Clarissa screeched, stepping back a few spaces.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
She pointed at their clothes.
"What are you wearing?"
She then pointed to the weapons that were pointed towards her. Tilting her head, she made a face to look completely innocent. Harmless.
"And why are you carrying a sword?" She blinked, then continued before they could answer. "Oh, I get it. One of those rotten friends of mine put you up to this, didn't they? Some sort of stupid trick too-"
The blond boy stepped closer, sword still raised.
Smiling widely, Clarissa went along with it. She raised her hands out in a sign of welcome. "Peace, friends. For I do not wish to hurt you."
They all let out great sighs, the other boy - he had dark hair and brown eyes, put his sword away. He didn't think she'd have it in her to hurt them.
The only girl stood on the left of the blond boy (who was still, by the way, clutching his weapon tightly, as if ready to strike if needed), stepped forward, hand outstretched to shake.
"I'm Lucy," she said calmly, eyes sparkling with curiosity, light hair blowing in the breeze. "Who are you?"
"Clarissa," Clarissa replied, smiling at how much the other girl reminded her of someone.
"Nice to meet you, Rissa. Can I call you that?"
"Sure," Rissa replied. "What can I call you?"
"Whatever you like, just not something mean."
"Or what?"
"Or we're going to banish you." The blond boy smirked.
"Banish? Man, you're harsh. Plus, who ever gave you the right to do that?"
"As-"
"No one did," the other boy cut in quickly. "I'm Edmund."
she laughed. "Yeah, sure. And you must be Peter, right? Geez, wait until I get my hands on Abbie and them..."
The three siblings looked at each other, confused. Then, questions were shot at her; left, right and center.
"Where are we?"
"How did you know my name?"
"Rissa, are you physic? And wait, you don't sound British at all. Yeah, Ed's right, where are we?"
Rissa shook her head. This couldn't be real. These things only happened to people in storybooks, not about people in storybooks. But then, she thought. Why does it look so real? Their clothes, the swords, they don't look like props and if they did, they're just as good as in the movies. This can't be happening. It can't be. "Guys, this has been fun, but it's getting pretty lame. I have homework to do and pets to feed. I should go now."
"Wait, Rissa! We need to know."
"Go away. Leave my clearing alone." Clarissa hissed at them, walking away.
"Amor Vincit Omnia," Edmund breathed. Something, somewhere deep inside Clarissa made her turn and look back at them. How did he know that line? Maybe it was popular back at the theatre they were hired from...but it was Clarissas' favorite line ever. It was her motto.
"Salve," she replied, simply.
Peter put his sword away too, seeing the calmness in both of his siblings' eyes. He then turned to the girl halfway across the clearing.
"Come and sit," he commanded. "We'll explain everything."
Sorry it's so short! I'll update sooner.
Alrighty then! So, I should be doing my math (again...) but I have an excuse today! (I was excused from class, missed the lesson, don't understand the homework, perfect, eh?) Not really...I'll try do it later though...But anyways...Guess what? I turn sixteen on Saturday :) And I just found out I'm teaching third graders for Sunday school. (Yep. I'm coool. :)) Today I also had to write a page for my English 11ADV class in Middle English. Is it weird I found Beowulf easier than Canterburry Tales? Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. And yes, I'm trying to make it not "Mary-Sue-ish" but it's a little difficult, seeing as though I'm inserting a new character into a group of them that are already well known and liked - but that's Fanfiction for you, I guess. I'll probably might not be updating a whole lot this weekend, but if I do, it'll be a lot (I'll either have no time, or to much time.) So have a good one. :) Thanks again to everyone!
Also, the little bit of latin I have there, came from my English class.
Amor Vincit Omnia means Love conquers all. Salve means welcome or greetings. :)