NaTal: Hey! We're back!
Questckat: Yea, what'd you think, that I'd just forget about your story?
NaTal: Well, the story is called 'the Forgotten Princess'.
Questckat: Watch it! You may be a princess, but I can still hit you!
NaTal: Like to see you try!
Questckat whipped out her paper fan and began running after her creation.
NaTal: Oh look, the story's starting!
She disappeared back into her own story.
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NaTal slipped into Castle Doom under the cover of shadows. She kept the cloak that she was wearing pulled tightly around her form. This didn't stop one of the guards from noticing her.
"What do we have here? A spy for the Alliance? Or perhaps someone sent to seduce and kill the King?"
"Get your hands off of me, you pervert!" she yelled, while fighting against his grip.
"Oh? A feisty one are you? Well, I might be willing to let you go, but you're going to have to convince me to,"
"Go to hell!" She shrieked.
"Well, looks like you've just made up my mind for me."
"Get you hands off of her!" a very commanding voice ordered the guard.
"My Prince! I was just dealing with this intruder."
"She is not an intruder, you imbecile! She is a spy for my father!" he yelled at the now shaking guard. "Our father," he added softly, looking over at his sister.
"Wait a minute! You're Highness, I had the distinct impression that you were the King's only child."
"Well, your impression was distinctly wrong!" NaTal snapped at the man, letting the cloak drop to the floor.
The guard looked between the two royals. Without the cloak, the woman he had been messing with looked just as formidable as her brother. The poor fellow was about to collapse from fear.
"Father's not terribly happy with you right now," Lotor said flatly.
"He'll get over it, he always does when it comes to me," NaTal stated matter-of-factly with a toss of her hair.
By now, the guard had run for dear life. Neither of them paid much attention to him though. They were already heading off to find their father.
"Senator Kirtolf is what?!" Keith spat out at the officer he was speaking to over the com relay.
"Dead sir, the only reason you were contacted at all is because what was found at the scene. I'll send over the image now!"
On the screen appeared the image of a blue heart with a sword through it.
"Ever seen it before?"
"Nope, how come you asked me about it?"
"Because of what was written on the back of the card, that's why,"
The officer sent over the image of the other side off the 'calling card'. It read, 'your time is drawing short, Keith," in beautiful script with a poorly drawn picture of a black cat-like creature.
"Can't draw, can he?" Keith asked.
"You're sure it's a man?"
"More then likely, women usually try and make their drawings look good, this person didn't even try to make this understandable!"
"Well, we'll keep you updated on our progress,"
"Please do,"
Keith turned off the monitor right as Lance was entering the room.
"What's shake'n? And what's with the grim look?"
"We've got ourselves one hell of a problem on our hands right now," Keith said, sounding very tired.
"What sort of problem?"
"Look at this," Keith said, bringing the pictures back onto the screen. "Seem familiar?"
"Yea, that looks like NaTal's handwriting,"
"Try is, you're girlfriend's just lucky that I didn't turn her name in as a match for their killer, or should I say assassin!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lance demanded.
"One of the senators was killed, and this was what they found near his body!"
"So you just go and accuse her when she's not here to defend herself! That's real noble of you, Keith!" Lance spat before storming out of the room.
"He doesn't get it, I'm just telling him to be careful around her, that's all."
"I don't know how I'm supposed to get through to you, young lady!" King Zarkon bellowed at his daughter, who didn't seem to be listening. "Every time I tell you something for your own good, you pull a stunt like this! Are you even listening to me?!"
"Yes Father,"
"Then what did I just say?"
"You were harping on about how I keep pulling these 'stunts'. And Father, must I remind you about your blood-pressure, again?"
"You're getting to be as bad as your brother! The next thing I know, you'll be chasing after some no-name prince rather then killing people that we need dead!"
NaTal grinned and toyed with her necklace once again.
"You have no idea how close you are to the truth you really are, father," she mumbled to herself.
"I swear I don't know what to do with you anymore!"
NaTal straightened up and walked out of the room, leaving her father to talk to himself.
Lotor was sitting alone in the castle library, flipping through the pages of a book that he'd found, not really paying attention to what was going on around him. That was when Hagar placed her knarled hand on his shoulder. The old witch couldn't help but let a small smile cross her weathered lips as the young man jumped a foot clear in the air.
"Shouldn't let yourself get pulled into your studies so deeply, my prince," she said with a chuckle (A/N, shudders).
"And you shouldn't go sneaking up on people like that!" he yelled back.
"Poor, foolish boy... Doesn't even stop to think that I may have come with information that he may find useful to him."
"Speak your mind, witch, I grow tired of your games already."
"You might want to keep an eye on that sister of yours unless you wish to loss her again, this time for good," Haggar said before walking out of the library and leaving Lotor alone once again.
What the hell is up with NaTal's new attitude? I have no idea where that came from. Could be fun to work with, though. I think I may go with what I had Haggar say about NaTal needing to be watched. I almost wish she was actually one of the canon characters, this would be so much easier, but not as much fun! Anyways! Have fun reading and tell me what you guys think! Nyo!
