Tale of the Prophet Bearer: The Dark Queen's Reign

Chapter 30: Invading the castle.

"It has been an hour since we arrived at Washington." Tucker bangs his head against the wall for the umpteenth time, the metal clang!-ing at contact with his hard head. "A long, loooong hour, and still we sit up here in the sky. Waiting. Contemplating. Planning. And what do we have to show for it? I don't know what you guys have, but I got a headache."

Cody rubs his face, looking to the ceiling for the patience we all looked for and unsuccessfully found. "We would go down, but we have no plan. Before you say we should run in without one, she would know we were coming, she would overpower us, and no, we're not going to ask the president to nuke the castle. I can't list all the ways that can go wrong."

Tucker grumbles something but muddles his complaints out with another clang! He rubs his pink forehead and plops down in the chair.

"Whatever we're doing," Cameron slouches in the seat, tugging at his hoodie strings. "We better do it fast. The longer we wait, the harder it's going to be to beat Reil. She probably has something big planned and the longer we wait..."

"The more time she has to prepare," I finish with a sigh. I lay my head back against the seat, shutting my eyes to relieve their exhaustion. Thinking so much about what to do with Reil has fried my brain. Not to mention the fact of how she got here. The only conclusion I can come to is that Naris helped her.

But would she really do that? Naris was one of the few people in Lakarn that were trying to stop Reil from getting the throne and stopping her once she got it. What she went through, risking her life, risking everything, she couldn't be faking it. I find it unlikely that she would help a maniac that kidnapped and tortured her "boyfriend". But still, what other answer is there? We don't know of anybody else capable of making portals between our world and theirs other than Adeline, but she's dead.

"Guys," Tucker claps his hands and jumps up with a grin that light up his eyes like a Christmas tree. "I got it."

"Not again," mutters Cameron, pulling his hood over his head as if to hide from the embarrassment of Tucker's ideas. Nobody could blame him, though. If it is anywhere near to the ridiculousness of calling to president, we should all be hiding.

"Don't be a sour-sport," Tucker huffs with his hands on his hips. "Listen to what I have to say because it might be beneficial in our quest to overthrow a crazy, evil dictator that had once kidnapped us and held us against our will in an alien world until we ended it by—"

"Spit it out!" I snap.

"What if, get this," He holds up his fingers, pausing for dramatic effect. "We bust up in the castle and start beating the crap out of her?"

"We would die," Cameron deadpans dryly.

"Reil would know that we were coming," Cody answers.

"Exactly, my dear Watson!" Tucker points to him. "She knows Cody likes making plans, so she wouldn't think we're dumb enough to go in unprepared. She wouldn't plan for that. We would catch her off guard!"

I groan and cover my ears, hoping the stupidity would stop.

"It wouldn't work," Cody shakes his head. "She would still overpower us. It's a good plan, but—"

"If it is as good of a plan as you say it is, then why wouldn't it work? We could beat her up so the police can take her to jail."

"What are the police going to do?" Cody argues. "The only think that can withstand Lakarnian strength is Lakarnian material. We have nothing we can use."

"Then put a bullet in her head and see if she can withstand that!" Tucker throws his hands in the air, growling with frustration. "I'm tired of staying up here."