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Chapter 5

I was fed up. Fed up with the world and all that bull. God, why was I STILL stuck in this place. After all this felt like a fairy tale (girl discovers she's a fairy, gets kidnapped. Kidnappers are good and kind). The only part missing is GIRL ESCAPES! You know, in all fairy tales things end happily. I mean, being sixteen still qualifies me as a good and pure heroine, right? And good and pure heroines are supposed to, well, live good and pure lives after the terrible things that happen to them by the hand of some wacko.

Well, there sure was a wacko in this tale. Becca's uncle. But I guess I'm no pure and good heroine. Well, probably, unless those goons who created fairy tale rules are totally stereotypical. The worst thing that I have ever done was not clean my room when I was asked too. And maybe throw a fit about being a freaking fairy but that's it. And I'm pure too…unless they consider the amount of material that was passed trough my ears during my last year of schooling on earth. After all there are junior high students who have…well sick and gross minds and just had to yell out their freaky thoughts in the middle of the hallway.

Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I was going to have to stop waiting for something to end my long, repetitive days and do something. But instead, my fate was decided for me.

"Er, Addie." Leah was looking worried. Rebecca was looking at me.

"What? God, Leah, why are you looking like that? Your dearest Uncle Crackpot dead yet?" Hey, I was in no good mood. Either would you if you had gone through all that pain, boredom and sheer torture.

"Um, Addie? Uncle has decided that…" Rebecca's voice trailed off and her eyes were wide.

"Don't sound as if you've just discovered that I am to be killed and will finally be put out of my FRICKIN misery…" Not that that's would be a bad thing at this rate.

"Very funny." Finally! Leah had acquired a sense of humor. My life's work had been achieved. Not.

"Fine, fine…get on with whatever it is your panties were all in a wad over."

"Addie…" Leah stopped for a few seconds. "Well, um, this is going to take a while to explain."

"Go on," I encouraged, "tell me about why I will only have 2 meals a week instead of 3."

"Uncle has decided that you are not suitable company for the sisters of the heir to the throne to spend time with. Also, Uncle wants to test Jesse's loyalty to the throne to see if he can handle the torture. It shouldn't kill you. After all they tested the test out on humans and when they died, well, they testes it out on some blooded fairies. So while you will be facing imminent pain in the near future your life will still be insured to be with you until Uncle loses his temper." Rebecca. Said. All. That. What type of world was this when a young girl could say all of that like a robot. And I had an answer to that. A sad world.

"Um, okay." Brilliant. Instead of being guarded by a pair of clueless but nice fairies, I was going to me guarded by my kidnapper who, according to his sisters, wished he didn't have to kidnap me, etc. For all I knew the guy was a growing maniac. Whose greatest desire was to take control of my grandmother's kingdom.

Still, as intriguing (and dangerous) that that idea seemed, I highly doubted that it could be true. After all, while Jesse rarely spoke to me, he had always looked ashamed and worried for my health. My thoughts were cut off, though when Becca's words had finally sunken into my brain.

"Excuse me! The method of torture kills humans?"

"Well, yes. Eventually the method is deadly for all those with human blood. The less human blood the longer it takes to die…" Leah answered me as if she knew something was up. Her eyebrows raised almost like she wanted to ask me if I wanted to tell her something. I was tempted but…after all, her stupid uncle might somehow trick that information out of her. And maybe, just maybe I would be able to escape before the inevitable would happen. Maybe.

"Oh, well. Um, that's interesting information." Ha, there was no way she could claim that I was hiding something from her. I was totally and utterly playing it cool. Those drama classes my dad had enrolled me in when I was younger were so doing their job.

Leah moved to the bed where she slept. She reached under it and grabbed a bundle of her clothes and stuffed them into an old drawstring bag that was dangling from her arm. Apparently, she didn't care much about her appearance. Even I could have done a quick spell to fix that bag right up.

"Leah," I heard Rebecca's urgent whisper. "Do we have to leave right now?'' Rebecca's eyes were gazing at Leah's with a puppy dog look that would have melted even the stoniest heart. Or at least mine. But I guess my heart had become stone lately. After all, I had had to harden my heart up during my recent imprisonment.

"No, Becky. We must go home to mother and father. Or Jesse and Addie will get hurt."

"Won't they get hurt anyway?" Rebecca asked. My stomach clenched in dread.

"But we can't help that." Leah's voice was barely audible. I guess I was just lucky to have such good senses.

"But!"

"Rebecca, if we stay Mother and Father will get in trouble with Uncle." Leah's voice was urgent now. I was beginning to think that something was going on. Something besides starving to death and being tediously tortured. I knew that bad stuff was going to start happening. Or for all I knew it already was. After all, I wasn't exactly really up to date with the worldly events. I didn't really have a TV on hand. I mean, even the fairies on Cloud Nine had some type of TV device thing. But I was residing in a prison. And prisons here, apparently, weren't up to date with all the technology.

"All right. I'll come." Rebecca said. She looked down at where I was slumped with a look of pain on her face. But I was pretending to be off in my own world. It isn't exactly polite to eavesdrop.

Crack! I heard shouting from outside my cell. I rose up to look out of a small crack in the barred wall. Then I was suddenly whisked back by a strong arm on my shoulder. I opened my mouth to scream but a hand clamped over it before I could make a peep.

"Relax," A strong voice said. I turned my head and saw it was Jesse holding me back.

"What's going on? Where's Leah and Becky?" I'm sad to say that my voice sounded hysterical.

"Shh. Leah and Becca had to leave. They had no choice. It was one of my uncle's spells."

"Could you please answer the other question?" I tried to ignore the fluttering of my heart.

"Well, I can."

"That's nice. But I would really appreciate knowing what the hell is going on." My voice didn't waver.

"I suppose you could say that I am about to turn 18 and that the king thinks that keeping you prisoner will be good training so that I am not affected by the suffering of others." Even his grimace of annoyance couldn't make him look half as terrifying as some of the Red's army.

"Not to mention that my eyes haven't changed. Not even the slightest hint of red. And when my birthday comes along I will be of age. And having silver eyes just might push my uncle over the edge. After all, the heir to the throne cannot have silver eyes. At least according to Uncle."

"Oh, and is there anything else you're leaving out? Like perhaps why the walls are shaking and guards are shouting?"

Jesse didn't have to say a word. Even though I barely knew him, even though I had thought he was a cruel rival prince, all it took was his gaze to meet mine and I knew.

War.