Questckat: Yea, what'd you think, that I'd just forget about your story?
NaTal: Well, the story is called 'the Forgotten Princess'.
Questckat: Watch it! You may be a princess, but I can still hit you!
NaTal: Like to see you try!
Questckat whipped out her paper fan and began running after her creation.
NaTal: Oh look, the story's starting!
She disappeared back into her own story.
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NaTal slipped into Castle Doom under the cover of shadows. She kept the cloak that she was wearing pulled tightly around her form. This didn't stop one of the guards from noticing her.
"What do we have here? A spy for the Alliance? Or perhaps someone sent to seduce and kill the King?"
"Get your hands off of me, you pervert!" she yelled, while fighting against his grip.
"Oh? A feisty one are you? Well, I might be willing to let you go, but you're going to have to convince me to,"
"Go to hell!" She shrieked.
"Well, looks like you've just made up my mind for me."
"Get you hands off of her!" a very commanding voice ordered the guard.
"My Prince! I was just dealing with this intruder."
"She is not an intruder, you imbecile! She is a spy for my father!" he yelled at the now shaking guard. "Our father," he added softly, looking over at his sister.
"Wait a minute! You're Highness, I had the distinct impression that you were the King's only child."
"Well, your impression was distinctly wrong!" NaTal snapped at the man, letting the cloak drop to the floor.
The guard looked between the two royals. Without the cloak, the woman he had been messing with looked just as formidable as her brother. The poor fellow was about to collapse from fear.
"Father's not terribly happy with you right now," Lotor said flatly.
"He'll get over it, he always does when it comes to me," NaTal stated matter-of-factly with a toss of her hair.
By now, the guard had run for dear life. Neither of them paid much attention to him though. They were already heading off to find their father.
"Senator Kirtolf is what?!" Keith spat out at the officer he was speaking to over the com relay.
"Dead sir, the only reason you were contacted at all is because what was found at the scene. I'll send over the image now!"
On the screen appeared the image of a blue heart with a sword through it.
"Ever seen it before?"
"Nope, how come you asked me about it?"
"Because of what was written on the back of the card, that's why,"
The officer sent over the image of the other side off the 'calling card'. It read, 'your time is drawing short, Keith," in beautiful script with a poorly drawn picture of a black cat-like creature.
"Can't draw, can he?" Keith asked.
"You're sure it's a man?"
"More then likely, women usually try and make their drawings look good, this person didn't even try to make this understandable!"
"Well, we'll keep you updated on our progress,"
"Please do,"
Keith turned off the monitor right as Lance was entering the room.
"What's shake'n? And what's with the grim look?"
"We've got ourselves one hell of a problem on our hands right now," Keith said, sounding very tired.
"What sort of problem?"
"Look at this," Keith said, bringing the pictures back onto the screen. "Seem familiar?"
"Yea, that looks like NaTal's handwriting,"
"Try is, you're girlfriend's just lucky that I didn't turn her name in as a match for their killer, or should I say assassin!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lance demanded.
"One of the senators was killed, and this was what they found near his body!"
"So you just go and accuse her when she's not here to defend herself! That's real noble of you, Keith!" Lance spat before storming out of the room.
"He doesn't get it, I'm just telling him to be careful around her, that's all."
"I don't know how I'm supposed to get through to you, young lady!" King Zarkon bellowed at his daughter, who didn't seem to be listening. "Every time I tell you something for your own good, you pull a stunt like this! Are you even listening to me?!"
"Yes Father,"
"Then what did I just say?"
"You were harping on about how I keep pulling these 'stunts'. And Father, must I remind you about your blood-pressure, again?"
"You're getting to be as bad as your brother! The next thing I know, you'll be chasing after some no-name prince rather then killing people that we need dead!"
NaTal grinned and toyed with her necklace once again.
"You have no idea how close you are to the truth you really are, father," she mumbled to herself.
"I swear I don't know what to do with you anymore!"
NaTal straightened up and walked out of the room, leaving her father to talk to himself.
Lotor was sitting alone in the castle library, flipping through the pages of a book that he'd found, not really paying attention to what was going on around him. That was when Hagar placed her knarled hand on his shoulder. The old witch couldn't help but let a small smile cross her weathered lips as the young man jumped a foot clear in the air.
"Shouldn't let yourself get pulled into your studies so deeply, my prince," she said with a chuckle (A/N, shudders).
"And you shouldn't go sneaking up on people like that!" he yelled back.
"Poor, foolish boy... Doesn't even stop to think that I may have come with information that he may find useful to him."
"Speak your mind, witch, I grow tired of your games already."
"You might want to keep an eye on that sister of yours unless you wish to loss her again, this time for good," Haggar said before walking out of the library and leaving Lotor alone once again.
What the hell is up with NaTal's new attitude? I have no idea where that came from. Could be fun to work with, though. I think I may go with what I had Haggar say about NaTal needing to be watched. I almost wish she was actually one of the canon characters, this would be so much easier, but not as much fun! Anyways! Have fun reading and tell me what you guys think! Nyo!