Along the way she met up with three people on the road. Two were Arabians,
a boy and a Giant-like man who kept saying 'Master Quatre', with the last
being an innocent looking girl with kiwi-strawberry colored hair.
"Excuse, Miss.....?"
"Relena."
"Yes, Miss Relena. We are lost circus performers and were wondering if there was a town nearby," the little girl asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
Relena frowned, "Circus performers? Isn't that Trowa and Catherine's jobs?"
The eight year old shrugged her small shoulders, "they are playing other parts, so we got chosen. Besides, a giant was needed and that Mogwanac said that he wouldn't do it unless 'Master Quatre' was with him."
"You have a point," Relena admitted before continuing, "anyway, there isn't another village for miles."
"Then no one will hear you scream....Hey! I just thought of a funny quote 'In Space No One Can Hear Relena Scream'....hehehe," Mariemaia said to no one in particular. Rashid was busy gagging the blonde Queen while apologizing profusely.
So they took her to the ship and Mariemaia, the conniving little brat she was, tied some material from an OZ soldier's uniform to Relena's horse so that it seemed like the OZ had kidnaped her, despite the fact that it was her father who was leading that group. Then when her body would be found on OZ land, they would be incriminated even more!
"We shouldn't be killing anyone at all," the younger of the two Arabians protested, a swordsman going by the name of 'Quatre'.
"Hey, I hired you to start a war for me! You should be glad to be in my service, and not my enemy," the little girl snobbishly lifted her nose, but still couldn't reach the boy's height, nor the Giant Mogwanac's.
Rashid frowned disapproving, "you never said anything about killing anyone! I think this has gone too far."
Am I going completely insane or did you just say 'think'?! You weren't hired to think, you were hired because you're BIG, you idiotic mountain of muscle!" Mariemaia insulted him cooly, not even breaking into a sweat.
Quatre timidly interrupted, hesitantly raising one hand, "I guess I'll just have to agree with Mariemaia this time, then."
"Oh, the Pacifist has finally gotten up the gumption to speak! I don't care what either of you think, I'm going to kill her anyway......after all, she's blonde, annoying, and wears a really tacky shade of pink," she stated the last in a matter of fact tone.
Quatre frowned, crossing his arms across his chest, "hey! Don't diss pink!"
"My apologies, I just have to deal with it every day and it gets rather annoying," she motioned toward her hair before clearing her throat and re- entering her tirade, "anyway, you were sitting in a cell spouting 'Let's Have Peace' when I found you, and he," she motioned with one hand toward the extremely tall Mogwanac, "were unemployed since his 'Master' was in jail! You both should thank me for my kindness."
"Mariemaia, what a.....brat," Quatre muttered.
Rashid smiled slowly, "our Arabian ruler, he is.....fat."
"Still, she means no.....wrong."
"Even if her speeches are.....long."
"I didn't know you were a poet."
"Talent's on trees, and I grow it."
Mariemaia, of course, heard them, "silence, you idiots!"
"Rashid, are there cliffs?"
"If we die, we won't be missed."
"You BAKAS! Just shut up!"
"I'm in the mood for roasted duck."
Quatre whispered one last comment, "sometimes she acts like such a witch."
Rashid nodded, "I'd rather say that she's a bi-."
Luckily they were interrupted by the sun going down, thus making it impossible for Rashid to finish his sentence.
"Man, what I would do for my night goggles," Quatre muttered so low that his 'servant' was the only one who heard.
Rashid frowned, "what do you mean?"
"I think we're being followed."
"That's absurd," Mariemaia sniffed arrogantly.
Relena, having somehow removed the gag from her mouth (dang!), interrupted, "You'll be caught, and when you are Prince Duo will hang you......well, if he can get around his advisor, that is."
"Absurd. You should we worrying about your own neck, Miss Relena. You're more likely to have someone hang YOU just to get you to shut up!" Mariemaia stated as she sneered, "and you can stop looking back there. No one's following us."
Quatre looked skeptical, "you sure?"
"Positive. But why do you ask?"
The blonde shrugged, "no reason. I just happened to look back and see something that looked like a boat."
She squinted delicately, then shrugged, "it's probably some pearl diver....or seal killer....or crab hunter....or whatever those poor people that live by the sea do for a living."
Quatre gave her a dead panned expression, "you mean a fisherman."
