Setting
The land where Rewritten takes place can be thought of as one giant continent surrounded by sea. The continent is divided into five different zones, simply referred to as the North, the South, the East, the West, and in the center of the land, the Hub. Each area has its own landmarks, populations, kingdoms, and creatures, all discussed below.
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The North
Status: Partially ruled by the West, mostly independent
The North provides warm climated areas, such as jungles, beaches and deserts, instead of dense forests and thick mountain ranges. Due to its cozy temperatures, the North houses a variety of animals and magical creatures, the most popular being mermaids. A popular beach area, many scurvy pirates and rough sailors can be found resting in the many inns the North supplies. The population is neither sparse nor particularly crowded. Most people found around here are sea merchants and travelers. The city of Agrabah, as well as the kingdom ruled by Eric and Ariel (Atlantia) can be found in this tropical-like area.
The South
Status: Partially ruled by the East, moderately independent
The South is very meagerly populated. Believed to be bigger than how it appears on a map, the zone is very vast, open, and deserted. The outer layer of the South is the usual forest and hillside type of region. The middle is deep country; lots of never-ending plains and fields. Many farmers can be found in the heart of the south. Then, towards the inside, grasslands and prairies are replaced with valleys and mountains. Cold, rough, and dangerous, the deep South is a place that still needs to be completely discovered, as many humans dare not tread within the area. Dragons, trolls, golems, and other nasty creatures can be found there. Although residents are sparse, that doesn't necessarily make the South a safe place to travel. There tend to be a lot of criminals that hide in the zone's protection, and although charming and quaint, it can be a place where you always need to keep watch.
The East
Status: Ruled by Prince Phillip's and the Sleeping Beauty's kingdom
Similar to the South, the East is filled with forests and hills. In fact, the area is brimming with tall trees and steep mountain ranges. Ruled by Prince Phillip and his fiancee, Aurora, many magic-users flee here to escape punishment and persecution in the West. Essentially, this means that the zone is brimming with all kinds of magical creatures and beings. However, the amount of magical influence is not necessarily a good thing, because the East does have a high population of dark wizards and necromancers. The area is somewhat rural, however, it is nowhere near the population of the South. This region tends to be popular for its many scenic sights.
The West
Status: Ruled by Queen Snow White and her husband's kingdom
The most populated area, the West has always seemed to be crowded with many towns, villages, cities, and kingdoms. However, there are a few rustic spots here and there. Booming with people, the West is a mostly industrial region. Because of this, there are some residents who are awfully greedy. It has been a target for thieves, (like the Merry Men) and maintains a steady wave of criminals and vagrants. With so much felony that goes on in the West, one may ask how it manages to maintain such a high population. The answer is this: the military. Known to have the strongest forces since the world's beginning, the West is full of many famous fighters and war heroes that have kept the area in balance. Many people really do believe that this zone will win the war due to its military's power, as well as the power of its ruler, Snow White.
The Hub
Status: Independent
For such a small size, the Hub, or center of the world, is an interesting place. Although unofficial, it is often given the nickname of "The Capitol". Instead of having a rustic or medieval feel to it, the Hub's atmosphere is that of a Victorian/Renaissance era. The people there are wealthier, the architecture is more finely designed, and the technology is exquisite. (Some residents are even able to afford powerful weapons, such as small pistols and cannons that cannot be found anywhere else.) It is said that from the dawning of time, this tiny zone was proclaimed to be an area of peace, growth, and knowledge. This is certainly true, as it has remained independent for quite a long time, and is always neutral towards any conflict. The Hub is often picked on by other areas due to its large population of aristocrats and its residents' naivete to events that occur outside the zone. However, it may not be long until the Hub has an actual role in the war, as both the East and the West have discussed the possibility of capturing the peaceful and powerful area...
Dimensions and Other Worlds
Scattered throughout the five zones are gateways to other worlds and dimensions that blatantly differentiate from reality. Areas like Wonderland, Neverland, and the Giants' castle in the sky contribute to the list of places added on to the regular world. After the explosion, Wonderland's and Neverland's residents were tossed out of the two dimensions and transported to the five zones. Both the East and West always bicker about who has the rights to claim these multiple worlds. For now, all of them remain independent.
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Alice Kingsleigh [16] "Curioser and Curioser..."
Prince Adam [15] "Do not trust your eyes too much."
Marian Sutton [14] "I am quite capable of defending myself, thank you."
Ariel Atlantica [14] "All I have is a name.. but it's enough."
Aurora L. Rose [12] "The sun may set in the West, but come morning.. it will rise again in the East."
Prince Eric [11] "I fight this war for Friendship, for Partnership, and for Love... That is why I fight"
Scarlet Reed [9] Unavailable Character
William Darkblood [9] "Don't come near. You don't know me. I'm a monster."
Babayaga [6] "How can I help you when I can't even help myself?!"
Aladdin [4] "Riches? Glamour? Silk? This life is not for me. I can't be myself"
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“Are you all right, sir?”
Prince Adam blinked, and quickly looked downwards.
He knelt before the young girl. “How did you do that?”
“Now, that’s something I’d like to know myself.” His lip curled and revealed two sharp fangs.
Adam watched with slight amusement as the young girl recollected herself. He was thrice her size, towering over her like a draft horse. He looked down at her large, doe-like blue eyes as they examined him with utmost curiosity. She had a child-like quality, he thought. It was most peculiar to see. “You are,” Adam’s voice was slow and coarse, like the swing of a great sword. “Very strange,” he continued, gently twirling a lock of her gold hair on his clawed fingers. His tail began to swing and snap in the air. She smelt different, odd. Adam’s nose twitched at her unfamiliar scent. “Where are you from, girl?” he said, resting his great body on the earth. His head was propped on his folded paws. Only now did Adam match the height of her shoulders. The tip of his black buffalo horns glistened in the sunlight. It was still day.
“Thank you,” Adam turned to the red-haired girl. “You saved my life,”
He bowed his head in return, feeling a little flustered. The words seemed to escape him. As Adam rested he watched the other girl as she went from carcass to carcass, picking the arrows from their bodies. There was something in her small activity that sparked in his head. As a boy, Adam threw stones, practiced at archery in the yard and engaged in other games that were of the aiming and shooting kind. He smiled a little at the memory, and suddenly the moment came where he realised that he had a castle. They could rest there for the night, Adam thought excitedly. How far could it be? He squinted towards the sky for a few moments, and then to the girls. They seemed as troubled as he was. All Adam had was a fresh memory of a luxurious palace, which he had no clue of where it was.
“What are we to do now?” He said. “I do hope one of us knows the way out of these woods.”
Scarlet starred at the boy who was also starring at her in confusion and intrigue. She waited for him to give her some answers, apparently she was not the only one who felt as if they had meet before; somewhere, somehow. Suddenly, he came closer and her body shivered; truth was she couldn't quite understand her body's reaction. "My name is Darkblood. William Darkblood. Other than that, I dunno who else I am..." he said, Scarlet opened her eyes wide open knowing he was in the same situation as she was. She was surprised to learn that he had at least remembered his own name whereas she couldn't even decipher such a simple thing. All she had was the memories of Granny and even then, her memories were incomplete.
