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Italic means thoughts, flashbacks, and Dream P.O.V.

*Owl speaks*

Chapter 4

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" I questioned as we stood on a road with snow covering the ground and trees. We were waiting for the duel to start.

The other fighter came, making us stand up, and had Aramis give the pre-talk to D'Artagnan.

"What's the vital thing to remember in a duel?" He questioned.

"Honor?" D'Artagnan question.

Porthos slaps him in the back of the head.

"Not getting killed, right?" Porthos said. "Biting, kicking, gouging, it's all good."

"I was raised to fight like a gentleman," D'Artagnan replied.

"Were you raised to die young?" Aramis asked.

"You don't have to do this," Athos whispered. "It's Musketeer business."

"I can handle it," D'Artagnan started and gave Athos his glove.

Athos took it and walked until he was in the middle and dropped the glove. The sound of metal meeting metal is the same as the other guy attacked D'Artagnan. D'Artagnan quickly lost his dagger, but he kept fighting, mangling to get a kick in the other guy's private.

"I taught him that move." Porthos laughed.

The duel was more metal and flesh on flesh punches and kicking within the end of D'Artagnan winning by flipping the sword away. He pushed him away.

"Lay down your weapons!" We heard a red guard.

"Red guards," Porthos stated.

"Red Guards!" Aramis yelled. "Sophie goes now; we will catch up."

"But…" I started.

"Now!" Athos ordered.

I ran fast as possible; I didn't look back. I was looking ahead and mangled to find somewhere safe to hide until Someone grabbed me. I started to fight to get free.

"Lena, it's us." I heard Porthos's voice making me relax.

(TL)

He was sitting in Papa's office hearing him verbally abuse Porthos, Aramis, and Athos, silently preparing myself to get my yelling.

"You all knew the penalty for dueling, but you let D'Artagnan go ahead!" I heard him yell. "Regardless. Did any of you think at all? Dismissed!"

More fear and terrible came to my heart,

"What would papa do send me home?" I thought as I heard the heavy boot steps.

"Sophie Helene Treville!" Papa yelled. "What we're you thinking, and how did you do think that was a good idea!"

"I'm sorry, Papa," I whispered.

The wooden door was slammed shut with the entrance of Athos, Aramis, and Porthos. That is when I took a breath and relaxed.

"D'Artagnan was taken to the Chatelet at 10:00 this morning," Papa said. "He's awaiting execution, at his Majesty's pleasure. Congratulations! You had me Convinced. And I knew the whole thing was a charade."

"We certainly fooled the rest of the men," Aramis said. "They hate us."

"They think we betrayed a friend," Porthos added. "It makes me sick."

"Provoking a duel was a brilliant idea," Papa said. "That Sophie thought of."

I nodded at that. Porthos put a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course, Sophie would think this," he said. "With that massive mind of hers."

"Thanks, Porthos," I replied.

"The world had to believe D'Artagnan's arrest was genuine," Papa said.

"I still think one of us should have done it." Athos retorted.

"Vadim would never trust a King's Musketeer," Papa pointed out. "It had to be someone he didn't know."

"He's a Gascony farm boy, promising but raw. There's too much at stake." Athos replied.

"Well, he has to prove himself some time, so why not now?" Papa inquired.

"Well, I think he can do it, and I'm a pretty good judge of character," Porthos added.

Aramis laughed at the comment. "You're a terrible judge of character, especially when you're sober," he said.

"Vadim stole enough gunpowder to start a small war," Papa added. "Where is it? What was he planning? Where are his men? If D'Artagnan can bring us the answers, his life is worth the risk. Tomorrow is Good Friday; the Queen pardons a few deserving prisoners at this time every year. I've put all on her guard detail. You can check on him then."

"Of course, Captain," Athos said.

"You all can go apart, you Sophie." Papa declaimed.

"We will do it outside if you go us, Sophie." Aramis offered.

Shooting them a smile as there walked out, pulling the door shut.

"What do you need, Papa?" I question.

