Snippet #1064366

The Hotel

Sorcha followed behind Masaharu while assisting the still dazed Saige to the hotel. Once inside, the girls stood a foot away while he conducted business with the receptionist and then handed a white squared shaped object to them both. Anyone else would recognize it as a key, but not Sorcha. She’d never seen such an object in her entire life and wondered what sort of technology this was. Before she had the chance to ask Masaharu, chaos broke loose as a group of men wearing odd clothing entered the lobby and began making demands of the receptionist.

One of the members reached over the counter and backhanded the woman, nearly knocking her off balance. Sorcha gasped in surprised and was rudely pushed aside by guests as they ran from the men, trying to escape before they turned their anger onto living things. Before she knew it, Sorcha had been separated from Masaharu and Saige. She saw neither of them upon close inspection of the lobby. She’d managed to find a decent spot, shielding herself from their view. Earth was beginning to prove a very odd place and the Princess couldn’t wait to find her brothers and return to Concordia.

Outside Sean’s Estate

The Princess had escaped and was here? On Earth? How had such a dainty, petite little thing managed that? The League were usually pretty good about their security and hardly let anything go by unnoticed. Was the King beginning to lose his magical touch or was he becoming way too confident? Well, whatever it was, it didn’t matter. The Princess was here. On Earth. And now the importance of Corissa’s mission had doubled. Great, just when things were beginning to go rather well. Sighing, she crosses her arms and looks up at her master.

“Everything is just peachy, until now. She is going to ruin everything and now—we might even have to kill Se—Er, I mean, Taran. Do you have any ideas or are you just making it all up as you go? What is it I need to do besides see that the little girl doesn’t find him?” If Sorcha did find him, and the other two, then maybe—just maybe Concordia would return to it’s peaceful state and Corissa could return to her home in the little forest that happened to be a part of the lands once ruled by Taran himself. If so, then maybe—she and Taran could—No. Don’t think like that. Why would you even think like that, Corissa?! You idiot. She scolded herself mentally then felt a drop of rain of her nose, soon followed by another and another until it began to outright pour on them. Sighing once again, she takes Scythe’s hand and starts pulling him towards the back door and opens it.

“He is not happy that you are here. Look what you have done… you’ve made it rain again.” Smirking, she leads him up the stairs and to her bedroom where she closes the door behind him, locking it. “Now, tell me what you expect me to do and how. What are you going to do about the Princess?”