His eyes shifted from her gaze unto the ground, "Now it's my turn, miss. Who are you?" the question caught her off guard, it was the obvious thing that he would only ask her the same thing but the question almost made her drop her basket. Suddenly the pain she had felt before pierced through her again and gave her another headache, she took some time before she could continue but as soon as she was able to speak she explained herself, "It would seem like you are not the only one who... can't remember." Scarlet paused for a moment and remembered the awkward conversation she had heard between the man who'd called himself 'prince Eric' and the girl who appeared to be also royalty, "by the looks of it, I don't think we're alone in this..."
She paused for a moment looking at her red cloak and remembered that in the memories of Granny there was but one thing she'd call her, "I suppose you can call me Red." she said feeling much comforted in knowing she was not alone. She gave a small smile to William and extended her hand to him."I hope this doesn't make me a horrible person but it's good to know I'm not alone in this... mess." she said admittedly, hoping that somehow sticking together with Will would somehow trigger her memories, that he could be the key for her to remember.
Eric sat quietly while Aurora described the events of her morning, and how she had forgotten the identity of her true love. He bowed his head silently. It must be painful... to know you were capable of such happiness to warrant a marriage, only to lose it and have no memory of who, how, or why... and in the wake, to set out on a journey of such importance. Queen Aurora seemed determined to tough it through her predicament. Though hers was not much different than his own. He too had no true memory of his life... but at least he wasn't living an obliterated love.
He could tell how nervous the queen was. She had taken it upon herself to solve this problem for everyone, and that was quite the burden to bear. He was very glad he happened upon her. These were dangerous woods. He was sure Aurora could handle herself, but Eric had extensive combat training, and would stop anyone and anything from attacking her. But The queen's fear and nervousness was not only for herself, but for all who had been affected. She was clearly a remarkable ruler, and Eric was proud to serve under her.
She was nervous about the witch Babayaga as well. Eric wasn't extremely knowledgeable about magic, as it hadn't come up in he and Grim's talks. If this witch was the cause of all of this then she must have a way to counteract it. Perhaps the witch had a cure, but not a reason to use it. Perhaps Babayaga liked it better this way.
"I'm sorry. It's just, Peabottom doesn't understand. How could she? I confess that I am both happy you are experiencing this with me and sad to hear you say so. What do you remember, Prince Eric?" It was a question he'd asked himself before. The answer was not helpful in the least. "I... I don't remember anything. Everything I know about myself is what others have told me." He couldn't help but be jealous of Aurora. She seemed to be more with her mind than he was. Whenever he tried to rack his brain, there was just that melody. It had been buzzing around his brain since he'd first awoken. He payed it no mind though, it was obviously just a shanty from his crew. "I've spoken with Grimsby about my past. He told me I was one of the greatest sailors on the sea, and that I was a prince, and your Naval Commander, but apart from that I'm lost. It was pure luck that I happened upon you in the first place. When I awoke I was on my ship in the middle of the sea. He chuckled slightly. "There is nigh more disorienting than waking with no memory in the middle of the ocean.
He looked up at her for the first time during their conversation, and she looked concerned. He took her hand, and in an attempt to lift her spirits, he reassured her. "Aurora, even if this Babayaga doesn't have the solution to our predicament, there is an enormous amount of magic in this world. Someone somewhere will have our answer, I can feel it in my bones." Despite the prince's unflappable confidence, she did not seem convinced. He sighed, taking her other hand, now speaking in a much more serious tone. "Aurora. If I promise you nay, 'swear' it to you, by my honor that I will not give up on our quest, no matter what obstacles we may face, will you do the same? There is nothing in this world that can break a sailor's word." He punctuated this with a small smile. He knew the only way they would succeed would be for them to roll with the punches and keep searching no matter what, and she needed to know he was with her one hundred percent.
Questions flooded the raven-haired woman's mind. What if something happened to Rapunzel? What if she never fixed her mistake in time? What if she failed, and caused the destruction of life as she knew it? The woman tried to suppress her uneasiness, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Ever since her falling out when she had been young, naive and daring, Babayaga tried to avoid responsibility. She even dreaded it. Now she was in the midst of it, and she could not help but feel tremendously terrified.
Her feelings consumed her so much, that she made the shadowy steed stop as they came to a mysterious location in the forest. As the horse halted, she looked upon the many wooden signs that surrounded her. They pointed to places...Agrabah, Rosethorne, Meridian...yes, these were the crossroads. Babayaga had not been this far into the wilderness for many years. It was haunting, and yet enchanting as well. Despite taking a few brief moments to reflect upon the noble area, the enchantress plunged right back into distraught. She was way too far; Rapunzel's tower was nowhere near here, in the West. She'd have to turn around and head back. She commanded Dius's stallion to do so, and that's when she noticed the brigade of armor-clad men waiting just behind her.
In an instant, the horse beneath Babayaga disappeared into thin air, and she landed unto the ground with crash. The curly-haired woman quickly picked herself up from off of the forest floor, and despairingly glanced around. For a moment, it was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Babayaga's heart plunged into her stomach, and her palms became clammy with salty sweat.
"Seize her."
Suddenly, the woman's feet started to move behind her. Knights were approaching her swiftly like a roaring avalanche rolling down a mountain. She picked up the pace, and began to dart between the trees in a zig-zag formation. Looking behind her and seeing that it was no use using strategy against the West's military units, her adrenaline started to kick in, and the witch ran as fast as her stiff feet could take her. From here on out, she was a wanted criminal in the eyes of the guards. The West never liked magic-folk, and with the way she appeared, Babayaga displayed her identity like a brightly-colored peacock in the shining sun. In seconds, she could feel some sort of tingling beneath her feet. Looking beneath her, the witch could see the movement of wooden shafts just barely piercing her ankles. Great, now there were arrows being shot at her. Just what she needed. How long would it be until she dropped dead from mere shock?
No...she couldn't allow herself to be captured or killed. She was too important to the world now, and she wasn't in the mood to be a martyr or a childless mother. She'd fight back. She'd fight back hard. Channeling her violent rage into her tightly-clamped fists, Babayaga speedily shot random spells at the guards behind her. She had no qualms with killing, and so whatever incantation came out of her hands, she hoped it hit the men with as much force as possible. The earth below her suddenly started to turn downwards. She was running hastily down a sloping hill. With too much force, she'd fall over. Quickly and without much coordination, she slowed down. She was far enough from the rushing knights that Babayaga could regain her concentration. She moved her hands around in an enigmatic fashion, and with her eyes closed, her hands tingled with the sound of a high-pitched noise.