"The Queen is looking for a new lady-in-waiting, and I was thinking of you, Sophie," Papa stated.

"Papa?" I question. "Must we bring this up at a time like this?"

"Sophie, I'm just thinking what might be the best for you," Papa replied.

"Could we please talk about this another day," I offered? "Or at least after this situation."

"Fine," Papa stated.

I stood up and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you, Papa," I replied before heading out of his office.

(TL)

"Captain Treville!" I heard Bonacieux, and I groaned. "The material for your new cape," I watched from the upstairs canopy. I looked down to see him with his short black hair and wearing all black with just a piece of white. Wearing pants and a guy shirt with a black leather vest and black boots. I could also see Constance, and I smiled. She had a long pale blue skirt with a dark purple vest and tan hat. With their page boy. "A beautiful piece of cloth." I watched as Papa touched it. "I was not surprised to hear of D'Artagnan's arrest." I heard Papa and Bonacieux. I bit my tongue from telling him to the piece of crap. "Always struck me as the criminal type."

"Is that so?" Papa question.

"Yes, I hope they hang him," He replied. "Even though I will suffer for it. He still owes me a month's rent."

"Your self-sacrifice in the name of justice does you credit, Monsieur," Papa said.

I bit my tongue harder.

"Hello, Monsieur Bonacieux." I acknowledge.

There both look at me.

Papa just nodded to me.

"Hello, Mademoiselle Treville," He said.

"Please excuse me," I added, walking past them and heading down to talk with Constance.

"A beautiful morning," I heard Aramis say, causing me to look. "Madame Bonacieux."

"I doubt if it looks so good from inside the Chatelet prison," Constance replied as I walked down the final stairs.

"You've heard about D'Artagnan?" Athos questioned as he and Porthos came over.

"You know, these stories can be greatly exaggerated," Porthos added.

"Really?" Constance question.

"Mmm." Porthos hummed.

"I was told you led him into danger and then abandoned him," Constance stated.

"That one's about right," Porthos stated.

"He's your friend. What are you going to do about it?" Constance question.

"We've been getting along well," Aramis stated. "But I wouldn't say friends, exactly." Constance slapped him as he was about to take a bit of a biscuit.

It causes me to laugh and cover my mouth with my hand.

"He trusted you!" She screamed.

Right as Bonacieux raced down the stairs.

"My most humble apologies, sir!" He called. "I can't think what came over her."

"Your wife's actions were fully justified," Aramis started pulling off his hat. "It is I who should apologize," Bonacieux grabbed Constance's hand, put his hat on, and dragged Constance out. Aramis grabbed his jaw. "God, I love that in a woman."

"What?" Porthos question. "Passion?"

"Violence." He laughed.

"Aramis?" I question. "I give up on you." I started to walk back to the stairs.

"Now, why do you give up on me, Sophie?" Aramis question.

"You were egging her on," I replied. "And you derived it, and did you hear how he said what came over her? She has a name, you idiot."

"So you not mad at me you're madder at him?" Porthos question.

"Yes," I replied. "Do be safe when you go to the prison pass on my greeting to D'Artagnan."

"We will." I heard Porthos respond.

(TL)

With Papa and the others out on the queen duty. It meant that I would be able to offer a small offering to a mother. I was the demigod daughter of the goddess Athena. If anyone apart from Papa to find out, I would be called a hectic and be burned at stake, or be called a witch and the same thing. I did this in secret; I pulled out a piece of fantastic cheese. I when to the fireplace, which The flames brightly lighted.

"Please offer this small offer, Mother," I whispered, throwing the cheese into the fire. The flame happily took the cheese, melting it fast. "Please keep them safe and sound."

As the cheese melted and disappeared into ashes. I smiled, feeling that I had please Mother.

(TL)

"They did what!" I screamed after hearing what had happened.

"Breath, Lena," Porthos ordered, patting my back to calm me down.

"Vadim is now free, and still, we are no idea what he is planning," Papa stated.

"What is the planning?" I question aloud. "I need to figure this out."

