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This Is The Line -Two-
*Grr, I spent 3 hours trying to get everything right on this part and I deleted it accidently -_- Well, let's see if I get everything right, shall we? -_- -Lexa* I quietly closed the door to my room and sighed, sliding down the door. Why does my life have to be so hectic? The words on the script ran through my mind. A war. I sighed and stood up, looking out the window. I hope it's just a dream of theirs. *** I looked at my father and sighed. It's time. Dad: He's like me. You'll love him. Me: *raises an eyebrow* He's like you? *scoffs* Then I'd probably hate him. Dad: *narrows his eyes at me* I looked away and bit down on my lip. I've always hated my fathers' death glare. Then again, who doesn't? It's real hate in his eyes. It would send chills down your back just from thinking about it. I sighed and stepped down from my horse, smiling at her as I smooth out her mane. Me: *whispers* We'll run off, girl. I promise we will. *** I smiled and rested my head against Mystery's neck. Me: We did it, girl. *sighs* We did it. Father was right, he was like him. And that's what I hated about him, he was a pompous bastard like my father. There's no way I'd be marrying him. I yelped as Mystery neighed and went up on her hind legs, sending me falling back onto the ground. I touched the back of my head and groaned, slowly blacking out. *** ??: What are we gonna do? ???: What do you mean 'what are we gonna do?'? ??: Don't you see? She...she has the mark, the royal mark. She's royalty, man. ???: So? ??: Don't you get it? We showed her the script. She probably told the king all about it. ???: We have no proof that she's actually related to the king. She can be related to another royal family. Me: *mumbles* I can hear you two. I opened my eyes and sat up, touching the back of my neck where the ink of the tattoo was. Me: You two had to be sneaks? Devon: Well, excuse me, 'your highness', the tattoo was as clear as day, we couldn't help but see it. Me: *grimaces* Don't call me that. I'd rather not be royalty, thank you very much. Michael: *raises an eyebrow* Why? Me: *shrugs* Arranged marraiges. Devon: That's why you were running, right? Me: Yeah. The guy's a complete...ugh. I don't know how to describe him. Let's just say, he's a lot like the king. Michael: Really? Must be tough to marry someone like him then. Me: Maybe. I could talk my father out of the marraige. But, he's very hard to confront in important situations like that. Devon: Seems like it. Hey, we got two new guys with us, helped with the script. Wanna see? Me: Sure. It was only then that I realized I was in a cottage, most likely one of theirs. Devon passed me the script and I looked down at the paper, smiling a little. "Fire surround in cleansing repose Letting the filth, like venom it flows Scar, the mark, remind us the pain" Me: It's looking great. Michael: It IS great. *laughs* We got some pretty good guys. We'll have a war by the end of the year. I bit my lip and looked outside. It was fall, the leaves were already changing. Not much time left. Maybe it is just a dream for them? Devon: Now, we have a question. What royal family do you belong to? I was about to make up an excuse when a pounding came from the door and a muffled voice from outside. I knew that voice... The door was kicked down and two of my fathers' men stormed in and locked Devon and Michaels' arms behind their backs. I gasped when my father walked in, grabbing my arm painfully. Dad: Lock them up when we get back. I'll make sure they never see the light of day again. My eyes widened and I frantically looked around, grabbing the script quickly and hiding it in the side of my boot. Devon and Michael looked at me, confused and I threw them an apologetic look which they both shook their heads to. I couldn't let my father see the script. Because... One day I might even join them and fight against my father. *Shitty part, I know -_- Sorry! =( Well, tell me if you liked it or not cause I say it was horrible -_- -Lexa*
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