Emma paced outside the door of the inner courts, getting impatient by the passing second. At the other side was Prescott; he was seated calmly on a bench, staring at her prancing movements with tired but amused eyes, not understanding she was this jumpy, after all, the Queen had sent for them quite alright. Also, he was sure that the boy, whoever he was that had her tied in knots, would be having his party by late evening. He had mentioned this to her on more than one occasion, but his words had fallen on deaf eyes ever since she had woken from her slumber. Was she in love with the boy that much?Emma glared at Pintel, Zipfarah's main guard for the umpteenth time. But the elf was unbothered, unfazed by her glares which had been coming hot and fast for some time now. She was tempted to zoom past him as before, but for the fact that she didn't want to upset the queen who had escaped a major attack of poisoning. From what she had heard from Prescott and the twin girls, the poison was it
Queen Zipfarah, still floored over the knowledge that Emma hadn't done anything to speed up or initiate her recovery, called out for Pintel, and when he arrived, she asked that he bring some tea for her guests. The latter bowed and hurried away."It is not really necessary. I am not in the mood for tea." Emma rattled on, her cheeks coloring the next second when Zipfarah and Prescott burst into a fit of laughter. 'Please don't tell me that I had been so obvious.' She thought, darting her eyes between the queen and the squirrel."Don't worry Emma, the poison hadn't affected our tea stock. And our chefs hadn't been behind it. So, don't worry. The tea is hundred percent safe. I will take a sip from it, to convince you, if you still think otherwise." Zipfarah stated, smiling widely at Emma. The latter looked so embarrassed. But she didn't blame her though, any responsible human would take that approach after watching a queen being poisoned by tea.Prescott didn't think it necessary to enc
Whilst Emma helped herself to some of the cookies on a round plate which had been on the tray, she noted the plain necklace with a blue center which was dangling from Zipfarah's hand. Was that a protection charm? She thought, before translating the question to Prescott telepathically.The squirrel was in the same boat with her. He had no idea what it was, or what it was used for."Here, have this…Emma. Give it to Derek. You can tell him, 'it is a birthday present.'" She said, and Emma exchanged glances with the squirrel first. An act which didn't go unnoticed by Zipfarah."What is it for?" Emma asked, knowing that whatever this plain necklace was, it must have a purpose; since it didn't have the primary characteristic of necklaces-beauty and enthrallment."Why do you think you have been so adamant about going back to see him?" Zipfarah asked, settling down at the edge of the bed, close to Emma."Well, I'm not sure. I just feel like I should see him so strongly. I can't really explain
Emma inhaled deeply, then let out a gush of hot air from her flaring nostrils, trying to calm her angry self down so that she wouldn't raise her voice at the queen. The latter was a queen right? She shouldn't be shouted at right? Emma mused, gritting her teeth, her fists tightening of their own accord. Her anger stemmed from the fact that the queen had known why she had wanted to see Derek, knew that he was in trouble; for fudge's sake, he had already been possessed!, and she hadn't told her, worse, she had tried to stop her. What was wrong with all these women thinking that they could control her, without bothering to let her in on some important information she should know. She shut her eyes again, as she felt that energy from before during the meeting, running smoothly all over her body system, smoothly but it seemed to be boiling, so hot that she wanted it out, she felt like exploding."Emma…calm down…" She heard Prescott's voice in her head, and grunted.Had he been aware? She wo
Emma's anger for the queen daunted the more as a result of this new piece of information that the latter had just revealed to them. The queen descended from the lineage of that powerful breed? Wow, does she possess the power? She thought, deciding to ask that, since the squirrel didn't want to even though he was hungering for that particular answer."Do you have that power residing within you? You know, you are, obviously, a descendent of your grandmother." She queried, finding a sitting position on the bed once again-calm enough to sit down again."I should. But honestly, I don't know. I heard that it would lay dormant till the offspring in question comes face to face with the evil beast species. So, I haven't faced one before. I'm therefore not sure if I even have the power or not." Zipfarah replied, taking a seat on the bed too, the necklace still dangling from her hands."You can follow me then. You can check out if the power resides in you when you meet Derek." Emma suggested, h
Watching Emmma disappear without her saying something to him or even looking in his direction broke Daniel's heart. He was beginning to regret his folly some months ago. Why had he left without telling her about him? Yeah, he had been trying to leave her off the hook of who he really was, but was the benefit now? What was the essence of the whole secrecy? She still found out about who and what he was, and worse, she hadn't heard it from his own mouth. Hearing it from his own mouth would have lessened the punishment; there he would have the opportunity to apologize properly.Now, he had nothing. He didn't have her trust or her person. He wondered if she would ever forgive him. Damn him! He thought, remembering the first time they had met, or rather, how he had come to know about her.It had all started with his grandmother's call, a year ago. Damon was out of the state for a mission, schooling wherever he was too-they had always changed schools a lot whilst growing up, and it had been
Still remembering:For a minute or two, he had been speechless, seeing that his plan had fallen by the wayside. It was then that another strategy had filtered into his mind. A truth this time around, but one with an ulterior motive."I'm sorry, Emma. I had just wanted to be your friend, to be close to you, but I had seen no other way to do that other than by approaching you as a dummy. I had thought that if I had asked to be your friend directly, you would have turned me down. I'm sorry. I hope you find in your heart to forgive me." He had recited, holding in the smile that had been trying to metamorphose on his lips, when he had seen her blush, then cough, sinking her fingers into that redness of hair that for some reason then, he had longed to smoothen with his fingers.He had rendered her speechless for some minutes, and when she had finally talked, it had been like a croaking."That's…okay…" She had stuttered, before keeping his book back on the table.Later , he had found out tha
Emma furrowed her eyebrows as she appeared in front of her house with Prescott. It seemed like ages since she had been here. The white house still remained the same. There were no signs of anything peculiar or extraordinary. It was just there. But that wasn't why she had thinned her gaze; no, it was the darkness of the night. Hadn't it been a few minutes past six that they had disappeared from Lily's room? So, why was it dark here like it was half past seven?"Prescott…" She called the squirrel, turning aside to look at him, but balking when she didn't see him or smelt him. What the hell! Had the squirrel just dropped her here, and left? Had Zipfarah commanded him to do so? Why couldn't she even scent him? That was weird. She thought, feeling a variety of emotions. There was anger and sadness, there was disappointment already, and of course, fear. All around her, there was dead silence, eerie silence. It felt creepy for some reason, scaring her the more.Perhaps, it was because she ha