"Sophie, don't burn yourself out," Papa stated.

"I can figure it out," I muttered. "Let me think."

"Of course, Lena." Papa humors me.

"How much gunpowder did he take again?" I question.

"Enough for a small war," Papa stated.

"That could mean possible reasons," I replied. "War? Or possibly a riot? Or something completely different."

"You will get it, Lena," Papa said. "Breath and think."

"I will, Papa," I replied.

"Hopefully, your mother's wisdom will come," Papa stated.

"Yes, hopefully," I replied.

Night had come, and I was still no closer to Vadim's planning. When Constance went through the doors, I kept looking at the night sky, trying to plot the ideas.

"Constance, what is wrong?" I question, running down the stairs.

"Where is Athos?" She questioned. "D'Artagnan is in my home and had information."

"Come along," I replied. "I know where they all are." I brought her over to where the three of them were eating.

"We have to go. This is important," I stated. "D'Artagnan has information."

We all somehow got into the house without any of us being seen.

"Vadim plans to murder the King and Queen," D'Artagnan stated. "Some fantasy of a peasant rebellion."

"Have you seen the gunpowder?" Athos question. "Any weapons?"

D'Artagnan shook his hand no.

"What about his men?" Aramis question.

"In hiding," He replied.

"When is this plan supposed to take place?" Athos question.

"Vadim's careful," D'Artagnan said. "He doesn't say much."

"Does he trust you?" Porthos asked.

"As much as he does anyone," D'Artagnan said. "Felix doesn't, but I can handle him. Vadim once said the secret to a good trick is to make people look the wrong way."

"What do you think he meant?" Aramis question.

"Honestly?" D'Artagnan question. "I have no idea."

"You've done enough," Athos said. "We'll take it from here."

"Pick him up now, and the King and Queen are still in danger," D'Artagnan said.

"What do you suggest?" Athos question.

"I go back in," D'Artagnan said.

That was when Constance came in with Wine and not a happy look on her face.

"They told me about the duel and your imprisonment," Constance said. "That it was all faked."

"Rather well, you have to admit," Aramis said, only to be slapped again.

It caused Porthos to laugh, and I bit my lip to stop laughing. Constance shot both of us a look of pure death. I nodded my head, and Porthos held his hand up, saying sorry.

"What for this time?" Aramis question.

"Letting me think the worst," She replied. "First, I thought you were a condemned man, then a fugitive, and now this! How many ways can a man think of to get himself killed?"

"Well," I whispered to myself, getting a look from Porthos to not say a thing.

Constance then stomps out; Aramis when to get the wine, pulling the stop out with his teeth, looking at D'Artagnan.

"I think she likes you." He muttered and poured D'Artagnan some wine.

"It's too dangerous." Athos reasoned.

"I can do this," D'Artagnan reasoned back. "Trust me."

"I trust him," I muttered. We all look before Athos puts his hand on D'Artagnan's shoulder, giving him the blessing.

"This evening, Vadim visited women called Suzette Pinault," D'Artagnan said. "You'll find her in the Rue Lagrange. She's his mistress." He then walked away, and I heard the door slam.

"Do know he is trying to prove himself," I noted.

"Tell me we've made the right decision," Athos stated.

"Absolutely," Aramis added, drinking his wine; Porthos and I nodded.

"Definitely," Porthos added himself.

"Well…" Athos stated. "What could go wrong?"

"You!" I heard Bonacieux shout. "How dare you show your face here again? Guards! Guards!"

"I do believe that Bonacieux is back," I muttered. "Shall we handle this?"

We pulled our hats on and headed out to see Constance standing in front of D'Artagnan.

"Step back, please, Monsieur," Athos ordered.

"This man is a wanted criminal," Bonacieux growled.

"I said, step back," Athos replied.

"I suggest you do as he says." Aramis offered to pull his rifle onto his arm.

"Is this a threat?" Bonacieux question.

"Not yet," Porthos added.

Bonacieux became quiet and didn't say anything.

