking." I nodded and watched Luke. I watched how he quickly found an empty leather-bound bag. How he didn't dawdle at all. Was he really concerned about my safety?
He looked at me once. While he was packing away. His eyes, burning into mine told me everything was going to be fine. Food. Money. Clothes. All went into the bag. I had begun to feel relaxed. If I was with Lukas, I knew I would be fine. Seconds, minutes, passed by. "Can I help at all?" He looked over and smiled. Instantly I fell into a trap-door. All I could see, remember, feel was his smile. How it looked so calming. His boy-ish charm. How he stood and walked. I was becoming obsessed. I needed to quit. He would never be interested in someone like me. I'm not a princess anyway, and Lukas can get better. "No, I've just finished. Let's head out." He said quietly, shoving his golden curls carefully out of his face. He pulled the bag on and headed out the door, our adventure continuing.