"Yeah, what you just said. But don't worry, we'll be safe........we are, after all, in Shrieking Eel infested waters."
"Excuse, Miss.....?"
"Relena."
"Yes, Miss Relena. We are lost circus performers and were wondering if there was a town nearby," the little girl asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
Relena frowned, "Circus performers? Isn't that Trowa and Catherine's jobs?"
The eight year old shrugged her small shoulders, "they are playing other parts, so we got chosen. Besides, a giant was needed and that Mogwanac said that he wouldn't do it unless 'Master Quatre' was with him."
"You have a point," Relena admitted before continuing, "anyway, there isn't another village for miles."
"Then no one will hear you scream....Hey! I just thought of a funny quote 'In Space No One Can Hear Relena Scream'....hehehe," Mariemaia said to no one in particular. Rashid was busy gagging the blonde Queen while apologizing profusely.
So they took her to the ship and Mariemaia, the conniving little brat she was, tied some material from an OZ soldier's uniform to Relena's horse so that it seemed like the OZ had kidnaped her, despite the fact that it was her father who was leading that group. Then when her body would be found on OZ land, they would be incriminated even more!
"We shouldn't be killing anyone at all," the younger of the two Arabians protested, a swordsman going by the name of 'Quatre'.
"Hey, I hired you to start a war for me! You should be glad to be in my service, and not my enemy," the little girl snobbishly lifted her nose, but still couldn't reach the boy's height, nor the Giant Mogwanac's.
Rashid frowned disapproving, "you never said anything about killing anyone! I think this has gone too far."
Am I going completely insane or did you just say 'think'?! You weren't hired to think, you were hired because you're BIG, you idiotic mountain of muscle!" Mariemaia insulted him cooly, not even breaking into a sweat.
Quatre timidly interrupted, hesitantly raising one hand, "I guess I'll just have to agree with Mariemaia this time, then."
"Oh, the Pacifist has finally gotten up the gumption to speak! I don't care what either of you think, I'm going to kill her anyway......after all, she's blonde, annoying, and wears a really tacky shade of pink," she stated the last in a matter of fact tone.
Quatre frowned, crossing his arms across his chest, "hey! Don't diss pink!"
"My apologies, I just have to deal with it every day and it gets rather annoying," she motioned toward her hair before clearing her throat and re- entering her tirade, "anyway, you were sitting in a cell spouting 'Let's Have Peace' when I found you, and he," she motioned with one hand toward the extremely tall Mogwanac, "were unemployed since his 'Master' was in jail! You both should thank me for my kindness."
"Mariemaia, what a.....brat," Quatre muttered.
Rashid smiled slowly, "our Arabian ruler, he is.....fat."
"Still, she means no.....wrong."
"Even if her speeches are.....long."
"I didn't know you were a poet."
"Talent's on trees, and I grow it."
Mariemaia, of course, heard them, "silence, you idiots!"
"Rashid, are there cliffs?"
"If we die, we won't be missed."
"You BAKAS! Just shut up!"
"I'm in the mood for roasted duck."
Quatre whispered one last comment, "sometimes she acts like such a witch."
Rashid nodded, "I'd rather say that she's a bi-."
Luckily they were interrupted by the sun going down, thus making it impossible for Rashid to finish his sentence.
"Man, what I would do for my night goggles," Quatre muttered so low that his 'servant' was the only one who heard.
Rashid frowned, "what do you mean?"
"I think we're being followed."
"That's absurd," Mariemaia sniffed arrogantly.
Relena, having somehow removed the gag from her mouth (dang!), interrupted, "You'll be caught, and when you are Prince Duo will hang you......well, if he can get around his advisor, that is."
"Absurd. You should we worrying about your own neck, Miss Relena. You're more likely to have someone hang YOU just to get you to shut up!" Mariemaia stated as she sneered, "and you can stop looking back there. No one's following us."
Quatre looked skeptical, "you sure?"
"Positive. But why do you ask?"
The blonde shrugged, "no reason. I just happened to look back and see something that looked like a boat."
She squinted delicately, then shrugged, "it's probably some pearl diver....or seal killer....or crab hunter....or whatever those poor people that live by the sea do for a living."
Quatre gave her a dead panned expression, "you mean a fisherman."
"Yeah, what you just said. But don't worry, we'll be safe........we are, after all, in Shrieking Eel infested waters."