Chapter two: A Dark Nights Escape

Othello crawled out of the tunnel and extended his hand to help Emma out. She grabbed his hand and used all of her wait to pull herself up and him down. When she stood up completely strait she pushed her long black braid behined her shoulder. Than tried to smooth out her rags but realized that any attempt to do this would be in vein, her cloths basically had gone to hell and back.

"Now would you PLEASE tell me what the hell is going on?" She said after brushing some dirt off of her clothes.

"I'm sure I do not know what thou art talking about!" Othello said walking twards the large open field that extended in front of them.

Emma took a deep angry breath, "Were are my clothes, were is the school, were am I, what happened to my hair and when am I going to get home!"

Othello looked at her as if she were crazy, then rolled his eye's and continued to walk throught the field heading for the large groupings of trees behined the field. "HEY!" Emma yelled and ran back up to him, "Will you please answer my questions!"

"I have no idea what thou art talking about! I hath told you before-"

"No! Don't start with that old English shit again! Just bring me home… please."

Othello looked at her again as if she were crazy. But the rudeness he wouldn't stand for, he turned and walked to the edge of the woods with Emma running after him. "Please," Emma said again grabbing his arm. He turned to look at her and saw that she was truly scared, "I have told you over and over, I don't know were you live or anything else about you, I only know that the gaurds brought thou in the dungeon unconscious and I waited for thee to awake before I left through the secret passage."

Emma looked confused, "You mean you have no idea about were I came from or," she looked at the raggedy robes he was wearing, "were civilization is."

Othello shook his head and turned, "Follow me," he said, "Maybe one of my other friends can help you find were you belong."

Emma followed him into the woods while saying, "Hey, you're not playing that olg English crap anymore!" They continued through the woods. The canopies of the trees were so thick Emma couldn't see the sky. The only little bit of light there was came from a small campfire in the distance. As they came closer she could see three figures sitting around the fire, she suspected that they wee men because of the cloths they were wearing.

As they creeped closer to the fire Othello turned to her, "Don't speak of this 'school' to these people and certainly don't act the way you did back there, just act…" he stumbled over the word, moving his hands in circles as if the word would come to him by doing that. "Act cool?" Emma said trying to help. "Don't act like that, act normal." He said an turned to greet the men at the fire.

Emma soon learned that the three men's names were Adam, Bassanio, and Romeo. For some reason all of the names were familiar to her but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She brushed it off quickly, realizing that she was in the presence of four pretty good looking men.

Now that Othello was in the light she could see that he was tall, looked almost Indian with dark hair and big brown eyes. Bassanio was just alittle taller than she, he had long hair, down to his shoulder with what Emma assumed was nobleman cloths on. He was obviously the most polite of all four and certainly had the prettiest eyes Emma had ever seen. Romeo was short, Emma guessed about 5'2, he had shorter hair but not exactly as short as most of the boys in her class had. He looked down at his food in his lap and tried his best not to make eye contact with her. Adam was the most shocking of all of them. He wouldn't stop making eye contact with her, almost like he was staring. He had black hair but had light crystalline blue eyes that refected their beauty in the firelight. His smile was more shocking than anyone's she had ever seen before.

After they had been sitting at the fire for awhile a young woman in richly made clothes came up. "Romeo," she said, Romeo looked up into her eyes, Emma hadn't seen him look up until then, and he smiled, another first. "My fair Juliet," he said still smiling like a fool, "How did thou get away from thy father and house hold? I thought I was going to come to you tonight." He stood up to meet her and they walked away hand in hand.

Suddenly a realization came to Emma, everything began to connect. Juliet? Romeo? No, she thought, I must be going insane! Maybe it's just a…but how? Her thoughts were even confusing her now! She again tried to brush it off and she began to listen to the conversation.

"The merchant, Antonio, gave me the money to go to my love, Portia in Venice." Bassanio said.

Wait a second. Bassanio, Portia, Antonio? In Venice?

"I still can't believe what my fair lady did to me!" Othello said, "Poor, poor Destamona."

What! Destamona? Othello? No wander all of this seemed so familiar!

"Okay! What's really going on here! I know this is a bunch of bull-"

"Young girl!" Othello cut her off quickly, "What did I tell you about acting like that!" he said through gritted teeth.

"No, no! I won't act how you want me to until you tell me what is going on!"

"Young girl-" he said again interrupting her, "I HAVE A NAME!" Emma yelled interrupting him now. Othello grabbed her arm and pulled her away into the woods to talk to her.

What are you doing?" he whispered to her while pushing her into a tree so that she couldn't see the campfire anymore. Instead, she could see the large castle from witch she had escaped earlier behined Othello's face.

"I'm sick of this! Is this some sick punishment for me not paying attenchen during English class or something?" She went on without letting him answer, "I know what you're doing! I know!" She said loadly. Othello looked at her confused. He couldn't think of anything to say to this, aside from telling her that she sounded crazy! He had told her that before.

He stood there just staring at her for awhile, she was truly beautiful with her hair pulled back and even though she was dressed poorly Othello thought that she looked like a queen. These thoughts were shaken off when the sound of many horses raised to his ears.

He jerked his jerked his head around and saw at the leats five royal gaurds riding twards the campfire. "Come, we must leave with haste." He said grabbing her hand and hurling her back into the campfire circle.

"Royal gaurds are coming!" He yelled to the other men in the circle, who almost all at once stood up, gathered their stuff and scattered. Othello was gone as quickly as the others and Emma was left alone. She stood there scared to death and didn't know what to do! Everything was going so fast! It was then that se saw the gaurds ride into the clearing almost 20 feet away.

What do I do? Were do I go? What will they do to me when they find me!

The gaurds came closer with amazing speed. Emma closed her eyes and waited for the future to unfold in front of her.

"What is she doing!" Adam said to Othello with frantic speed. He watched the gaurds come into view.

All this happened in the same instant, Emma standing and Adam watching as the gaurds drew closer and closer. Adam had to do something.