Enchanted Tale

Eight: Apprehended

{Anita's POV}

"THE KING IS A MONSTER!" Elle shouted.

I had changed into the body of a commoner so I wouldn't be captured like I was before. The boy, Peter, ran to try to get her down, but she scolded him and he then went and stood with the crowd. He didn't stand too far from me. Oh how I hated the boy. He could have been the reason this didn't work out. Fourtunately, he failed.

"He doesn't care about any of you and if you're not what he approves of YOU DIE! He is a murderous monster and you all let him be in power!"

I internally laughed at her foolishness. I didn't know the simple words I put in her head could be so moving. Well, of course they were, the anger spell I put on her is very motivational.

{Elle's POV}

"You can't just let this continue! Strip him of his power before you all die!--" I shouted.

I didn't know where any of this came from. I felt as if I was in a drunken state screaming for no reason. I couldn't get down, something kept me up there. I didn't really believe that the king would kill them all. Well, he would if they were anything like my parents.

The crowd had mixed emotions. Some people looked at me with drooping eyes, others frowned, and some laughed.

"--I know people dear to my heart that were killed by that man! You--" Before I could form the new sentence the wheelbarrow was lifted and I fell to the ground. The small rocks found their way into my knee and side causing excrutiating pain.

"I'm tired of hearing your nonsense." A guard laughed.

"What were you going on about, huh?" The other younger guard asked as he bent over me, smiling.

"Ahh, a pretty one. How sad this pretty face had to be ruined by an idiot as yourself."

I jumped up at him, ready to fight him. I was shoved down easier and harder than before due to my injured leg.

"Elle!" I heard behind me. It was Peter. I didn't want him to get invovled. I would not be able to stand watching him hurt. To my pleasure, he was being held back by a commoner.

"Ohhhh.." I groaned louder. I slowly rose to my feet, leaning a bit.

"Peasant, what were you trying to accomplish? You're nothing but a rodent! A waste of space! Why don't you scurry back into the gutter you crawled out of?"

I glared at him before I spat in his face. He laughed and wiped it off. But before he could retaliate trumpets sounded causing the crowd to bow down. I heard chopping of horses feet. It was the prince. Only he would have his presence announced so ridiculously.

The two guards quickly bowed in respect. The prince looked at me in confusion. I glared at him wanting to spit on him aswell. He didn't seem bothered by my lack of respect towards him.

"Bow to your prince!" The short man dressed hilariously demanded. Pathetic, the prince had people talk for him.

The younger guard stepped in front of me. He looked like he wasn't going to put up with any games. It was laughable how ignorant he was. I've seen guards like him. Hungry for power. They think they're on top of the world, when really they're at the bottom of the food chain.

"You think you're so tough don't you?" He smiled caressing my cheek. I wanted to bite his hand off.

His smile soon turned into a frown and he struck me in the stomach causing me to wince and fall to the floor.

"You will bow to your prince!" He shouted.

"Nooo! Stop!" Peter yelled again.

Both knees hit the floor, I tried to retrieve air back into my lungs. I sandwiched my arm between my legs and torso. Elle what did you get yourself into? I asked as I gripped my stomach.

"What is your name child?" The short man asked.

"A n-name you're not w-worthy of knowing." I managed to say from the floor.

He motioned the guard. The guard struck me with his foot to my hand which guarded my stomach.

"Please stop!" Peter begged.

"Get him out of here!" The short man demanded.

A commoner pulled Peter away, and they disappeared into the crowd. I couldn't get up and protest against it because, well first I couldn't move, and second I didn't want to bring Peter into this.

One guard picked me up and restrained me as the other one was going to give my stomach another blow.

"Stop!" The prince finally spoke. His voice was deeper and more demanding than everyone elses. "You must give me your name." He spoke softly looking into my eyes.

"Wait!. . .Wait!" I heard someone shout coming through the crowd. My heart dropped as the man from Arler's stood near me. He looked at me and smirked. He bowed to the prince then began to speak.

"Sire, this woman stole from me, and then assulted me yesterday, sire. She is a danger to the public and needs to be put away." He said calmly. He had bandages on his burnt hand which made me smile a bit.

The prince looked at me sympathetically yet confused. Totally opposite of is midget assistant. I rolled my eyes to hide my nervousness. I was finally caught. And there was no getting out of this.

"Then it's sorted. What ever your name is, we'll find it. But for now you will remain in the dungeon until further notice. You are hereby arrested for the act of theivery.--"

"And treason against the king!" A woman shouted from the crowd.

My head fell down in embarrassment and shame. This very short man was arresting me. It was hard to let that sink in. I always imagined if I was ever to be caught, it would be a large man who had arms the size of logs. Not a shrimp as himself. All of the anger I felt turned to worry. What was Peter going to do? I needed to see him. I need to know he is going to be okay.

The short man raised his eyebrows. "Treason as well? Madam you better hope the king has mercy on your life. Take her to the dungeon! We must finish this walk."

And with that, I was dragged away from the crowd. The prince didn't take his eyes off of me. He still remained to look sympathetic. I looked at him with a drooping face. He doesn't seem to be as powerful as I thought.

But none of that matters. Right now. . . I was the size of an ant.

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