Heat all around her now, she opened her eyelids only to greet a massive wall of vibrantly scorching red fire. Although it was relieving and undoubtedly breathtaking to whomever stood in the midst of it, the woman knew it wouldn't be long until the guards would formulate a plan to travel around it. She kept running, and in the middle of picking up the pace again, she shot a small ball of green smoke from her hand onto the ground. The small sphere exploded into a large cloud of dark-colored smoke upon hitting the ground. Once the fog cleared, Babayaga was nowhere in sight.
Moments later, the woman lay on a large pile of leaves near the bottom of the hill. Exhausted couldn't even accurately describe how she felt after being chased by the swarm of guards. Her arms, legs, neck, and back all felt limp, weary, and weak. Sweat covered her forehead, and her hands strangely stung in subtle pain. After many minutes of just lying on the ground, Babayaga finally got the courage to lift herself back up from off of the ground, and continue going. She realized in that moment that from then on, she'd always have to keep moving. No matter how much she suffered, how much she wanted to fall to the ground and wither away like leaves in autumn, she would not allow herself to stop until her goal was complete. Until her daughter was saved...
Far horizons - that's what she met as she pilgrimed father into the wood. It wasn't long until Babayaga realized that her eyes were failing her...or at least that's what she believed. There was a man standing near large table. Yes, in the middle of the forest, a man was having some sort of tea party...or at least he appeared to be having one. But by himself? Why was he having a tea party by himself? Wait, what? What was this madness Babayaga was seeing? There was no way this strange man could be throwing a party by himself in the middle of the barren forest. But the smells of the cakes and the drinks...she could smell them. The colors were all to real to be fake. She raised a brow. If this was a mirage, it was a jolly good one. She was starving and dehydrated, and there were refreshments sitting on the table. At least she could feel satisfaction from pretending to eat something while actually dying from malnutrition.
"That is absolutely ridiculous," she said to the man scornfully, "having a feast in the middle of the wilderness all by yourself. Don't know how on earth you could have dragged that big ol' fancy table of yours all the way out here. But then again, you're not real anyway..." She sauntered around the table, looked at the pastries and beverages, and picked out a light blue-colored cup with hot tea contained inside. She drank it, and although it wasn't the cold drink she asked for after practically running half a mile in mere seconds, the warmth did refresh her insides and made her tranquil and more calm. With the cup in her hands, she started to pace back and forth.
Sighing lightly, she began to talk to herself, something she always did when she was stressed. "Alright, how am I going to manage to avoid prison, save my daughter, and prevent the slaughter of many strangers I've never met in a matter of two days?..." The woman thought long and hard as her jet-black boots skidded upon the leaves and other things that laid upon the forest floor. There had to have been a way to reverse the curse of the potion. Maybe there was even a way to extend the time it took before the rotten formula killed everyone. However, Babayaga knew it was risky to try spells or formulate new potions. It was dangerous experimentation and could only lead to more accidents. There were chances the woman certainly did not want to take. She thought harder; what did she need to do? What did she absolutely need to obtain in order to solve her problem?
The answer was obvious: help. She needed help. She needed enormous amounts of help. However, for the witch named Babayaga Gothel, help had always been hard to find. She had rejected aid and advice numerous times, and so many assumed that she didn't need it. They thought she just preferred to do things alone. The woman even thought this herself. Furthermore, Babayaga found it hard to trust people these days. If she did manage to find help, manage to find someone worth her time, they would undoubtedly betray her. That's just how life worked for the uptight woman. That's what she always expected every time someone offered assistance. What she wanted was someone honest. Someone who offered advice without telling a single dirty lie...
She gasped when she realized what she so desired. "Of course," she muttered, "The Magic Mirror..." Fortunately, Babayaga was one of the very few who knew of the mirror's existence, and the place where the enchanted item was hidden. Unfortunately, it was located in a treacherous place. No place for a person like herself. The mirror was somewhere in Snow White's kingdom. More specifically, her castle. (Or at least, that's what the rumors always said) With what she had just encountered only a few minutes ago, the witch knew that waltzing into the magic-banned kingdom without a plan was just like suicide. No matter what though, she was going to speak to that mirror. She had to. It was the only way she could formulate some sort of plan to remove the curse.
She sighed. It would be a hard road, but she would take it. She thought on. She wasn't done with her tea yet, and the woman was still thinking ahead. What would happen once she figured out what to do? Once she had done what she needed to, how would she know that she had succeeded? That was a tough question to answer for the woman. She bit her lip in intrigue, and continued to pace back and forth. Once Babayaga took a good look at the man's table her problem instantly resolved. Of course! Why didn't she think of it right away? It was cliché, yes, but it was just tempting enough for other people that it could possibly work...
She conjured a piece of parchment out of thin air, and with the wave of her fingers, had it stick to the nearest tree. With a dark smirk, she stared at the poster with satisfaction.
Outdoor Festival!
Music! Dancing! Excitement!
Join us tonight in the Meadow Forest's clearing in the Hub.
Royalty and commoners alike are welcome!
The festival will run from late afternoon until midnight.
See you there!"
With another wave of her fingers, more copies of the poster began to appear, and fly up high into the sky. The witch watched them intently as they flew off like birds flapping their wings. She knew that soon, they would be posted all across the land for many to see. In silence, Babayaga thought about her ploy to gather everyone together so she could use them as test subjects later on. She had never liked parties and social gatherings, but she knew that it would be essential for clearing up the mess she made. Maybe if she still hadn't reversed the effects of the potion, other people would discuss it amidst the party and figure out solutions themselves. Babayaga kept telling herself that something good was bound to come from it. However, she couldn't help but dread over the fact that she'd have to listen to the sound of loud annoying music later in the day...
Finished with her tea, the still exhausted enchantress placed the empty cup back on the table. All signs of frustration and anger were wiped away from her face, and for a few moments, Babayaga actually looked...happy.
"Tea is always very refreshing," she said to the man with a smile on her face, "Excellent for the brain, as I always say..."
"You mean that you can't change form?" inquired the red-haired lady almost immediately after Alice had asked the man-beast about his transformation. "Huh? Wait, so you mean..." Oh no. Had Alice landed in a world where everyone was a shapeshifter? Obviously the freckled girl had another form other than the one she was currently in. Perhaps she was a fish, as she had appeared on the scene being soaking wet. What about the archer woman? Did she have another form too? Before Alice could descend into madness due to the uncertainty that flooded her head, the lion-like man's voice brought her back to reality.
“Now, that’s something I’d like to know myself.” he said in a strong, firm voice. Before he stood up, towering over the girl, his lip curled to reveal to sharp pointy fangs. "Woah..." she muttered with a smile. By instinct, her arm reached up to touch both of the shiny fangs. However, once she realized what she was doing, she swiftly drew it back to her side where it belonged.
“You are,” said the man with a smooth voice, “very strange.” Alice looked down to find his falcon-like claws twirling her yellow-colored hair. She giggled and met her gaze with his cat-like eyes. "I get that a lot," she said with a warm smile.