"Good Decision," Aramis added.

"Once again, I'm in your debt," D'Artagnan muttered to Constance as he ran off.

"Good evening," Athos added.

We walked away, only to hear someone shout, "Hey, you! D'Artagnan!"

"We are needed again." I joked.

We raced through the streets of Paris to find D'Artagnan.

"D'Artagnan!" Athos shouted. We can stop to see two dead red guards and D'Artagnan looking worried. The night sky was rumbling with thunder. "Go! We'll deal with this," Athos slapped D'Artagnan's arm. "Porthos, follow D'Artagnan watch his back."

The rest of us started to move the body, get them off the main street, and make them look like they were killing each other.

(TL)

As Athos and Aramis when to talk to this Suzette Pinault. I sat on the stairs in the Garrison, thinking about what D'Artagnan had said.

"What does it mean that the secret to a good trick is to make people look the wrong way?" I thought to myself. "Perhaps he doesn't want to kill the King and Queen but wants to kill someone else."

"Lena!" Porthos yelled, causing me to jump.

I blink to see Porthos will an annoyed look on his face.

"Yes?" I question.

"You been looking at the same wall for two hours," He replied.

"Sorry," I added. "I was thinking."

"Let me guess about Vadim?" Porthos question.

"Yes," I muttered. "I need to figure out this problem, but it's proving very hard."

"You will figure it out, Lena," Porthos added, putting a hand on my shoulder. "The answer might be right in front of you, Lena."

"Thank you, Porthos," I replied.

"Think nothing of it, Lena," Porthos added, putting a massive hand on my shoulder.

"Hopefully, when Athos and Aramis come back after talking with Suzette Pinault, we will get some more information about Vadim and, more important, possibly his plan," I stated.

"Hopefully," Porthos added. "But now you should get sword training in it might help."

(TL)

Night had after, and once again, it was thundering but now raining. From what I heard from Athos and Papa, Vadim planned to attack the King and Queen after Easter mass. As well, Vadim was a servant in the palace, and after the theft of the Queen, Diamond necklace is when Vadim disappeared. I had a feeling that was something key to this. Porthos had gone back to the watching over D'Artagnan. Aramis was tailing Suzette Pinault, so he was gone. I had a choice to keep my distance to allow myself to think. I heard a hooting sound, causing me to look to my right to see a tiny owl looking at me. It had a flat-topped head, a plump body with a short tail. Its fathers were greyish-brown, with white spots and a darker brown streak in its wings. They hopped over to me and rubbed his head on my arm. I was causing a slight smile to appear on my face. I scratched the owl's head.

(Flashback)

The tiny owl is the owl that I healed when I was a child. I gave him the name Jerome. When he finally recovered, I set to let him go, but he returned repeatedly. When I discovered my true mother's bloodline, it started to make a scene, and Jerome returned to me nearly every night. I didn't believe my father until Jerome began to talk to me. He was making sounds.

*"Thank you for helping me, my friend,"* He clicked. It was making me look at Jerome like I had lost my mind. Jerome hopped over to me and rubbed his head on my arm. "Again, thank you."

*"Are you talking to me?"* I question, unsure of what to say.

*"Of course, my friend,"* Jerome stated.

*"How is this happening?"* I question.

*"Since your mother is what she is, that is why I can speak with you,"* Jerome explains. *"You can speak with other owls and me."*

(End of Flashback)

I was still worried about the others, but having Jerome here was a small comfort. Porthos came rushing in, and Jerome flew off.

*"I will come back later!"* He cried.

"Please tell me that your father is in Lena?" Porthos question.

"Yes, he is Porthos; go right in," I replied.

"Don't stay out here for the whole night Lena," He replied as he ran past me. "I don't want you to get sick."

"I won't stay out here for long," I added.

He ran into the office, and within seconds Papa, Athos, and Porthos ran out and got the other Musketeers running to fight.

"Hoot… hoot!" I heard it, causing me to see Jerome looking at me with a twisted head.

