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The Plan (4)

CHAPTER FOUR: The Plan

Chapter Four: Wylie takes them to a city called Mysterium. They find shelter with a humorous artist named Keefe, who seems to never run out of pranks. *pov change to alvar* Alvar turns out to be working for a rival order against the Black Swan, the Neverseen, who wants to overthrow the king as well but put Alvar on the throne instead of Biana, whom Alden had named the heir. Fitzroy finds out and joins as well.

Tam (The Boy) POV:

"So... What brings you to Mysterium?" Wylie asks us.

"Uhhh... Meeting a friend," The Moonlark answers. She has such pretty blonde hair, WAIT. NO. BAD HAIR! BAD HAIR! HER BROWN EYES ARE DISGUSTING AND NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING GORGEOUS!! I think, slightly panicked.

Okay. Calm down, Tam. Deep breaths. What is wrong with you? You can NOT be attracted to her in ANY WAY. Got it? Got it. Got it. I chanted she's not pretty, she's not pretty over and over until I believed it to be true. Until it was true.

The Moonlark glances at me. "So, if we're going to be stuck with each other, can I at least learn your name?"

I school my features into a scowl. "Tam Song. And if we're going to be stuck with each other, can I get your real name?" That was good. Let her think I wasn't interested in her.

She glares at me. "You don't need to know my name. Moonlark is enough to refer to me by," she snaps, and continues to stare out the window. Ugh. I can't believe I thought I liked her. She's such a brat. I thought.

After a while, I start to doze off, only to wake up to an elbow poking my ribs.

"All right! We're here. So both of you get off my carriage, stop snoring, and wipe the drool of your faces. Anyway! Thank you for riding with LC Carriage Transportation! I have to get Scorpion across town to get water for her," Wylie says with a sweet voice.

I jump out of the carriage and find myself looking at a young man with ice blue eyes and blonde hair grinning at me.

"Hey, Bangs Boy. I'm Keefe Sencen. But you can call me Hunkyhair. You'll be staying with me." he greeted me. I scowled.

"Don't call me that, Funkyhair" I added with a rude voice. I glared at him.

"Well, get used to it. Anyways, follow me!" The Moonlark and I follow Keefe into the house where we would be staying. We stepped foot into a small one-story house, painted ice blue. The door was a pale gray, as Keefe pushed it open, we walked into the living room. The floor was made of dark oak wood. The paint around the house was white, with a few dark blue accent walls. The house was cluttered. In the living room magazines, books, and sketches covered the coffee table and floor around it, there were paint stains on the couch, and chairs beside it. The kitchen had gray tiles and the sink and counter around it was cluttered with pots, pans, and dirty dishes that seem to be having some green stuff grow on it.

As Hunkyhair leads the Moonlark to her temporary room, Wylie walks up to me.

"Is your name Tam Song?" he asks. I nod, slightly on edge now. What does this guy know about me? "Well, I don't know how to say this, but I'm dating your sister," he tells me.

I stare at him. "And why didn't I know this before?" I ask, calming myself down, but that only seems to frighten him more. Good.

"W-Well, she didn't want me to introduce myself to you yet. She said that you would scare me away." Wylie stammered. "At least I'm not running away."

"Well, you will once I'm through with the both of you," I snarl, but then pause for a second. If Linh liked him enough to not tell her own twin, it might be worth giving him a chance. See? I can be reasonable. Kind of. Note to self: confront Linh about this. "Do you like my sister?"

"A lot. I would never hurt her," he confesses, and I believe him.

"Good. Because if you do, I will make your life miserable. Don't test me, I'm a lot more resourceful than I appear." Wyle nods, and goes to the hallway, beckoning for me to follow.

"This is your room while you're staying here. Feel free to make yourself at home," He gestures to a room with black walls, black bean bag chairs, and black carpets, with a black bed with black bed sheets, and a silver blanket and pillows. On my bed is a note from Keefe. Enjoy, Shady McSilverBangs. I huff in annoyance (partially because he has another nickname for me, and partially because I hated how I loved the room.) and plop down face first on the raven-black bed bed sheet, laying my face on the hot pink pillow, and pulling up a flower-covered blanket and falling into a deep sleep. I don't bother to take off my boots or change out of the clothes I've been wearing since yesterday.

Alvar POV:

I slip outside in a cloak, the hood covering my face. As I walked into the entrance, I put my thumb on the needle in the wall and dropped the blood it drew onto a panel. Moments later, the guards stationed at the door opened it, and I step into the cave.

The spacious room is filled with people speaking in hushed voices. As I pass a group of them, they stop whispering and stare at me. And stare some more. Ignoring them, I make my way to the center of the room, where the leader of the Neverseen, Vespera, was waiting for me.

"About time you got here, princeling," She greets me. I scowl. Sighing dramatically, she continues, "Our plan is in action. The king won't suspect a thing. He won't see it coming," She adds an evil smirk, and laughs maniacally. She stops as soon as I interrupt.

"What have you done?" I asked with a tinge of worry in my voice. I shake it out and add "I can't wait to be in control!" Then I ask, "When will he catch the plague?"

"Sometime next week," she tells me. I nod and turn to leave.

When I exit the cave, I hear a voice say, "You know, when you kill Father he won't be happy,"

I stiffen, and turn to face my brother. "What are you doing here?" I hiss.

"Taking a stroll, and keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't get in trouble. But it's worse than that. You're getting yourself killed." he replies, walking over to me.

"Biana is young, and Father is growing old. Above all that, she isn't ready. She will have a burden over her head too soon, too young. I plan to stop that from happening." I explain.

"I didn't complain. I think it's a brilliant idea, probably the only one you've had your whole miserable life. I want to help you."