Robin's point of view
I was pacing. My father never wanted to talk to me unless it was something important. He always relayed his messages through servants. His study door opened slightly as a maid walked out. She motioned for me to head in before she walking off to the next room over.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I looked towards my father.
I was jumping up and down like a teenage girl (not that I had ever witnessed this, only heard it from lewis) when I came out of the study. I looked at the grand clock.
"7 o'clock," I said to myself. Lewis should be here soon. I ran to the stables and saddled up Bronco. My beautiful Friesian had been given to me as a foal. He was the only thing I had left of my sister. I know she still lives in the forest but before she left, she told me never to look for. She did this so father wouldn't be mad at me for yet another reason.
I was excited to share the news with Lewis, no matter how awful it really was. I was being sent to London for three days! I would see cell phones, cars, and restaurants. I couldn't help but day dream, but I was snapped back into reality when I realized how hard I was pushing Bronco. His sides were heaving, but he kept on because I asked him to. I slowly brought him to a fast trot. As we rode I couldn't help but think about the task at hand. A Merryweather had died, leaving his daughter alone with no family. She was the moon princess (A/N: I am not going to explain that right now. If you don't know, which I don't know why you wouldn't, the moonprincess thing will be explained with maria) and she had to die. I was being sent to kill her. I didn't know what she looked like. I only knew what street she lived on. This didn't help me because I was clueless as to navigating my way. Luckily,Father was sending one of the few men who had actually been to London with me.
I got to the gate and waited for about ten minutes. Lewis didn't show up. Instead, another man came in his place. I stood up and walked over to the man. He looked startled to see a boy, dressed fully in leather, walk over to him. I must admit, the de Noir fashions probably look really intimidating.
"Where's Lewis?" I asked. Lewis only ever missed certain days a year, his daughter's birthday, and a few holidays.
The man looked a bit relieved to hear what I assume would be a familiar name. his expression was relieved but also sad. "Lewis…" he trailed of before continuing. "He… he was, ah… he was murdered today." He looked up at me to see my expression. I am sure I scared him because he scurried of towards the small bike he rode.
Lewis had been murdured. That couldn't be. I could only think of his daughter. She would be devastated, and it would be even worse because her birthday was in a week. Lewis would not stop going on about the party she was going to have for her 17th birthday party. Gosh, that must be hard. I decided the that I would go a wish her a happy birthday once I was in London. Now London. I would be arriving in about an hour according to my dad. He was going to let me ride Bronco while the men took horse and carriage.
The ride took forever it seemed. But we eventually got there. I refused my excitement until we got into the hotel we were staying at. It was huge. By the time we got to the room, I had discovered my new found love. Elevator buttons. The actually lit up when you pushed them.
After thoroughly inspecting the hotel room and staring at the tv as it turned on and off at my request, I decided to explore. Apparently, the hotel we were staying at did not have the highest standards in London, because I found a place where people were fighting each other for money right behind it. I walked in, not even being noticed by most of the people there. They were too busy watch a small teenage boy getting beat up by and overweigh man. Now this was my seen. I realized I should have been appalled by what was going on but I was actually enjoying myself. I thought about the Merryweather girl, then I thought about Lewis and grew sad. He had honestly been the person I was closest too. He knew everything about me. I knew most things about him. My thoughts drifted to his daughter named Maria. Then, I started to wonder how I would every find his daughter without knowing her last name. My thought then drifted to the Merryweather girl and I found it rather ironic that I didn't know her first name. I chuckled to myself.
Thes I heard a scream. The boy had lost. That was obvious. I heard the loud speakers fire up, then, as if it were the most important thing in the world he announced the arrival of a girl he referred to as princess. I couldn't see the girl because people started crowding in the direction I assume she was coming from. I chuckled to myself again because "Princess" was what we referred to the Merryweather girl as. I looked around and saw that the people who wernt running towards her or staring at her in awe, were running away in what seemed like fear.
Maria's point of view
Ms. Heliotrope watched worriedly as I walked out the door. I walked into the woods that surrounded our house. I loved the woods. I always felt drawn towards them. Sometimes I would simply sleep resting against a tree. But other times, times like this, I walked to the other end of our property, were the biggest fights were held. People rarely die here. That doesn't sound very encouraging, trust me, I know, but I usually went anyways. This was my Saturday night. As I got closer, I heard an ear splitting scream. I came from the "arena" as I liked to call it. I didn't really care. It was just some idiot who fought before he was ready. I probably wouldn't get a chance to fight because an ambulance would have to be called. The place smelled of dried blood mixed with the smell of boys who didn't know what showers were.
"Everybody, look. The princess decided to join us!"
Gosh, I hate that nickname. They mock me on purpose. They call me princess because I had dominated this place. My father was the only one who had ever seen me come here, so I knew I was safe from Ms. Heliotrope for now. Everyone stated to crowd around me. Though they were mocking me when they announced my arrival, people were still in awe of me.
"We have a new addition," I heard Marty say over the speaker again. "We says he would like to fight this so called legend."
I was astonished at the idiocy of whoever wanted to fight me, but whatever, it would be their loss. I headed towards the arena. I was met in the middle by a guy, about 6 foot, dressed in full leather, a weird looking hat, and the strangest looking collar of feathers I had ever seen. He had brown eyes and curly brown hair.
"Please introduce yourselves," said Marty over the speaker.
