One hour Clay had said. One hour. Yet here he stood outside the tailor's corner shop, suits n' sewing, 40 minutes later. God he should have never trusted them to go alone! Dark clouds started to gather, and the crowds began to die down ever so slightly. They had to do this now if they didn't want to get caught.
"Hey du-" With one motion he had the stranger pinned up against the wall.
"It's me, it's me!" George pleaded, his hands in the air.
"God George, don't sneak up on me! Where the hell were you!? I've been waiting nearly two hours!"
"Sorry, Nick's Pops held us up. Keep asking questions."
Clay sighed, "OK fine but come on we have to do this now. Where's Nick?"
"Right here. Oh, and so you know sweetheart, I got a picture of that." He looked mockingly at George, "Your face! I have never seen you so terrified." Nick laughed to himself, the noise echoing through the town square.
"Will you two stop your bickering, this is stressful enough!" Clay raged.
"What has got YOUR knickers in a twist? This was your idea, remember." George really got on his nerves sometimes.
All of a sudden, Clay wanted to punch that smirk off his face.
Nick grabbed his shoulder, "Come on darlin' let's go."
When they reached the castle entrance, Clay realized just how out of place they all looked. Well Nick and George. George's suit sleeves were a little too long and Nick's trousers were a little too short on his tall lanky legs. If they wanted this to work they needed God's help.
They joined the line for entry and sweat prickled on his neck and back. Suddenly he was all too aware of what they were doing.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" He mumbled, now thinking why he thought this was a good idea.
"As sure as the grass is green. And anyway it was your idea to do this. You get so damn curious sometimes, I'm surprised your parents even let you out of the house." George replied with a laugh.
It was slightly high pitched and nothing like his usual laugh. Clay had heard it before when they were younger.
It was how they first met...years back.
Clay had been walking through the square when he heard someone crying in the alley near his dad's shop. When he checked to see if they were okay he saw a kid roughly his age sniffling and a bruise forming on his arm just under where he clutched it. The kid saw him and had said a joke, the same high pitched laughter followed after. You could tell he had been nervous as to who would round the corner. That's actually how they met. Clay's dad helped the boy and gave him food, since then though, Clay and George have never spoken about it. If anyone asks how they met they have always said the same thing, they met in the sand box as kids.
"Good to see I'm not the only one nervous though." Clay shrugged.
Next to him, Nick was hopping from foot to foot and kept running his hand through his ginger hair. He was about to tell him to stop but he was beaten to it.
"Something the matter boy?" A gruff voice from the front of the line sounded.
Shit.
Nick froze and slowly met the eyes of Harper, a soldier in Clay's unit. Harper, the tallest and broadest person ever known to man, waved them forward, a questioning expression on his face.
"You alright boy? Sure this is a place for you? Look a little young.
"Oh y-yes sir. My Father has told me to meet him." Nick replied, shoving his hands in his pockets.
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Adventure'What's life without a little risk?', they all thought for a moment. 'Not a life at all' Life was normal. Everyone went on with their day, the portal was untouched. That was the problem, the mysterious portal, its secrets begging to be told. People...
