Fleetfoot's vision flashed black and white as he awoke on a slate tablet in a secluded room. An ache in his back reminded him of the 40 cuts down his back and then he instantly remembered what had happened. His hand went to his shoulder where he'd been stabbed only to find it numb. He poked it. Nothing.
"You'll find no pains there."
He whipped around to see a little maid girl sitting on a bench in the corner. She pulled an awkward smile, but there was no happiness in her dead black eyes. He sat up and rubbed his back saying, "And just who are you?"
She quietly observed her conservative black slippers. "Mya. Just a servant."
"Thanks for numbing my arm," he said sheepishly. He wasn't accustomed to being humble. She was quite pretty with her perfect little nose and golden hair down to her back. He stared at her eyes. They were like the sky at midnight.
"I didn't do that.." she said, barely audible. "Clara did."
He looked around the room, coming aware that he should probably be getting out of there now. He glanced down. You could see his bones protruding on his chest, it was so skinny. He turned a tinge red. "Who's that? Then why are you in here?"
She sighed prettily and bore her stare through his forehead. "Well.. I've been sent to seduce you. Though I don't believe it's working."
His mouth dropped a bit, but he composed himself. "Really? I can't believe I be REDUCED TO THIS.."
She stood up. Her movements were that of a mouse's. "I didn't exactly volunteer. I don't find myself very arousing. Do you?"
"No," he replied shortly. He wondered whether Corky had gotten to the Black Prince and if they'd be here in time. "I'm leaving if you don't mind."
"Oh.. But I do."
"Uhhh.. Too bad, hot shot."
She looked at him exasperated. "Don't get so idiotic. I'm locked in here as well as you and we don't have any keys."
He grinned. "Who said we need keys?"
She looked at him as if he bored her. "I believe that I did."
"Don't take things so literally," he said indignantly and jumped from the table only to fall flat on the floor. She laughed quietly. He dragged himself up, red-faced to see her.
"You've just been shot. What do you expect?" she said, helping him to keep his place. Her head just barely reaching his shoulder did not help things.
"Pain-in-the-Ass-Bluejay would not have this problem," he muttered in annoyance.
She observed him curiously. "Pain in the ass? Why do you degrade your master?"
"Because he's an idiot!" he ranted. "First he saves my butt and expects me to help him! I don't take charity! Then he gets me KIDNAPPED and then almost KILLED. PLUS HE COMPLAINS ABOUT ME HALF THE TIME.. And makes his STUPID, WITTY REMARKS about my hair.. I've only been his friggen' apprentice for a week and I'm probably gonna' die here with YOU--"
"Excuse me? I'M trying to help you. Now stop yelling and stand for yourself." She almost stamped her foot, but remained her poise.
"Yeah.. Whatever.." he said under his breath as he finally gained control over his body. Well.. Everything besides his arm, which he couldn't even lift.
"So what is the point in you seducing me?" he asked pointedly.
"I don't know.." she replied shortly.
He shrugged and turned to the door and naively jiggled the handle. She shook her head and stepped forth. "What's your name anyways?"
"Err.. Fleetfoot.." he said as he began kicking the door.
"We'll be here forever.." she mumbled and plunked back down on the bench.
"I RESENT THAT STATEMENT!"
A/N: .. Who will Fleetfoot end up with? Three choices: Mya? Corey? Mortola? I will be taking a poll! you win … my admiration (?) if you guess correctly! Hehe.. Yes you all know this is just to get more reviews. SO VOTE DAMNIT!