Wait, what did she say again? Although she didn't show any sign of in on her face, Alice was confused. What had prompted her to say "I get that a lot"? Looking back on it, she had done it unconsciously. She didn't know what other people thought of her. Maybe her amnesia was wearing off a bit, or she was just making things up...Whatever she had done, it was strange.
The lion-man continued, "Where are you from, girl?” He was propped up on his paws in such a fashion, that only now he didn't seem so tall. He was so entertaining to watch...and his movements reminded her of another cat she knew. Yes, another cat with a great big smile that she had seen in a courtroom of sorts. He had appeared in what seemed like a dream. Suddenly, Alice lost her smile. She was daydreaming, and she had to answer the question. Unfortunately, she couldn't come up with an accurate response to the particular question he had asked.
"I...I do not know..." This gave the girl an empty feeling inside. It was her personality, not the loss of her memories, that craved a place to stay. A place to call home. As the lion-man went over to talk to the redheaded girl (whose life he had saved) Alice slowly sat upon the forest floor, placing her head on top of her knees and gripping her ankles together with her hands. Remembering her knapsack, the golden-haired girl took out her notebook, and began to flip through the pages once more. There were such intricate drawings of other-worldly things...It was almost like trying to read a book written in an entirely different language. Yet again, Alice stopped turning the pages once she reached the picture of the enigmatic mirror. She stared at it for what seemed like many long minutes.
“What are we to do now?” the shapeshifting lion-man asked. “I do hope one of us knows the way out of these woods.” The girl decided to speak up about her "field guide". "Well...before I ran into all of you, I was looking for a mirror...see?" she said while holding up her notebook open to the page with the mirror. "There are lots of other things in here as well...If only I could learn more about them, learn what they are and where they are..." she said, trailing off back into her own mind. Suddenly, she closed her book and stood up.
"Oh! That reminds me, I haven't even introduced myself," she acclaimed while brushing the dirt off of her blue dress. "My name is Alice...Kingsleigh...?" She had forgotten her last name. Had it been Kingsleigh? "Yes, Kingsleigh. If you don't mind, I'd love to learn all of your names."
Softly, Alice's stomach grumbled once again. She sighed and looked down with slight annoyance. "I'm sorry," she started, "but by any chance does anyone have some food I can eat? I'm starving, and I don't think I'm in the particular mood right now to try dead wolf meat..."
Ariel glanced around the group as the woman collected her arrows and the young girl and lion talked back and forth. It seemed that both of them were encountering memory issues as well. The young girl had some sort of thingamajig... What was the word? Book! Yes. She had some sort of book that she was looking into. She trailed off and closed her book, suddenly realizing that she had not told anyone her name. Alice, the girl said. Alice Kingsleigh. Then the girl wanted to know their names, too. Ariel started to take a few steps back. She wasn't so sure about this. The girl was talking about being hungry now. Hungry. There it was again- that thundering in her chest. Was the little girl going to try and eat her? Why was she so terrified? Did this have something to do with being a mermaid, or was it just a personal fear? Ariel looked to the Beast who towered over the little girl.
If the people who had wanted her trapped were after her because she was a mermaid, because she was magical- would they not be after him as well? He had saved her life. Surely she owed him more than this. She owed it to him to stay with him, though she couldn't help him any more than he could help himself. Then there was the fact that he was as large as a shark. He could protect her if she could not protect herself. Yes, staying with this beast would be the better idea. Besides- she had no idea how to get out of the wood. Swallowing her fear, Ariel shuffled back over to the group as she tried to ignore the sticky feeling of the wet and muddy clothes. "Ariel," she managed to say. "My name is Ariel."
Ariel looked to the little blonde girl and offered her a weak smile. "There's a castle that way," she added, pointing up the river from where she had came. "But I'm not sure a warm welcome will be there for you and I," she added, turning her attention to the Beast. "They had me in a cell.." She trailed off, unsure if she should be telling them this or not. What if they thought she was a criminal? "There were many other magical beings held there as well... I intend to head as far away from there as possible. As for food.." she trailed off again, glancing behind her then back to the girl. "I, ah... I don't remember what humans eat." She ran a hand through her drying hair to push it away from her freckled face. "Oh. I'm a mermaid," she concluded. Ariel bit her lower lip and then glanced to her left, into the forest. She opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by a piece of parchment that had fluttered into her face.
Ariel screamed and flailed her arms swatting at the paper that had landed on her. The crumpled parchment fell to the ground and laid there. Collecting herself, Ariel gingerly picked up the paper and smoothed it out again. It was a poster of some sort. "What in Posideon's name...?" It was a mutter to herself as she read over the paper. "It's a party invitation," she said aloud, handing the paper over to the little girl. "I've never seen paper do that outside of the water," she added thoughtfully. "Do you think they will have the food you wanted there? And maybe some dry clothes?" Ariel glanced between the figures before her, then to the parchment she had handed to the blonde girl. Things were getting more confusing by the second.
If the people who had wanted her trapped were after her because she was a mermaid, because she was magical- would they not be after him as well? He had saved her life. Surely she owed him more than this. She owed it to him to stay with him, though she couldn't help him any more than he could help himself. Then there was the fact that he was as large as a shark. He could protect her if she could not protect herself. Yes, staying with this beast would be the better idea. Besides- she had no idea how to get out of the wood. Swallowing her fear, Ariel shuffled back over to the group as she tried to ignore the sticky feeling of the wet and muddy clothes. "Ariel," she managed to say. "My name is Ariel."
Ariel looked to the little blonde girl and offered her a weak smile. "There's a castle that way," she added, pointing up the river from where she had came. "But I'm not sure a warm welcome will be there for you and I," she added, turning her attention to the Beast. "They had me in a cell.." She trailed off, unsure if she should be telling them this or not. What if they thought she was a criminal? "There were many other magical beings held there as well... I intend to head as far away from there as possible. As for food.." she trailed off again, glancing behind her then back to the girl. "I, ah... I don't remember what humans eat." She ran a hand through her drying hair to push it away from her freckled face. "Oh. I'm a mermaid," she concluded. Ariel bit her lower lip and then glanced to her left, into the forest. She opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by a piece of parchment that had fluttered into her face.
Ariel screamed and flailed her arms swatting at the paper that had landed on her. The crumpled parchment fell to the ground and laid there. Collecting herself, Ariel gingerly picked up the paper and smoothed it out again. It was a poster of some sort. "What in Posideon's name...?" It was a mutter to herself as she read over the paper. "It's a party invitation," she said aloud, handing the paper over to the little girl. "I've never seen paper do that outside of the water," she added thoughtfully. "Do you think they will have the food you wanted there? And maybe some dry clothes?" Ariel glanced between the figures before her, then to the parchment she had handed to the blonde girl. Things were getting more confusing by the second.
