Isabella White and the Huntsman

C h a p t e r 6

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Chapter five

Before we knew it, we were swept off the ground and hung upside down by the rope around our feet.

'What are you doing here.' One of the little men asked.

He went around and looked at me.
'What a beautiful thing you have here.'

Thing? I'm a human; not a thing.I stared at him with an eyebrow raised as I was memorising his face.

'Please let us down.' I say.

'Why should we do that?' He asked.

"Yeah?" Said a one with a ginger beard.

'She's the princess, let us down.' The huntsman said.

I could feel the blood getting up in my head and it didn't feel comfortable.

"Please, I'm princess Isabella white. I've been locked up in a castle since the attack." I say.

A whole chorus of voices echoed throughout the woods.

"Ha! Sure."

"Maybe she's right.."

"Princess? And I'm a pig that can fly."

"Could she be?"

"She has her fathers eyes."

"But she could be lying."

"STOP! There's only on person who will know.." The dwarf frowned then looked at me carefully. 'Papa?' He said.

An old dwarf looked me straight in the eye before he nodded and smiled. 'She's telling the truth.'

Gasps from the dwarfs faces and shock filled them.

'Now can you please get us Down?' The huntsman complained.

"Get them down!"

"Who set that trap anyway!"

"Ah, you idiot."

"Don't call me an idiot . U idiot."

The old dwarf pulled out his knife and threw it at the rope. I fell on top of the huntsman. I blushed as he held my waist helping me up.

'Who's he?' One of the seven said.

'Um the huntsman.' I say. They nodded and the old dwarf had a knowing smirk on his face.

'Let's go back to the house and have some food.' One of them said.

'What about them.'

'Take them with us.'

'What?'

'She's the princess.'

'Okay, Let's go.'

So we ended up following them quite a long way into the woods but they somehow knew where they were going.
Once we got to wooden house, it was warm and smelt like chicken soup. The old dwarf took me into another room and got a hairbrush, face cloth, towel and water.

'Here. Wash yourself up and come out and join us.' He smiled.

'Thankyou.' I whispered.

Before he left he turned around one more time.
'Friends, huh?' He smirked.

Wait what? Ignoring his comment I brushed my hair and washed the dirt off my face and arms. I dried it with a towel and walked out.

'Sit down, m'lady.' One of the dwarfs says.

The old one introduced.
'I'm beith, This is Gus, the youngest, there's Muir, Gort, Nion, Coll, And Duir.'

'Everyone believed that you where dead. What happened all these years?' Gus asked.

'The queen kept me locked up. She thought my royalty will come in handy. And it has.' I paused. 'That's why I took the chance now to run away.'

'And you sir, how did you find the Princess?' Duir asks the Huntsman raising an eyebrow

'Well I was actually ordered to find her and bring her back. But the deal was off. And well I guess we just kept walking.' He said.

This soup is so good.

'It's like a Book. Let's call it "Isabella White and the Huntsman."' Gus said with his hands in the air.

'I don't like romance.' Nion grumbled.

'What's romance?' I ask. Everyone looked at me surprised. What? I've been locked up in a castle for 9 years, I didn't have an education or any interaction with people.

'It's love.' Old and wise Beith answered.

'Love? We're do you see it?'

Gus chuckled. 'You don't see it. You feel it.'

'So like, when you fall in love. It's romantic?'

'Lots of little things can be romantic.' Coll answered. 'Romance is making someone you love feel special. Showing your love to them. It can be a simple gesture or a action.'

I like this idea of romance. I guess there's no one I can love. My mothers changed, my fathers gone, William thinks I'm dead, the huntsman...ah huh, I don't know.

That night we stayed there and Beith gave me water beside my bed.

'Beith?' I said. 'How do you know when your falling in love?'

He smiled and sat on the bed.
'Don't find it. Let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love. You just fall. Out of now where. Just like that.'

'How do you know if it's the right person?' I ask.

'Oh, you'll know. Sometimes it's the person that has been there standing next to you the whole time.'

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-A

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