Spellbook Stories/The Crossing
A/N: I'm going with my inspiration and write this. I have a way of spell
checking special vocab. Whats it called. captions! Do captions for
spelling, NOT my spellbook stuff.
Dis: I own Ri, Aurora, and Phoenix Song I am nobody's from E. Dickinson, and the too late bits from Clue.
When the world refocused, we were surrounded by a circle of soldiers, with what I thought were bayonets. Gulp. One, who seemed to be in charge, asked Aurora :
"Who are you?"
I cocked an eyebrow for two reasons. One, Aurora normally could be considered a hippie in her outfit. She was wearing an off-white loose old- fashioned blouse and a swirly lavender skirt, with a gauzy scarlet scarf pulling back long midnight waves from oddly dreamy blue-green eyes, and she was barefoot from being indoors. I, however, am wearing jeans, and a emerald green tank top under a denim jacket, and my curly hair tucked behind pierced ears was fluttering out into my pale green eyes. Two, Aurora never gave a straight answer to anyone but me, after I lost my temper at her too often. I have, as my mom calls it, a "short fuse".
"I am nobody, who are you?" Aurora quoted.
"I said who are you?" (Uh-oh, he sounds MAD!)
"Um, I'm Ri, that's Aurora." I broke in.
"Last names?"
"Ri and Aurora Chandler" I lied stroking the book in my pack.
"What does Ri stand for, Miss Chandler?" (Ugh. Do I have to?)
"Gabrielle" I muttered.
"What?" (Idiot.)
"Gabrielle" I said clearly.
"Lock these two up," he ordered.
"Why, what we do?" I asked angrily. "I don't even know where we are!"
"You helped a pirate escape with your distraction and we are in Port Royal." He said.
"Oh, we did? Muy interesante" Aurora commented.
Well to make a long story short, (Too Late!), they, after much struggle from me, and much swearing from Aurora (I didn't know half of them) they threw us in a cell. And who was there but the one and only Jack Sparrow.
"You'd be the ones who created that distractions?" he asked after five minutes had passed.
"By accident," I explained. I got an idea. The guard had not thrown us in the cell, so maybe.
I looked down at the floor, making my small form even smaller. "Please, sir, may I have my book?" I asked the guard, looking up at him through my short eyelashes. If it worked for Scarlett O'Hara, than it might work for me.
"Of course, little lady," the guard said, picking up the book. He handed it to me. I shoved it at Aurora.
"You started this mess, you can finish it," I told her. She flipped through the book, and Jack was trying to peek at it, until she came to the Time Travel spell. Then I groaned. The counterspell was ruined, a mess of smeared, illegible ink.
"Oh, no, you, you, IDIOT," I breathed. "You got us stuck in another CENTURY, not to mention millennium!" Aurora paled and started to shake.
"Oops."
"I'll say." It was Jack. "Now tell me everything, savvy?" I gulped.
"Okay."
And we did.
Dis: I own Ri, Aurora, and Phoenix Song I am nobody's from E. Dickinson, and the too late bits from Clue.
When the world refocused, we were surrounded by a circle of soldiers, with what I thought were bayonets. Gulp. One, who seemed to be in charge, asked Aurora :
"Who are you?"
I cocked an eyebrow for two reasons. One, Aurora normally could be considered a hippie in her outfit. She was wearing an off-white loose old- fashioned blouse and a swirly lavender skirt, with a gauzy scarlet scarf pulling back long midnight waves from oddly dreamy blue-green eyes, and she was barefoot from being indoors. I, however, am wearing jeans, and a emerald green tank top under a denim jacket, and my curly hair tucked behind pierced ears was fluttering out into my pale green eyes. Two, Aurora never gave a straight answer to anyone but me, after I lost my temper at her too often. I have, as my mom calls it, a "short fuse".
"I am nobody, who are you?" Aurora quoted.
"I said who are you?" (Uh-oh, he sounds MAD!)
"Um, I'm Ri, that's Aurora." I broke in.
"Last names?"
"Ri and Aurora Chandler" I lied stroking the book in my pack.
"What does Ri stand for, Miss Chandler?" (Ugh. Do I have to?)
"Gabrielle" I muttered.
"What?" (Idiot.)
"Gabrielle" I said clearly.
"Lock these two up," he ordered.
"Why, what we do?" I asked angrily. "I don't even know where we are!"
"You helped a pirate escape with your distraction and we are in Port Royal." He said.
"Oh, we did? Muy interesante" Aurora commented.
Well to make a long story short, (Too Late!), they, after much struggle from me, and much swearing from Aurora (I didn't know half of them) they threw us in a cell. And who was there but the one and only Jack Sparrow.
"You'd be the ones who created that distractions?" he asked after five minutes had passed.
"By accident," I explained. I got an idea. The guard had not thrown us in the cell, so maybe.
I looked down at the floor, making my small form even smaller. "Please, sir, may I have my book?" I asked the guard, looking up at him through my short eyelashes. If it worked for Scarlett O'Hara, than it might work for me.
"Of course, little lady," the guard said, picking up the book. He handed it to me. I shoved it at Aurora.
"You started this mess, you can finish it," I told her. She flipped through the book, and Jack was trying to peek at it, until she came to the Time Travel spell. Then I groaned. The counterspell was ruined, a mess of smeared, illegible ink.
"Oh, no, you, you, IDIOT," I breathed. "You got us stuck in another CENTURY, not to mention millennium!" Aurora paled and started to shake.
"Oops."
"I'll say." It was Jack. "Now tell me everything, savvy?" I gulped.
"Okay."
And we did.