“Well, then. I'm Prince Adam,”
The Beast rose to present the young girls with a proud bow. Suddenly his mouth parted and delivered a yawn that shook the feeble branches of the trees that surrounded them. “Yes, I’m rather hungry myself. We should make haste.” The Prince had always been sluggish and lazy, for he was the worst sort of castle-born. Unfortunately for his new friends, this seemed to have increased in his new Beast’s body. He rolled on his back and rested his eyes as the warm sunlight embraced his furry belly, thinking of pleasanter settings with cheese, a suckling pig, wine, a soft bed, and other fine things that lifted his spirits. It did not occur to him that they faced the possibility of death by hunger or thirst, worse, a fate left to the unruly hands of creatures that came in the black night. The thought came to Prince Adam then that he could not enter a village in his current monstrous state; for fear that they would drive him out of society with torches and other dreadful things. How his current friends have stomached his horrific form, he could not say, other than they were probably exhausted from prior events to enflame yet another commotion now. Of course they could have just been mad, which Adam was perfectly content with given how peculiar his day had already been. What is another dose of lunacy? He thought with a weary smile.
He started at Ariel’s sudden shrieks, leaping on all fours like a timid cat. “Good heavens!” Adam huffed, shaking his dark mane. “You’re like a fish out of water, mermaid. What’s that you’ve got there?” He poked his head over her cold, clammy shoulder and peered at the writing. “It’s a party invitation,” Ariel announced. He read the bold words in his head and pulled his brows together. Indeed, it appeared to be. Prince Adam strode towards Alice, his wolf’s tail swirled side to side. “What do you make of it, Alice? Sure is… Odd, don’t you think?” his long whiskers twitched as he sniffed the parchment. “I've never seen paper do that outside of the water,” Ariel added thoughtfully. “Do you think they will have the food you wanted there? And maybe some dry clothes?”
“Oh no, no – there’s definitely something sinister about it. Something of…” Prince Adam began to pace to and fro, tail whipping in the air. His golden eyes were fixed on the parchment. “Dark magic.” He growled finally, coming to a halt. There was something of the topic of dark arts that touched a nerve. There was a familiar repugnance, and a deep settled fear locked inside him. Prince Adam was not prepared to walk into a trap, despite how quickly taken he was towards the girls. A curious piece of floating parchment delivering promises of merrymaking and that sort – it must have been a hoax. He would not see Ariel so easily deceived now that she was on land. Surely Alice and the archer girl have not lost their wits. But Prince Adam was not a leader. He would decide on the final word before making action.
“What do you think, archer?” He called out to the brown-haired girl picking arrows from the wolf carcasses.
Prince Adam then padded off on all fours. His paws thudded gently on the forest floor as he endeavoured to search for the remains of his clothing. Under crusted brown leaves, his trousers were shredded to pieces, and something in the distance glimmered in the light. Prince Adam rose on two feet then, surprised at how simple it was for him to do so. He took a moment to examine the condition of his hands, bringing them before his eyes. The black claws seemed to withdraw at command, Prince Adam gasped slightly as they drew back into the socket. His fingers were thick and furry, almost like a lion’s paws, but he was relieved that he still wielded the ability to grasp and stretch onto things. Prince Adam walked towards the shiny object in the dirt. It appeared to be a dagger. Prince Adam rubbed the dirt from the base. It was slightly rusty, but firm and very handy. Ariel could make use of it, unless she had a mind to forge a weapon out of pinecones. “I have something for you, Ariel,” he shouted, walking back.
The dappled light of the forest shone down on a figure laying in a pasture of dew covered grass. Soft eyes blinked open, fluttering as her fingers curled into the grass at her sides. Vasilisa sat up slowly, dazedly looking around the clearing she lay in the middle of. How in the world had she gotten here? Where was here? "Oh my head," She groaned, lifting an open palm to her forehead, feeling where a cut was sticky with drying blood. She had obviously been out for awhile now, her limbs felt stiff from laying in one spot for too long. Sitting up the woman felt her hood fall to lay across her back, gasping as she saw movement out the corner of her eyes. The ground shuddered with movement as the black shadow trotted into the clearing, snorting loudly as the stallion pawed the grass with his large hooves, lowering his large head to touch Vasilisa's cheek. The brown stallion nickered softly, tugging at her hair, flicking his ears back and forth. "Killian, what's happened?" She whispered to her mount as she stroked his velvety nose.
As she stood her foot rolled against something, looking down in the grass Vasilisa's head tilted in wonder at the doll that lay at her feet. "How odd," She whispered, bending to pick it up. The feeling of it felt familiar and it brought a smile to her face as she held it. Was this hers? Shrugging she walked to where Killian stood impatiently in the grass, munching loudly on a few select blades as Vasilisa packed the doll into one of his side bags, stepping up into the stirrup and swinging her leg over to sit in the saddle. Taking the reigns in one hand Vasilisa pulled her green and gold hood up, squeezing her legs together and urging Killigan into a trot through the forests thick trees.
Marian sends a sort of cursory glance towards the others as they continue to discuss things, still collecting her arrow. Well, collecting one arrow, as it happens, for this particular one seems to have gotten lodged into the creature at a most unfortunate angle. Finally, the young woman puts her boot against the wolf and pushes with her foot as she pulls the arrow out, succeeding at least in recollecting that last arrow. After placing each of the arrows, some of them after wiping them off on the grass, back into the quiver, Marian once more looks over at the others, though this time her looking does not involve seeing so much as thought.
She only tunes into their conversation once the lion-man asks aloud whether anyone knows how to navigate out of these woods. A curious look towards the others tells that she is wondering the same thing. Typically, Marian would be able to get herself out of here very quickly and with little trouble. But, lacking the memory of various landmarks and such, the girl now lacks that ability, surely. Even if she had some sort of physical memory of it, Marian wouldn't trust it enough to start wandering blindly through the woods. Unfortunately, no one else seems to offer a way through the woods.
The child-like one speaks of mirrors and the little book in her hand, which is apparently a journal of some sort. Marian regrets not having such a thing herself, the only clues to her past being her bow and arrow and, to some extent, her clothing. Had she known that she had passed right by a group of people whom she had known- well, they would not have recognized her anyway, unfortunately, so perhaps the matter is not worth mentioning. It soon becomes clear to Marian that this girl isn't actually providing a way out, though perhaps she's getting around to mentioning the fact that her journal has a map of some sort?
The subject takes a change as the girl introduces herself, though uncertainty lingers over her last name for a moment, leaving Marian to suppose that she is not alone in her knowledge of her name and name alone. "I-" she begins, intending to introduce herself, but the blonde girl, Alice, continues on about being hungry, and of course, Marian realizes that she is a bit further away from them, and probably couldn't be clearly heard by them.
"My name is Marian, Marian Sutton. It is a pleasure to meet you all," she finally greets them, bobbing her head in a sort of lesser bow motion. As the redhaired girl, now identified as Arielle, speaks she nods, deep in thought. Clearly they cannot go to that castle, for fear that the girl may be captured again, but if they followed the river in the opposite direction. . .surely they will stumble on a village eventually. Where there is water, there is people, of this much she is certain.
