SEE CHAPTER ONE FOR WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMER!
When the fight breaks out, it's only ten minutes after I've been sitting out under the ornamental charm trees, snacking on jerky and reading that stupid encyclopedia that I can never really ever seem to finish reading—even with those speed glasses.
By the time the fighting sounds reach me—and I've been watching all the outside guards rush to the interior of the lower section of the castle—there is little for me to actually do.
The Dove Sisters burst out from the bowels of the castle, brandishing stolen sworn, covered in dirt, blood and darkness.
It's almost refreshing.
These are not the damsels-in-distress that I was starting to worry about.
Now, in the bright light of the courtyard—because of course that would be all lit up—I can see that the white tint to their hair isn't really hair at all, but feathers.
Snowy white feathers.
Well.
That was unexpected.
Pained gasps and scarcely sensible murmurs are traded between them, Lefty leaning heavily on her sword that conveniently long enough for such a thing.
Righty clutches her arm as they trade looks between each other.
I give them a moment, before the slight burn on my arm reminds me that twenty minutes are almost over and I'll need to release them in a moment.
"This way-!" I call to them, standing up and summoning a flame to my hands. I'll need to burn the runes off of them—if they will let me.
It's not good for them to wear off on their own, but it does take a significant amount of trust to allow a flame near feather.
"You!" Righty lunges for me.
Lefty make a squeak of distress.
The guards burst out of the castle.
I open my mouth and scream.
The reverberating shockwave of sound knocks them all flat. And then I'm running, moving forward.
Grabbing Lefty's braid, I pour Hadrian's magic into her, demanding the natural shape of her true nature.
Her change triggers Righty's own and within seconds, there are two small turtledoves on the ground, cooing desperately to each other.
I scoop them into my rucksack—handy thing—and bolt.
Wings ripping free from my shoulders and weight altering with a touch of Theo's element. I'm airborne within seconds and carried even higher on the currents with scarcely a breath of effort.
Their magic sparks feebly within the sack, but I only make sure to hold it more carefully. They will be alright.
And there is one more turtledove piece and then that's that for the dove sisters. French Hens are next. Hint, hint! Thanks for reading and reviewing! ~Scion