I just rolled my eyes and offered my arm; Jerome flapped his wings and flew down and landed on my extended arm. I rubbed his head feathers.

*"Let's get you inside where it is warm and dry for you."* I offered.

He pushed his face into my shoulder and rubbed. I walked into the office and shut the door. He flapped his wings and pushed off me to fly to Papa's desk chair and just sat there, causing me to stand by the fire to get warm.

*"Tell me why you in Paris and not in Lyons are?"*Jerome asked.

*"Family reasons,"* I answered. *"Papa was missing me, and so here I am."*

*"Understood," Jerome replied. "This is different me. I would rather be in the countryside, far better prey for me."*The Thunder roared above us,

The Thunder roared above us,

*"Someone made Lord Zeus annoyed,"* I stated.

*"I know,"* Jerome replied.

The sound of boots stepping on mud.

*"There back," I announced. "I need to find a place for you to hide,"*

I started to look and found a truck; I pulled it open to see could just have some blankets and some clothes. *"Get in, now."*

*"Why?"* Jerome question.

*"Just do it,"* I ordered.

*"Fine."* Jerome groaned, hopping off the chair and hopping to the truck and hopping in.

"You better give me a good amount of Moles and Mouse,"* Jerome said,

*"Fine,"* I muttered, pulling the truck shut.

The door was thrown open to show Papa, Athos, Aramis, and Porthos.

"What happens?" I question, looking worried.

"Vadim and his men were not there, and we found blood we believed it is D'Artagnan," Athos stated.

"This is not good," I replied. "Not good, not good."

"Lena takes a breath," Papa stated.

"Sorry," I stated. "It just I'm worried about him that all."

"I understand that, Lena, but we will help him but right now, we need to focus on protecting the King and the Queen tomorrow." Papa started.

"Understood, Papa," I noted.

(TL)

As I sat at the Garrison while the others were protecting the King and the Queen. Going over everything is when I realized that the attack on the King and Queen was a lie and his intended target was the crown jewel. I knew that I needed to act, but I learned to tell the others. I put my hat and cloak on as I ran down the stairs; I quickly stabled up Star and kicked her hard, making her canter. I felt that Athos had more than likely realized the farce. She was cantering with Star heading through the palace, hoping that I wasn't that late, the sound of the explosion caused Star to rear up.

"Uh, Star," I muttered, pulling her back; she stomped down on the ground. "You're alright, Star, you're alright."

I pulled her rein back and tapped her side, and she started to move again. I pulled her into a canter again and reached the palace; smoke was coming from the explosion, pulling the reins to signal Star to stop. I hopped off, letting the sound of boots hit the ground; I quickly prep my muskets and cautionary when in. Fear was rushing through me but forcing it down into my stomach. Walking through the wreckage caused by Vadim was terrifying, moving the fear down more. A massive explosion roared below me, causing me to shake and fall, pushing my hands to break my fall.

"From below?" I question. "He is below me that would make scent the vault the best place."

Following the smell of smoke and the amount rolling out, standing up and headed towards the smoked filled staircase. I looked behind me once more to ensure I didn't see any of Vadim's men, and I didn't see much to my pleasure. I took a breath and started to walk down the Smokey staircase. Heavy footsteps ran towards me, causing me to stop in mid-step. I ran back the steps, ready to defend myself; I can into contact with Athos, who grabbed me, forcing me to jerk to a stop.

"Care to explain?" He questions with a look.

"I will explain everything later," I replied. "Right now, can we focus on the matter at hand?"

"Fine," Athos replied.

The Chaos around us was maddened,

"There he is!" Aramis shouted, making me look and raise my guns at Vadim. Who was a middle-aged man with dark hair cut short and dark cold eyes, wearing old and dirty clothes with a large bag on his back? The jewelry was more than likely in there.

Vadim ran, causing us to give chase.

"Shoot him on sight!" I heard someone yell.

We chased him down a stone staircase into a stone basement through the palace. A sick feeling slipped through my stomach. Something terrible was going to happen.