The paper thing which she finds, Arielle finds that is, is a source of suspicion for Marian. How had they not noticed it before? She was certain it was not there recently, and it must have been placed just today, given that it says tonight. In fact, the time being 'tonight' makes Marian doubt even further. Surprised at his comment towards her, Marian glances towards Adam, who is apparently a prince of sorts.
"It must have been magic, for I would have remembered it being there. And if it wasn't, than I wouldn't believe it is very recent- 'tonight' isn't really a reliable time, is it? It is very. . .convenient, especially as we are all so vulnerable at the moment," Marian says these things carefully, not wanting to hurt any hopes. Still, her natural instinct says to avoid this- perhaps due to being with the Merry Men, who are wanted criminals. The instinct to avoid such open gatherings remains even after her memory has departed.
"But, I cannot make decisions for the rest of you. First, we must focus on finding our way out- is this the Meadow's Forest?"
Aurora looked out the carriage window as the party began moving again. The prince began to speak, calling her attention inward once more. "I... I don't remember anything. Everything I know about myself is what others have told me." Rose nodded. Yes, that was pretty much where she was at- only she did remember a bit of her childhood. She knew she was raised by fairies in a cottage, at least. She also remembered that she was royalty- something evidently clear when she awoke this morning. The prince went on, "I've spoken with Grimsby about my past. He told me I was one of the greatest sailors on the sea, and that I was a prince, and your Naval Commander, but apart from that I'm lost. It was pure luck that I happened upon you in the first place. When I awoke I was on my ship in the middle of the sea...There is nigh more disorienting than waking with no memory in the middle of the ocean." Aurora's eyebrows shifted upward just slightly. "I woke up in a wedding dress, in a room and kingdom full of fairies and peasants with very high expectations of the day." She paused for a moment, and then smiled. A laugh bubbled from her core, filling the carriage with the light and melodic sound. "I can't decide which is worse, actually. Being expected to marry a stranger, or being in the middle of the ocean with no idea who you are!"
Of course she had to smile. After all, the entire situation was ridiculous. For some reason, Rose couldn't help but feel like she had been through worse- and that despite the obstacles in her way, she would rise against this memory spell. The prince looked up at her for the first time, his hues catching her slightly off guard. There was something so familiar about them. Something warm, and comforting. Then there was a rough warmth taking her delicate hands. A salior's hands. "Aurora, even if this Babayaga doesn't have the solution to our predicament, there is an enormous amount of magic in this world. Someone somewhere will have our answer, I can feel it in my bones." Aurora respectfully listened, though part of her mind was distracted. If she were a Queen then why did this man feel like he could take her hand whenever he pleased, and call her Aurora and not his Majesty? What's more-- why did she seem to find it all endlessly endearing? The way his hair fell just so. The way his lips turned up in each corner as he spoke, as though a smile were trying to escape. Who was this man?
Rose snapped out of it quickly as the prince went on, for he had grabbed her other hand and his voice grew in seriousness. She mentally scolded herself- he must have noticed her tuning him out. "Aurora. If I promise you nay, 'swear' it to you, by my honor that I will not give up on our quest, no matter what obstacles we may face, will you do the same? There is nothing in this world that can break a sailor's word." Aurora gently gave his hands a squeeze, smiling back at him- though it did not hold the same warmth as before. "How can you swear by something you can not even remember?" She looked physically exhausted now as she gently pulled her hands away and looked out the carriage window once more. The scenery was not moving anymore- they had stopped. Aurora frowned. "If we have to keep stopping every half mile we'll never make it to Babayagas," she sighed, her tone mildly annoyed.
It was Peabottom who appeared in the window suddenly, causing Aurora to gasp and slide quickly into Prince Eric. Her back was pressed to his chest for just a brief moment before she collected herself, putting a hand to her heart as she shifted back into her seat. "PEABOTTOM!" "Forgive me, you majesty. But look! We have found Babayaga! I would recognize her magical imprint anywhere!" The fairy looked excited, nay, she looked overjoyed. Rose stared at her for a moment without speaking, simply wondering if her head might split apart if she were to smile any wider. The fairy held a piece of parchment in her hand as though it were an award. "Well, let me see then," Aurora said after a moment of waiting."Oh! Of course! Here you are, my queen! As you can see- it's a party! She's throwing a party! How strange, and yet, how convenient! Don't you think, my queen?" "Thank you, Peabottom. Please, start us on the way."
Rose waited for the fairy to flicker away, and for the carriage to start moving before she turned to Prince Eric. "Either luck has finally swung our way, or we're walking into a trap, Prince Eric." Aurora handed the paper over to the Prince, eyes narrowing on the window as she watched the trees pass by. "And something tells me that if I've lost my memory, luck is certainly not going to be with me. Still. This is the only lead we have, so if we are to walk into the trap- best be prepared for it." Aurora looked to the prince now, her eyes leveling on his. "Are you prepared to stand by your words, Prince Eric?"
Of course she had to smile. After all, the entire situation was ridiculous. For some reason, Rose couldn't help but feel like she had been through worse- and that despite the obstacles in her way, she would rise against this memory spell. The prince looked up at her for the first time, his hues catching her slightly off guard. There was something so familiar about them. Something warm, and comforting. Then there was a rough warmth taking her delicate hands. A salior's hands. "Aurora, even if this Babayaga doesn't have the solution to our predicament, there is an enormous amount of magic in this world. Someone somewhere will have our answer, I can feel it in my bones." Aurora respectfully listened, though part of her mind was distracted. If she were a Queen then why did this man feel like he could take her hand whenever he pleased, and call her Aurora and not his Majesty? What's more-- why did she seem to find it all endlessly endearing? The way his hair fell just so. The way his lips turned up in each corner as he spoke, as though a smile were trying to escape. Who was this man?
Rose snapped out of it quickly as the prince went on, for he had grabbed her other hand and his voice grew in seriousness. She mentally scolded herself- he must have noticed her tuning him out. "Aurora. If I promise you nay, 'swear' it to you, by my honor that I will not give up on our quest, no matter what obstacles we may face, will you do the same? There is nothing in this world that can break a sailor's word." Aurora gently gave his hands a squeeze, smiling back at him- though it did not hold the same warmth as before. "How can you swear by something you can not even remember?" She looked physically exhausted now as she gently pulled her hands away and looked out the carriage window once more. The scenery was not moving anymore- they had stopped. Aurora frowned. "If we have to keep stopping every half mile we'll never make it to Babayagas," she sighed, her tone mildly annoyed.
