Emma's POV:
It's been 2 days since me and my mates made up. We are currently in my room, giving each other makeovers. We are having a sleepover. I have a feeling something bad is going to happen. Just as I think it, a boom echoes through the house.
"What in the bloody hell was that?" Sadie asks.
"I don't know, but I think we should go to the basement," I reply, thinking about my spy training. We have protocol. Anything happens, go to the basement. We have a safe-room down there. I grab my emergency bag, while my friends grab their handbags. We head out the door, and I see my dad.
"Attack?" I whisper ask him.
He nods. "Most likely."
"K, see you in the basement," I reply. We reach the door and go down into the basement. I push the tapestry in front of the safe-room door aside. "I'll explain it all once we are inside," I reply to their shocked faces. When we go inside, I see my mom in the kitchenette. The safe-room has everything we would need for survival. We close the door.
"Honey, is your father coming? We need to get out of here," my mom says. Oh yeah. The safe-room is also an escape room. It kind of blasts out of the house like a rocket ship. It's kind of like a plane. It flies us to a safe-house on the island, Bear Island in Norway. My mom looks at my friends' faces, seeing the shock. "You're going to explain it to them right?" she asks.
"Yes, and I am going to explain it to them," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Young lady," my mom voices, warning in her tone.
"Sorry, Mom," I reply. "Come on guys, let's go to my room," I mention, leading them to my room in the escape-room.
"What are you going to explain to us?" Belle asks, getting right to the point.
"Remember when I told you guys I was a spy?" I ask. Amelia and Belle nod, while Sadie looks confused. "I wasn't lying." I say simply.
"What???!!" Sadie, Amelia, and Belle scream together.
"Shh-"I'm cut off by my dad running into the safe-room.
"Take off!" He screams at the walls.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I hear my mom ask. My friends and I walk into the living room, where they are.
"It's Florence," my father replies. My mom gasps.
"Who's Florence?" I ask, my parents finally taking notice of me and my friends.
"Honey, you know how we told you about you father being prince of the Crow court?" she says, while glancing at my friends, whose mouths are open so wide that an entire elephant could fit.
"Yeah," I say, unfazed.
"Your father has to tell you a story," she says, in a quiet voice.
A/N
Sorry it's so short. The next chapter is going to be Emma's father's story. BTW I'm going to start doing Question Of The Day, so if you want to answer, you can.
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The Crow Crown
FantasíaA young international spy from England suspects she knows everything there is to know about herself. Or does she? She learns about her heritage and is shocked by what her parents tell her. The story of her birth and family is full of secrets, lie...