"There's nowhere to run!" Aramis screamed. "Surrender or die! It's up to you." We started to walk down the stairs with Athos and Porthos in front of me with Aramis behind.

Vadim drops something.

"It's over, Vadim," Athos stated clammily.

"Not quite," Vadim replied, turning to face us.

"Where's D'Artagnan?" Porthos question.

Vadim just smiled a sickly-sweet smile. Warning bells were screaming. "Is he dead?" Athos question

Vadim just kept smiling as he went to cover his ears.

"Bang," He stated.

I was pulled from behind; a loud explosion shook everything around me, followed by a blast of dust and stone. The debris was all over. I felt Aramis's arms around my waist, coughing from the dust.

"Sophie, are you alright?" I heard Aramis questioning.

"Yes," I replied. "I believe so."

Aramis's arms were pulled away from my waist as I felt my boots on the ground. Coughing came over me again; I waved the dust away from me. The ringing in my ears forced me to rub my ears, fingering my muskets before following Aramis down the steps to find Athos starting to get up and Porthos coughing.

"Felix is dead." I heard deep in the stones. "Where's Vadim gone?"

"Shall we?" I question.

"Of course," Aramis said.

We started to walk to the sound the dust was giving us cover.

"Hold it there," Porthos growled as we walked towards the voice.

"Musketeers!" One of them shouted. "Kill them!"

This led to a fight; Vadim men shot first, causing me to dodge and fire back. We won the battle. I could hear the good sword fighting.

"I hear them this way," I started running, making them follow.

"So, you are alive?" Athos question.

"I think so," D'Artagnan replied.

"Vadim?" Aramis question.

"Wounded. Badly." D'Artagnan replied, holding up the sword with a large amount of blood. "He can't have got far."

D'Artagnan held up the torched and led us through the caves. I could hear metal hitting the ground, meaning we were heading the right way.

The Caves started to get lighter, meaning we were coming out of the darkness to light; D'Artagnan dropped the torch and climbed out to some of the dry river banks.

"Stop there, Vadim!" Porthos ordered muskets at the ready, with D'Artagnan and Aramis following his lead. Athos and I follow up the rear. "Stop!"

D'Artagnan ran ahead of Porthos and stood himself in front of Vadim with the rest of us with swords at the ready-to-fight.

"I have strangled you at the Chatelet," Vadim muttered, gasping for breath. "Saved myself a lot of trouble." He then crashed to his side.

"Why didn't you?" D'Artagnan question.

"For the fun of it," Vadim whispered, "It was a good trick. It should have worked."

"It nearly did," D'Artagnan replied, kneeling to his level.

Vadim breathes shallowly and dead, still holding the coin.

(TL)

As the others dealt with Bonacieux, I was forced to stay back to handle Papa.

"That was reckless," Papa growled. "You could have killed Sophie."

"Papa, if you would let me talk for a moment," I growled back.

"Well, I'm listening," Papa stated, knotting his hands together.

"Papa, I was simply doing the duty of all the king Musketeers," I declared. "While you and others were protecting the King and Queen, I realized Vadim's true plan, and I acted on it; I would have sent word but because all of the garrisons apart from cook and myself were with the protect duty."

"Still, the explosion, Vadim, or his men could have killed you!" Papa argued.

"Well, I wasn't Papa, so be happy about that." I countered.

"Sophie, I understand that your heart was in the right place," Papa noted. "But you have to understand and know your limitations."

"Excuse me!" I declared. "I may be a woman, but I am just as powerful as any man!" I shot Papa a sharp and dirty look with my dark stormy gray eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sophie, but it's my duty as our father to worry about you and have some perfect like you," Papa pointed out. "You are so much your mother, Sophie, and she would have done the same thing to me as you are doing to me."

"I understand that Papa, but you need to let me do this," I added. "I can be just as great as the others. Please just give me a chance."

"I will think about it, Sophie," Papa stated. "But please use caution instead of rushing in."

"Of course, Papa." I implied, coming over to him and kissing his cheek. "I will."

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