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ABBY'S NOTE: Sorry it's so short guys, but my friend, Rambling Thestral is here, and she needs help with a short humor fic. If everybody reads it, and reviews with praises for Dashboard Confessional, she will love you forever! Poll for the day: Which of the following books/series is your favorite: Lord of the Rings trilogy, Harry Potter, or Song of the Lioness? Please answer quickly! I'll give everyone who answers 5 Reviewer Points! (And by the way, I do know that I actually posted this on Saturday, I'm sorry... I lost my Internet privileges for the Friday—Sorry.)
Chapter 4 Even though Ella seemed to be in a peaceful and untroubled state, she was churning with curiosity underneath the surface. Her thoughts continued to veer towards the young woman she had met the night before. Who was she? What had motivated the lady to bring them food, apparently against their captors' will? Why was she being kind to those who were obviously beneath her? Ella had too many questions that had no answers.
She tried to comfort herself by opening up her magic book. She found a picture of Olive, stuffing her face with white cakes. Mandy was standing over her with a spatula, and was trying to shoo her out of the kitchen. Ella almost laughed, but she obviously couldn't. Her momentary happiness drifted away, however, as she turned the page to find a picture of the king and queen and Char's little sister. Each one was listening to the news that a messenger had come to tell them. The queen was stony-face, and the king was cold-eyed, but Char's little sister was bawling in her mother's lap.
Ella looked at the page, inwardly horrified as she realized what the messenger was holding out to Their Majesties— it was a bloody cloak that Ella had seen on Char many a time.
She snapped the book shut, angry that she couldn't cry, or yell, or beat the wall in frustration. Her inner being yearned to break free from her body's emotionless hold, but its attempts were hopeless, for the order still held Ella firm.
Her grief was interrupted as the cell door creaked open. She looked up to see the man that had captured her. Tem and Gin also looked up, surprised that he had come so soon.
"You will all come with me. You are going to be examined by a doctor— We can't sell slaves that are in bad health, can we?" The stringy haired, man grinned, showing his hideous gray-green teeth. His cackle filled the small room, as he led his prisoners to be examined.
"Eh! This un 'as good teeths, she does. An this boy 'ere, too. 'at girl o'er there tried to bite me wit' hers! Theys aren't straight, but theys sure are sharp!"
Tempest grinned at this last bit, only t be rewarded with a sharp slap across her face, by Sorit, as they had learned their captor to be named.
"Don't be smart with the doctor girlie... He's just trying to 'help you,' he is," Soric said, in almost a hiss.
Ella and Gin had passed their health examinations easily, though the doctor had looked at Ella strangely, for her eyes had seemed to be glazed over. The doctor just passed it off as stupidity, but it was, in fact, due to the two tears that had not been allowed to escape from her eyes.
A/N: I will post again on Monday or Tuesday... Just depends on how quickly I come up with the next chapter. Please review!
ABBY'S NOTE: Sorry it's so short guys, but my friend, Rambling Thestral is here, and she needs help with a short humor fic. If everybody reads it, and reviews with praises for Dashboard Confessional, she will love you forever! Poll for the day: Which of the following books/series is your favorite: Lord of the Rings trilogy, Harry Potter, or Song of the Lioness? Please answer quickly! I'll give everyone who answers 5 Reviewer Points! (And by the way, I do know that I actually posted this on Saturday, I'm sorry... I lost my Internet privileges for the Friday—Sorry.)
Chapter 4 Even though Ella seemed to be in a peaceful and untroubled state, she was churning with curiosity underneath the surface. Her thoughts continued to veer towards the young woman she had met the night before. Who was she? What had motivated the lady to bring them food, apparently against their captors' will? Why was she being kind to those who were obviously beneath her? Ella had too many questions that had no answers.
She tried to comfort herself by opening up her magic book. She found a picture of Olive, stuffing her face with white cakes. Mandy was standing over her with a spatula, and was trying to shoo her out of the kitchen. Ella almost laughed, but she obviously couldn't. Her momentary happiness drifted away, however, as she turned the page to find a picture of the king and queen and Char's little sister. Each one was listening to the news that a messenger had come to tell them. The queen was stony-face, and the king was cold-eyed, but Char's little sister was bawling in her mother's lap.
Ella looked at the page, inwardly horrified as she realized what the messenger was holding out to Their Majesties— it was a bloody cloak that Ella had seen on Char many a time.
She snapped the book shut, angry that she couldn't cry, or yell, or beat the wall in frustration. Her inner being yearned to break free from her body's emotionless hold, but its attempts were hopeless, for the order still held Ella firm.
Her grief was interrupted as the cell door creaked open. She looked up to see the man that had captured her. Tem and Gin also looked up, surprised that he had come so soon.
"You will all come with me. You are going to be examined by a doctor— We can't sell slaves that are in bad health, can we?" The stringy haired, man grinned, showing his hideous gray-green teeth. His cackle filled the small room, as he led his prisoners to be examined.
"Eh! This un 'as good teeths, she does. An this boy 'ere, too. 'at girl o'er there tried to bite me wit' hers! Theys aren't straight, but theys sure are sharp!"
Tempest grinned at this last bit, only t be rewarded with a sharp slap across her face, by Sorit, as they had learned their captor to be named.
"Don't be smart with the doctor girlie... He's just trying to 'help you,' he is," Soric said, in almost a hiss.
Ella and Gin had passed their health examinations easily, though the doctor had looked at Ella strangely, for her eyes had seemed to be glazed over. The doctor just passed it off as stupidity, but it was, in fact, due to the two tears that had not been allowed to escape from her eyes.
A/N: I will post again on Monday or Tuesday... Just depends on how quickly I come up with the next chapter. Please review!