It was Peabottom who appeared in the window suddenly, causing Aurora to gasp and slide quickly into Prince Eric. Her back was pressed to his chest for just a brief moment before she collected herself, putting a hand to her heart as she shifted back into her seat. "PEABOTTOM!" "Forgive me, you majesty. But look! We have found Babayaga! I would recognize her magical imprint anywhere!" The fairy looked excited, nay, she looked overjoyed. Rose stared at her for a moment without speaking, simply wondering if her head might split apart if she were to smile any wider. The fairy held a piece of parchment in her hand as though it were an award. "Well, let me see then," Aurora said after a moment of waiting."Oh! Of course! Here you are, my queen! As you can see- it's a party! She's throwing a party! How strange, and yet, how convenient! Don't you think, my queen?" "Thank you, Peabottom. Please, start us on the way."
Rose waited for the fairy to flicker away, and for the carriage to start moving before she turned to Prince Eric. "Either luck has finally swung our way, or we're walking into a trap, Prince Eric." Aurora handed the paper over to the Prince, eyes narrowing on the window as she watched the trees pass by. "And something tells me that if I've lost my memory, luck is certainly not going to be with me. Still. This is the only lead we have, so if we are to walk into the trap- best be prepared for it." Aurora looked to the prince now, her eyes leveling on his. "Are you prepared to stand by your words, Prince Eric?"
She did not seem to have the same confidence in his words as he did. Though he could tell she believed him, and rightly so. He meant every word. He might not have his memories, but he still had his sense of honor. There was no amount of amnesia that could make him forget that. Before he could think of another brilliant speech that would barely do its job, the carriage slowed to a halt. Before he knew it Aurora was slid into his side and a fairy was in the window. He caught a brief whiff of the queen's dark silky hair before she slid away. It held a very nice floral scent, probably leagues more pleasant than his salt-stained strands. He decided he would bathe as soon as possible, given the chance. Eric shook himself back to reality to notice that the queen was not pleased with her fairy.
"PEABOTTOM!" "Forgive me, you majesty. But look! We have found Babayaga! I would recognize her magical imprint anywhere!" "Well, let me see then." "Oh! Of course! Here you are, my queen! As you can see- it's a party! She's throwing a party! How strange, and yet, how convenient! Don't you think, my queen?" "Thank you, Peabottom. Please, start us on the way." The exchange was short, but direct. Her majesty was not being quite as polite as she could have been with her fairies. Though they werent exactly what you would call 'regal.' Peabottom herself was a little over the top sometimes. Even so, Aurora seemed a little estranged to the job of Queen. Eric assumed that was why she was a bit flippant with the fairies. He supposed as long as the fairies didn't have a problem with it, no harm no foul.
The queen read the paper and slid it to Eric. "Either luck has finally swung our way, or we're walking into a trap, Prince Eric." He nodded quietly as he read over the flyer for himself. It was innocent enough. He didn't know Babayaga at all, so he had no idea what to expect, but he was not one to miss a party. It sounded like a decent enough time, and if they got some answers during, that would be nice as well. Although it could very well be less than inviting. He would have to be prepared. "And something tells me that if I've lost my memory, luck is certainly not going to be with me. Still. This is the only lead we have, so if we are to walk into the trap- best be prepared for it." She was right with him now, as if she finally believed in his earlier promise. "Are you prepared to stand by your words, Prince Eric?" The prince gave a small smirk in response. "Of course Aurora. Like I said, I'll not leave your side."
The carriage began to move again, likely headed for Babayaga's party. Eric would have been content with riding in silence, but something was eating at him, something Aurora had said earlier, about luck. Eric turned his head to see her staring quietly out the window. Her quiet gaze lazily strewn across the trees outside. Her lips were turned, in a thoughtful frown. Something was obviously eating at her too, undoubtedly her missing memory. She was having a tougher time than he. Eric had always been a 'live in the moment' type of person, so that was likely the reason he was having a smoother go of it. "Aurora, you may take this or leave it, but luck is what you make of it. What I mean to say is, this memory loss we share can be looked on as a curse, or we can look on it as a gift of sorts. For me at least, I'm thinking of this as a chance to look at life through a new pair of eyes. A pair of eyes that I might not have had when I could remember my past. I don't mean to lecture you, all I'm saying is... look on the bright side Your Highness." He finished his thought... then brought his head to the window again.
Eric didn't know exactly what compelled him to say what he did. The queen seemed worried, as if she was trying to take the full burden for fixing this problem. Maybe she was just that generous of a person. Regardless, he knew deep down she had not always been quite so stoic. He was just trying to cheer her up... they were headed to a party after all.
Slowly opening her eyes, she isn't exactly aware how many days have passed since....well since she has forgotten. For the past few days she had been passing them the exact same way, from waking up to sleeping again. She always encountered strangers in this castle, a castle that might have belonged to her. However, there is always one person that she sees in the corridors that she has to admit is indeed quite charming but he just seemed so strange, but yet so familiar. Now thinking back she hasn't been on a walk in the garden for quite awhile, maybe it is time that she leaves her room and try to find what she once had, but now lost, her memory.
When she entered the garden, the flowers bloomed, the bird tweeted. In a distance, the charming stranger was sitting next to the fountain staring into the distance as if he was trapped in his memories. Unsure of who he is she walks in the opposite direction towards the gate. Surely she could remain within it, but looking outside the deep beautiful forests called out to her. Calling her to go explore the wonders beyond the trees.
She begun by walking down the paths, but trailed off when she see the hummingbirds fly off into the forest carrying something that reflected the shine from the sun, she followed it off the path and into the deep woods.
Soon enough she realized she was lost with no where to turn back. So she decided to walk around and try to find her way back, but it is getting dark. She shivered not only from the cold but also from the fright. The cold wind blew against her face. When she left the castle she didn't bring a coat because she thought she wouldn't be long, but she didn't know this might take her awhile before she returns.
She heard a sound in a nearby berry bush, it might have be a rabbit or a mice, but it might also be wolf, that thought scared her. "Who's there?" she asked quietly, but when a dark figure rose it's head from the bush. She begun running away in the opposite direction until she tripped. She felt the soft fur of something rubbing against her legs, quickly taking a few steps back she looked down. It was wolf covered in blood, it's blood has dyed a giant red splatter on the purple dress. She screamed, in a distance the birds flew up away from the forest. She was truly lost within a dark forest alone with no one around.
"This isn't the Meadow Forest, Miss Marion Sutton." Alice said from the silence. Her back was turned to the three of them. "I would know." Suddenly, she turned to face Adam. There was slight distress written in the irises of her eyes.
"Your highness...to answer your question, the Meadow Forest is where I'm from."
Recently, various pieces of information about her new friends had hit her all at once like the force of a sledgehammer. She had learned their names, their apparent races, and their stories. When Adam had given a warning about the parchment, Alice knew well enough to listen and take his advice. It was mysterious; flying out of nowhere like a butterfly retreating from vibrantly-colored bushes. There was skepticism written all over her mind as her eyes darted across the makeshift invitation that the mermaid, Ariel, had handed her. However, once she had read where the party was being held, the comfy and cozy Meadow Forest, memories, like a storm of tiny rain droplets, began to flood her head.
