Christopher's face stared at Ambrosia in disbelief "I'm Ambrosia." She repeated. Christopher's hand touched her cheek, which Ambrosia slapped away. "No, you're certainly Allison," he took a step back, looking at Ambrosia in a way that made her shiver. His eyes dragged down to her lips, a small grin spilt onto his face "You even taste like Allison." Ambrosia's cheeks flamed red, disconcerted of his statement. "T-Thank you?" Christopher sat down on a chair; the chair was carved out of cherry wood. Tiny carvings of leaves covered the artwork of the item. Ambrosia sat down the opposite of Christopher, patting her dress down in annoyance.
"So, how did you get here?" Christopher asked as he poured tea in the teacup, sitting back down. Ambrosia nodded her thanks and took a sip. The sweet taste expanded, dancing onto the taste buds, making her to sip more. "I don't know I was at my room celebrating my birthday." "Your birthday? Well, happy birthday-Err, what is your name?" he asked, "Ambrosia, Ambrosia Jones." Christopher eyes widen with excitement.
"Your name is Ambrosia Jones? I say, my last name is also Jones. You must be my granddaughter, Allison made a wonderful descendant. So beautiful and you have some of her features even!" He put his hand out; lightly tracing her cheek bone "Yes…" he murmured "You certainly have her cheek bones." Ambrosia blushed, not being use to the complements of other people. "So, tell me about this 'Allison?', is she pretty?"
"Pretty? No my sweet nectarine, she's the suns lovely rays, brightening my little world, basking me with warmth and sweetness. Her eyes are the color of the purest gold, and her hair," he took a deep breath "god that hair, the color of rich dark brown, I just want to pull those braids out and mess them up! She always ask why I tug the ends of her braid, I never told her the reason, but I just want to!" He continued to chatter on about 'Allison', probably Ambrosia's future grandma.
Ambrosia smiled a bit, relaxing from the chatter of Christopher. "Anyways, please carry on with your story." Ambrosia nodded and continued on "My father gave me this pocket watch for my 18th birthday and I started to head towards my room. I was curious about the watch, so I started to fiddle with it. The lid opened and showed these strange numbers."
Ambrosia opened the pocket watch showing Christopher. Christopher took it, his thumb touching it, in a flash, he froze. "Christopher?" Ambrosia asked. After a few minutes the man stood up, shaken.
"This pocket watch, your father gave it to you?" Christopher asked, Ambrosia hesitated then nodded. "Ye-yes." He started to pace back and forth "This pocket watch….it was forged by the Elders and passed down to the oldest child, then to the next oldest, then on and on." Ambrosia stood up utterly confused "What are you talking about? Who are the Elders? Speak sense!" Christopher stopped and smiled "It's usually hard to speak sense."
"Well, can you explain what is going on?!" Ambrosia nearly shouted. The man stopped and sat down 'I can't fully explain this, but I know who can." The girl started to put her hands on her hips "Tell me who it is…please?" Christopher hesitated, then finally tells her "Of course, its," he paused trying to think "Doctor Cyrus Williams." 'Doctor Cyrus Williams?' Ambrosia thought, "He can tell you everything on what you are, and what this wonderful gift represents." He said, holding up the pocket watch. She stared at the mad man confused and took the watch. "Where is Doctor Cyrus-whatever?" Something popped into the man's mind and sighed "I'm such a dunce, I just forgot." "Forgot about what?" she asked.
"Doctor Cyrus Williams is in prison." Said Christopher flatly. Ambrosia gaped at him "He…what?" "Doctor Cyrus Williams is in pri-"He was cut off "I heard you, but why?" Christopher wringed his hands
"Well…let's say he was with the knight's daughter and the father didn't like it, at all."
She rubbed her face, tired from everything, "But don't worry. I know a way to get the doctor." Ambrosia looked up, half-interested, "Oh, and how so Christopher?" As soon she said that, he gave her a devil-may-care smile "We're going to get him out."
"You're sir, are crazy!" Christopher smirked "It runs in the family, Ambrosia." She stood up "I'm not breaking into a prison, just to get that so-called doctor, just to…go…" she thought for a moment "home…" she said lamely "Maybe I do need to go get him, after all. I need some information."
