Added: Mar 13, 2010
From: bloolagoonafairy
Duration: 0:34
DON'T STEAL "Are you sure?" the blond boy asked. "There's nothing we can do for you?" She frowned again. What was with these people? Why would they care, why would they offer aid to a complete stranger such as herself? She could be an assassin for all they knew and yet they were extending a helping hand. Definitely something she wasn't used to. "We'd like to help you," Lucy said, "I can tell that you're not perfectly fine. Please, tell us what we can do." Jasmine stared at Lucy for a long while, and then a sudden thought occurred to her head. How did she know she could trust them? Sure, they seemed kind and generous on the outside...but what were they like on the inside? If there was anything that she had learned at that rancid castle, it was to never trust appearances. "Who are you?" Jasmine questioned suspiciously. She saw Lucy exchange glances with the older boy and then look back up at Jasmine hesitantly. "We're...the Kings and Queens of Old." Jasmine's breath caught in her throat and her head spun. This wasn't possible. They'd disappeared hundreds of years ago! She knew this for sure, because her people had overrun their country in their absence! "No," she shook her head, "No, you're lying!" "My sister doesn't lie," the blond boy retorted. Jasmine's eyebrows shot up and she found that he actually frightened her even more than the other boy. She took another step back. "Be nice, Peter," Lucy scolded him quietly. She looked back at Jasmine, kindness still in her eyes despite the accusation. "We are who we say we are; please believe us." Jasmine still held doubts in her mind and her eyes flitted between them nervously. "Prove it." Lucy flickered her eyes away from Jasmine and looked back to the fire pit, where a dark-haired girl still sat. "Susan!" The older girl -- Jasmine assumed the sister of the other three; she had noticed shared features -- took a deep red scabbard, that looked made of leather such as that of Jasmine's quiver, in her hands and approached them. The older boy gripped the golden, ruby encrusted hilt protruding from the sheath and Jasmine's mouth fell open when he took the sword from it. At first, she thought him preparing to strike her, but then saw that he only held the sword up in the moonlight for her to see. She took a closer look at it, and then her shocked eyes dropped to his. "The sword...Rhindon." She gasped and covered a hand over her mouth in her surprise, but took it away before she spoke again, in hushed tones this time. "You are High King Peter...the Magnificent..." She didn't wait for an answer before turning her attention next to the two girls beside him. "Queen Susan the Gentle...And Queen Lucy the Valiant..." "Yes," Lucy affirmed, "We truly are them." And Jasmine believed her. She wasn't quite sure if it was the overbearing ringing of truth in her voice or something else, but she knew it was the truth. And if that's who they were, then... "And you..." she mumbled, reluctantly shifting her head to look at the boy that had captured her previously. The moment she addressed him, he raked his scorching eyes to trap hers again and words failed her. It was as though he had captured her in such a hold -- much the same as before -- that she could not take her eyes from. The feeling of intimidation overwhelmed her once again and she gulped in vain attempt to shake the feeling away. Her throat finally unstuck but she continued to look at him with wide eyes. She wasn't sure whether they were more full of fear or a less frightened awe. "You...must be King Edmund," she said, "the Just." 4 COMMENTS
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likemelikemenot97 Says:
Mar 13, 2010 - AWESOME