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I have the next chapter! I need two more Neverboys and one Nevergirl please!
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Chapter 12: Princes, Spiteful Brats
Laurence bolted past Hansel’s Haven, and into the majestic Valor stairway. Tumbling and sprawling all the way, like a razing, insane maniac, scrambling frantically, up the spiral staircase he zoomed. Laurence’s body went numb, and felt raw, like the feverishness had slipped his mind. He scarcely felt his pounding heart, sluggishly and flittering feebly like a fly swatted until it could resist no more. Skidding past a peacock-blue, polished golden frame of Agatha, daring hunters and archers were depicted in shining glass portraits. Laurence glided to a halt. On the sixth floor was where Sader’s study was, a lone room. Laurence slipped by on the sleek, frosted marble and slid like a professional skater into the study. Sader was gone. But Laurence could still sense the hairs on the back of his neck prickling, as though his every move were being watched. The desk was piled with crinkled parchment, a fire blazed and a biting breeze pranced through a crack in a window. Laurence edged closer, and inspected the meal on the table. A knife was stuck in the butter, a spoon dug in a soup, and a fork pierced a piece of meat. It was still giving steam off. A book lay, flipped open carelessly as though someone was in the middle of reading it. Laurence glanced about. He ****** back, astounded to discover that the seat was warm to the touch. Sader hadn’t been gone long, he thought. Not long at all.
But there was something remotely bizarre about the whole affair, Laurence thought. The fire was still burning and the meal seemed to be laid just a second ago. Sader’s sudden disappearance alarmed him, something about this man was out of place – the way he floated about, how his body looked translucent and how he was a swan.
Laurence could ******** remember Camelot, and Agatha had been silent for a while, lips pursed, then telling Laurence vivid tales of Sader. His smile, silvery voice, prophecy and absolutely every detail about the seer. Laurence’s generally keen memory floundered, the abominable blow to the head had made thinking stab sharply, a blinding headache caused. He gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, strained and remembered.
“He was killed by the Good Brother, as for his own will.” Agatha’s words rang distinctly in Laurence’s head. Dead. But Sader was still a seer. So that’s why he was a swan! Laurence whistled, impressed.
He inched forwards, eyes darting round, even though he was the only one there. But a chill made him shiver and the fire was roaring. It was creepy. Laurence crept up and touched the book with trembling fingers, then jumped, for it too, was strangely warm. He flipped open the first page, to read that this showed the authors views, only. After a while, Laurence was absorbed in the intriguing pages of Chapter 14, drawing a hazy painting of the Great War, betrayals, attacks, plots which drew Laurence in, and he hardly noticed the two shadowy figures leaning in behind him. . .
Frosty breath chilled the back of Laurence’s neck. He turned around abruptly, then he was so shocked, Laurence’s breath caught in his throat and he choked. An Everboy, slightly taller than Laurence, but with a whippet-thin body and a gangly figure stared at him with pale blue eyes. Long, rugged locks, the colour of snow tumbled down chalky, white skin. His cutting blue eyes were staring with the most focus on the page Laurence was holding, and his breath was misty, even in the warm room. Laurence was so struck by this mysterious Ever that he hardly noticed a cloaked figure next to him, just a glimpse of freckled skin and leaf-green eyes. Laurence was astounded to see a flash of rosy pink chiffon under the cloak and started back, stupefied. An Evergirl! Leaf-green eyes ignited, terrified, and she drew out a milky white hand and steadied a punch to his eye, but the Everboy caught this movement and slapped the hand away.
“Ella was a little over excited there.” He said cooly.
“No! But you had better not tell anybody I’m here, or else.” Ella snarled, glaring at Laurence frostily. Laurence’s cheeks flared. Why were these two Evers so furious with him? If there was one thing Laurence hated, it was to be bossed around.
“Why do you have any right to be there at all?” He tried to stop his cheeks blazing.
“Well, why do you?” Ella hissed. Her hand quivered. Laurence glanced at it, and kept his distance.
“Ella’s right. You have no more right to be here than us.” The Everboy was so untroubled and collected, Laurence held back the desire to tackle him. “Now if we can just keep quiet about this issue, then we can forget and go our separate ways. Name’s Jake. Jake Frost.” He held out a hand and Laurence shook it. He shivered at the icy touch and the cool hardness. “Now Ella. We should be going.”
But Ella’s eyes were on fire, and her entire body shuddered.
“You. . .you. . .” She choked on her words. “Just stay away. STAY AWAY!” Her voice was a high-pitched shriek. Now even Jake’s brow was furrowed as he glanced between Laurence and Ella. Before Jake could do anything – it happened in less than a second – Ella lifted a hand, and gave Laurence an aggressive punch in the eye. She wrung out her hands. “Princes! Spiteful brats!”
At this point, Jake firmly maneuvered her from Sader’s study.
Cheshire burst into the room.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Honestly, are princes this slo-” He gaped at Laurence, hand clasped to a nasty black-eye, gasping for breath.
“Heavens! What happened? We’ve got Lunch in the Clearing now. I’ll smuggle you down and you tell me all the details.” He gave the doorway a ***** look. “Or. . . were you just clumsy?”
Thanks for reading!
You can read the other chapters at @peppy.
Brilliant! Jake Frost’s secret will be revealed in my story soon too!
I really loved it. Can’t wait for more! 🙂
You can use any of mine but I’m not sure if I have what you want @sephtis25