A Heart That Was Made to Beat
By Mad Meg Askevron
Chapter Three
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Chapter Three: The Highest Tower
Dorothy settled down to breakfast with a smile, her first time since she came. Agamemnon smiled back and took a sip of his tea from the small, delicate cup. As did Dorothy, but the minute the tea passed her lips, she gave a strange wide eyed stare, then she dropped the cup and it shattered on the pavement. She slumped to the side and Agamemnon smiled and carried her up to her room, it was a large turret and he locked her in, after changing her clothes, although she wouldn't be waking any time soon. Then Agamemnon settled back to wait as the sun its farewell.
Roger bided his time, waiting until 2:00 a.m. to leave the house. He had completely forgotten about the last heavens day present he'd given her, a locket. The onyx that was on the face was also a tracking device. Norman had woken him up in the middle night; it had suddenly risen to the front of his mind.
Roger drove over to almost invisible mansion. As he climbed the fence and looked up at her balcony an old rhyme appeared at his lips.
"Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your hair, might I climb the golden stair." He shook his had, not knowing where these words had spilled from. He winced, bruises, from the last battle with Alex Rosewater, still lingered. He looked around and saw that nobody appeared to be awake. He decided that the balcony to Dorothy's room was twenty stories too high for him. He finally found a back door that was unlocked. The only strange thing was, a few feet away beneath the white, wrought, iron table were shards of a tea cup.
He picked one up and wrapped it with a handkerchief and slipped it into a pocket. He laid his hand on the handle and it swung open with no resistance into a little parlor decorated in shades of soft gold. As he past through the room to the door on the far side, a voice stopped him.
"I can't give her to you so easily, you must understand. She is my daughter and you must prove your self as a worthy suitor." Roger flinched at being called Dorothy's suitor. "Yes, you can take Dorothy with but, since I am a registered official, you must marry her here." He watched Roger who stood there for a few seconds before replying.
"I accept your deal." He Roger said confidently, Agamemnon felt like cursing.
"Good." He clapped his hands and Roger's surroundings melted away. He was in labyrinth made amethyst, he looked up and the sky was frozen in eternal night. "Now all you have to do, Roger Smith, is get out." Agamemnon laughed and Roger started to run being chased by the echoes of laughter.
End of Chapter three
Sorry this is shorter then the others but never fear. This is a trilogy! There are two more stories! Oh this isn't the end of this one we still have a couple chapters to go. Go hit that useful button that say "review."