Jemina

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The night went on in a flash of light and colour, but my thoughts never left the honey haired prince. By twelve o'clock I was tired and decided to retire for the night, excusing myself from the party. Then I went to my room and changed in to a black jeans and a royal blue tank top and placed my tiara under the blankets. Then pulling on a par of converse sneakers I slipped from my room through the maids tunnels into the night air, out of the palace. Glancing around to make sure that no body had to followed me but then my eyes landed on two people standing on the bridge having a very heated discussion about something. Slowly walking up to the bridge I noticed that the one persons hair was a foxy orange colour and the others was a honey blonde.
"Crap." I mumbled under my breath. but continued to walk to the bridge.
"You can't have her. I will kill you before that happens!" Timothy of them yelled. Then a flash of silver, a sparkle of scarlet, a piercing screen, a falling body, a splash of water as the dagger fell into the river.
"Someone help!" Came a panicked wail of Timothy "Fornando as fell on a sharp rock and cut his stomach open he is bleeding to death!"

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