To Make A Difference

Chapter 27

When we emerge from the dungeon I look at Jay.

"Don't you think you were a tad bit to harsh? I mean sure she was a bit over dramatic about everything but you could have been nicer."

Jay sighed.

"Yeah. I know. She's always been a control freak though... I guess I thought if I was in control she would listen, and she did. Although in hindsight I should've taken the time to listen to her... I just acted like her. It didn't feel as satisfactory as I thought it would."

"Hey don't beat yourself up about it. You did what you thought was right, and that's what matters."

I smile. I hoped it wasn't fake looking, because I wanted him to realize it will all be fine. A guard approaches and bows.

"Princess Sparrow! The Prince requests your presence, so that he may show the kingdom their new Queen to be!"

"Oh, of course."

We walk behind the guard to a large balcony that stretched out into the kingdom court yard.

"My Prince, she is here."

"Thank you. At ease."

The guard bowed and backed away. I swear that voice sounds familiar. I walk up next to the prince and he looks at me.

'SCOTT!!??'

"Hello Sparrow. It's lovely to see you again."

Scott said in a low whisper.

"You dirty cheat I thought Rose had you thrown out in the garbage where you belong."

I whispered back.

"No you see. If my brother told you and I'm sure he has. I was caught by the Royals during a rescue mission. But he doesn't know that I resemble the Prince. The original Prince had fallen quite seriously ill, to the point of death. However, I took his place. I attacked you so long ago to make me seem senile."

"You nasty, big-headed, slobbering toa-"

He covers my mouth.

"Shhhh. Lemme show the kingdom our new Queen and you must learn to respect me."

He leads me up to the edge of the balcony and the entire kingdom roars.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!!!! This, lovely creature is going to be our new Queen!"

The crowd roars a deafening roar. The entire kingdom began chanting
"Queen Sparrow!"
I smile sheepishly and wave. The crowd roars once again.

'I didn't think this through.'
Scott proceeds to say.
"We shall be wed on Thursday!!"
The crowd cheers again. During the roar Scott looks at me and whispers.
"Guess my brother didn't care. I mean your here."
He laughs evilly an smirks. He kisses my cheek sending the crowd into a greater screeching mass. Scott leaves and I am escorted inside. Jay rushes over.
"What happened?!"
"The Prince isn't the Prince."
Jay looks at me dumbfounded.
"Then who is he?"
"H-he is..."
An alarm sounds off. A voice over the intercom says.
"Rebel attack this is not a drill. Repeat this is not a drill."
Jay picks me up and starts bolting down the hallway.
"Where are we going!"
"Somewhere safe!"
We pass by 3 hallways and down 4 flights. There was a picture he moved it. Reveling an entrance to a narrow slide. He looks at me and I nod. I slide down it holding in the fright, and the need to scream. Jay slides down a little bit after me. I look around an old abandoned room. There was cobwebs and it was full of books. There was no other opening.
"This room hasn't been used in decades. So we should be safe."
"Who's leading the Rebels?"
Jay's face tenses along with the rest of him. I saw a woman dirty blonde hair and a small boy trying to catch her.
"Mom.... Bub..."
[Jays P.O.V]
I watched as horror spread across her face, and the color drained.
"Your fami-"
We hear crashing, screams and rattling noises above.
"NOO!"
Sparrow screeched and ran to the opening in the wall. 
"Sparrow shush!!! They'll hear you!!"
"THATS THE POINT!!!"
She takes off her socks and shoes and stuffs them in her pockets she then puts a pocket knife in her mouth and climbs up.
"Wait! Don't leave with out me!"
I looked at my arm and clicked 'magnet' and crawled up with ease behind her.
Once we reach the top she moves the painting over and slips on her socks and shoes. She holds the pocket knife at the ready. I hand her a small pistol and machete. I hand her some Ammo as well.
"Ready?"
I said as I pull out my gun.
"As always."
She pulls out the machete and cocks the gun.