Ancient Kingdom Time Forgot

“I’m so excited to be coming on this adventure!” Squealed Bridgette as she walked around the lab, looking at the many chemicals left scattered on the counters. “It’s not an adventure, Ms. Hawthorne, it’s a science expedition.” Calvin sighed, packing up the fragile equipment. He reached to a taller shelf and packed another delicate machine in a padded crate. He seemed to have an unusually long nose with a narrow bridge that almost didn’t fit his slender face. As he moved past Bridgette around the laboratory benches, she caught whiffs of mint and old books. “Please have some decorum on this trip. It’s vitally important that we get the information we’re searching for.” He turned to face her, his wide, hard eyes focusing her attention. He always seemed more classy and calm than she did, but Bridgette supposed it was the French accent that hovered around him like cigarette smoke. She shrugged her shoulders and turned down the corners of her mouth. “I will Cal,” She continued looking

The next morning they are abruptly woken up by Agneta as she burst through the door. “Come, the Queen wants to see you all.” As they head toward the grand room they see Queen Yolandi standing on a small platform pacing back and forth in a long silver dress, wearing a crown of diamonds and pearls. “Who touched him? Who touched Prince Raiden?” She protested rubbing her forehead. “Answer me now or I shall hold you all in…” A hand gently touched her shoulder and she stopped mid-sentence. “The Queen will take a moment to compose herself, I shall be taking over for her majesty.” The man was an older gentleman with a beak-like nose and long face, his voice very low, slow, and uninviting, to say the least. He was tall and slender, and his hands looked coarse, he had shoulder-length black hair and pale skin, and his thin lips were met with long sharp teeth. He liked to show them as he enunciated each word in detail. “Come forth on who touched his royal highness and ther

“How are you, my dear?” Asked Mrs. Watson as she slowly walked over to the chair next to Bridgette and sat down, covering her legs in a red checkered blanket. A little lost in thought, Clara grabbed Bridgette’s hand and asked again. “Mrs. Clara, I don’t know how we got here,” Bridgette answered with tears welling in her eyes. “We took an adventure, Dear, that’s how we got to this lovely, secret, cold, magical kingdom in the middle of nowhere.” She laughed as she grabbed her handkerchief, so Bridgette could wipe away her tears. “I’m worried about Raiden, and I know it’s silly, seeing as how I just met him.” Bridgette wiped away her tears as she stared at Clara. “When I was seventeen I met a tall, lean, blonde-haired, green-eyed twenty-three-year-old man. I was walking in the park with my Scottish terrier, Jax when this man bumped right into me. He asked me to dinner and by dessert, I was head over heels for this clumsy handsome man. We marri

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people. “Enough death Uncle, I know he is an enemy, but we’ve had enough death here.” Raiden sat on the throne as his eyes shifted to the side, he watched men bring in the similar feminine throne as they placed it next to his. They bowed and left as Raiden and Seti stared in its direction. “The Queen’s throne?” Seti questioned as he made his way up to the empty chair. “I thought it lost after my brother died, your mother proclaimed herself the indisputable Qu

“My love, I can not go into the council with you, but I will be right here when you get out.” Raiden held onto Bridgette’s shoulders as he looked deep into her almond-shaped blue eyes. He hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, then leaned forward to knock on the big wooden doors. As they opened he was greeted by two large guards, they moved aside letting Bridgette enter. “Ms. Bridgette Hawthorne, you were summoned before the council on this day, what say you?” Bellowed Ealdorman Amos as he sat on the other side of the long wooden table. She stood still with her hands in front of her, nervously taking a deep breath. “Well, this council is waiting!” Amos got louder as he stared her down. “Say you come of your own accord and are at the mercy of the council,” Ealdorman Leif whispered to her, smiling. His seat was at the opposite end of Ealdorman Amos. “I come of my own accord and am at the mercy of the council.” She kept her head d