It was a peaceful area. If there was a place that could represent dreams, fantasy, youth...the Meadow Forest was that place. It was in a region called the Hub. Yes, the Hub. Such a tranquil place. Of course, nothing happened there, but most people preferred it that way. All of a sudden, Alice could see a swing, a pastel-colored house, a river, an ancient tree, and then a rabbit hole. There was something somewhat special about the last image, though...the rabbit hole...It was all so odd, and it was happening so fast. Not words, not sounds, just images. They danced in her head. They spun and shifted and flashed. Finally, Alice couldn't take it anymore.
"I do not know the decisions you three will make, but I am heading to the Meadow Forest." she said firmly. "However, I do not know the dangers I will face, and I certainly do not know the way. Perhaps if I had a map and compass...Let's see..." She began to swiftly open her pouch. Maybe among the junk she had discovered earlier, there would be a map and the compass inside. Instead, when she opened the bag, what she saw inside shocked her, and subsequently made her jump.
It all happened so fast, but from the looks of it, it seemed as though a snow-white rabbit in a waist coat had jumped out of her bag, and ran off into the bushes. Alice's jaw was dropped, a bewildered look on her face. "Well, I don't know what that was about...Odd..." she said, recovering from her sudden shock. She shrugged off her tenseness and continued, "Anyway, let's see...
Strangely enough, all the junk that had been contained in her knapsack previously had somehow disappeared, and all that was left was exactly what she needed: a compass and a map. She quickly reached inside, pulled them out, and began to walk straight. According to the compass, North was directly in front of her. From the drawings etched onto the map, they were in a forest either in the West, the South, or even the East. The Hub, home of the Meadow Forest, was in the exact center of the ancient-feeling piece of parchment.
With a determined look on her face, Alice marched forward. "Let's move." she said, leaving the sides of Ariel, Marion and Adam, "At least heading somewhere and taking our chances is better than heading nowhere at all."
Once she had finished her statement, the girl had a thought: after what the four of them had did to the hungry, malicious pack of wolves that had almost killed her while she was alone, Alice wouldn't mind taking chances while she had the three of them around.
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Ariel looked up to the manbeast, Prince Adam, as he spoke. “Oh no, no – there’s definitely something sinister about it. Something of… Dark magic.” After a pause, his massive head turned toward the dark haired woman. “What do you think, archer?” "It must have been magic, for I would have remembered it being there. And if it wasn't, than I wouldn't believe it is very recent- 'tonight' isn't really a reliable time, is it? It is very. . .convenient, especially as we are all so vulnerable at the moment," the woman, Mariam, stands closer to the group now, her arrows cleaned and returned to the holder on her back. Ariel eyed her curiously, shifting her stance to stand a little straighter- like Mariam did. Why she felt the need to mimic her, or to follow her lead on how humans stand- she wasn't sure. Perhaps she didn't know a lot about humans? Maybe she has never been to the surface before being captured? But does that mean Eric is a merman? "But, I cannot make decisions for the rest of you. First, we must focus on finding our way out- is this the Meadow's Forest?" Mariam concluded.
“I have something for you, Ariel!” Ariel looked up, having zoned out as she was trying to think of who this Eric person was. The prince was walking back toward her now with something shiny and pointed in his paws. Her hues flicked between his furry face and the object in his paws. "A thingamadu. Thank you!" She chirped, taking the blade gingerly from him. "It's in very good condition, too," she noted, flipping it over in her hands. "I've never seen one that wasn't--" she trailed off as the image of the thingamadu flashed into her mind. She had seen a this object before, and it wasn't called 'thingamadu'. "This is a dagger," she stated, though to herself or the prince is unclear. "Thank you," she said again, more meekly this time as she regarded the blade with new weariness. This was meant to hurt things. The weight of the small blade suddenly felt much heavier in her hands.
The blonde has been talking to the archer, and when Ariel comes back into their conversation she is slightly confused- for a white, fluffy animal in some sort of fancy clothes dashes in front of her and vanishes into a bush. Ariel looks to the girl, but the blonde seems just as confused as she. Birds flutter into the sky in the distance, but Ariel doesn't notice anyone else thinking anything of it. Figuring this is a human thing, she tries her best to focus on the conversation and curb her curiosity.
"Well, I don't know what that was about...Odd... Anyway, let's see..." Alice fumbles with what Ariel is to assume a map and compass and then starts walking. "Let's move, at least heading somewhere and taking our chances is better than heading nowhere at all."
Ariel holds the dagger close to her and trudges off after the blonde. The fact that Alice is younger than her doesn't seem to keep her from allowing her to be the leader of the school. The dagger in her hands feels rough and smells of iron and dirt, but she clings to it regardless. Did she even know how to use it? Would she be able to hurt another living thing? Her head and heart ached. A pit in her stomach whispered for her to just swim home, but she hadn't the slightest idea where home was. As the group walked, Ariel began to sing softly to herself. It was instantly comforting, and she felt her spirits lifting. She sung softly, so as to not alert any more of the wolves or whatever else might be hungry for mermaid.
“I have something for you, Ariel!” Ariel looked up, having zoned out as she was trying to think of who this Eric person was. The prince was walking back toward her now with something shiny and pointed in his paws. Her hues flicked between his furry face and the object in his paws. "A thingamadu. Thank you!" She chirped, taking the blade gingerly from him. "It's in very good condition, too," she noted, flipping it over in her hands. "I've never seen one that wasn't--" she trailed off as the image of the thingamadu flashed into her mind. She had seen a this object before, and it wasn't called 'thingamadu'. "This is a dagger," she stated, though to herself or the prince is unclear. "Thank you," she said again, more meekly this time as she regarded the blade with new weariness. This was meant to hurt things. The weight of the small blade suddenly felt much heavier in her hands.
The blonde has been talking to the archer, and when Ariel comes back into their conversation she is slightly confused- for a white, fluffy animal in some sort of fancy clothes dashes in front of her and vanishes into a bush. Ariel looks to the girl, but the blonde seems just as confused as she. Birds flutter into the sky in the distance, but Ariel doesn't notice anyone else thinking anything of it. Figuring this is a human thing, she tries her best to focus on the conversation and curb her curiosity.
"Well, I don't know what that was about...Odd... Anyway, let's see..." Alice fumbles with what Ariel is to assume a map and compass and then starts walking. "Let's move, at least heading somewhere and taking our chances is better than heading nowhere at all."
Ariel holds the dagger close to her and trudges off after the blonde. The fact that Alice is younger than her doesn't seem to keep her from allowing her to be the leader of the school. The dagger in her hands feels rough and smells of iron and dirt, but she clings to it regardless. Did she even know how to use it? Would she be able to hurt another living thing? Her head and heart ached. A pit in her stomach whispered for her to just swim home, but she hadn't the slightest idea where home was. As the group walked, Ariel began to sing softly to herself. It was instantly comforting, and she felt her spirits lifting. She sung softly, so as to not alert any more of the wolves or whatever else might be hungry for mermaid.
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