Ruby Locket : Midnight's Ball

CHAPTER 7 - Return of the ball's belle

"You said no one was home", Isabelle stated. She was now locked in the cellar with him.

"I thought they were at the palace. How was I supposed to know?" Amari said.

"You're the one in the house", she retorted.

"The one who's locked in a cellar?" he snapped.

"That makes two of us now", she quipped.

Truly, all hope was lost. His last hope had ended up right where he was. It was over. He leaned on the wall and crouched on the dusty poo-infested floor.

"What now?" she asked as she fidgeted with the latch. She clung to a string of hope for something to happen and open the latch. There was no response. Just total silence. "Amari?" She could hear his sniffles. She rushed over to his side.

"It's over, Isabelle. It's over", he said. She also started crying. There seemed to be no way out this time. No prince with a carriage and no Mr. Charles. He would forever be at the mercy of Master Reginald and Lyanna. Isabelle pulled him into a tight hug and sobbed with him in the cold and dusty cellar. Amari held on to his locket and wished for help. He asked desperately in little whispers, for his parents' help if they could hear him. The clock struck ten. The final ceremony was about to be held. Where Lyanna would officially be made known to the kingdom as the prince's bride-to-be. They'd be engaged.

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Master Reginald walked into Lyanna's room in the palace. She had five ladies-in-waiting preparing her for the ceremony. Seeing her father, she dismissed the ladies. "Is everything secured? she asked.

"Tightly! Amari and Isabelle won't be getting out anytime soon. Your predictions were accurate. She did come to save her little friend" her father replied.

"Wonderful! What about her parents?" she asked.

"I told them she would be helping you get ready for the ceremony",

"Hah! Fools!" she laughed menacingly. "Oh, Father. Good fortune has fallen upon us. Finally, we will get the life we deserve and all of Armedea will be at my fingertips"

"A flawless plan, daughter. I must commend you"

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A few moments passed and a gust of wind from nowhere circled the center of the cellar. What was once dust now resembled thousands of tiny golden sparkles that grew to the ceiling. "Isabelle, look", he pointed to the forming sparkles.

"W-what's happening?" Isabelle frightenedly asked.

The wind got more intense by the second and by now, Isabelle was screaming her head off. Then, the sparkles fell to the floor, and there he was. Mr. Charles, in a lilac flowy garment, a wand, and a huge pair of sparkling butterfly wings.

"Mr. Charles, is that you?" Amari asked in shock.

"Better believe it", he replied with a smirk. "Isabelle, how come you're here too?", he asked

"Never mind that. Look at you. You have wings and a wand.", Isabelle said excitingly.

"It is I, your fairy godfather", Mr. Charles said. Amari stared in awe. Isabelle turned her head back to Amari who was still on the floor and sarcastically asked.

"Still think it's absurd?". Amari walked up to the pair still with his mouth wide open.

"Child, don't keep your mouth open like that. It's unhealthy", Mr. Charles said as he enchanted Amari's mouth to close.
"You're that surprised to see me aren't you?"