The Curse of Windsor Castle

Chapter Sixteen

"That-that b-" Tamara paused to release a whole string of curse words, some Rose had never heard of.

"Hypocrite," Rose muttered.

"Did you write down that last one?" Amy whispered. "I want to look it up when we get home."

"If we get home," Rose said darkly. "No matter what he says, remember that her keeps trying to kill us."

At this point, Tamara had calmed down and breathed heavily. "What do you think he meant by 'nothing is ever as it seems'?"

"It's pretty obvious, Tara," Amy said. "One example is the chairs. They look like utter rubbish to the two of you, but to me, they look like something that not even the Queen could afford."

"Right," Tamara murmured. She sighed and sat down on the floor. "Well, what now?"

"Now?" Rose started. "An evil bloke just appearing out of nowhere won't deter our plans. We'll still go to Alcalá de Henares. We still get the chair, and we still rescue Henry."

The girls took a van back to the motel. The manager greeted them, but there was something suspicious about his smile.

"Ow-oh!" Tamara clutched her head.

"What's wrong, Tara?" Rose reached out to put a curl of her sister's hair behind her ear.

"What does it look li-AAHH!" Tara screamed in pain.

"Señorita, are you alright?" The manager asked.

"No she isn't." Amy shook her head. "Can you get us a cold towel?"

The manager nodded and ran to the back room.

Tamara suddenly opened her eyes. They were an unnatural gold. "Something is going to happen. Something terrible."

"Tara are you sure?" Rose raised an eyebrow. "I understand if you don't feel good, but that seems a little strange."

"Rose," Amy tugged at her friend's sleeve. "You think this is strange. What about our abilities? And Tara's eyes are gold. I think we should listen to her."

Tamara's eyes then cleared. They were still gold, but she didn't look like she was in pain anymore. "Come on, let's go to our room. I want to check on something."

Tamara led the girls through the many hallways that led to the room. After the click of the lock could be head, she opened the door to find their bed sheets in a disarray. After further inspection, Tara gasped. "Our belongings, they're all gone."

As Amy looked for an emergency number, Tamara paced the room. "What are we going to do?" She managed to gasp. "All our stuff, our passports. It's all gone." She sat down in her arm chair and put her face in her hands.

"Tara, calm down." Rose rubbed her sister's back. "Once Amy gets the number, we'll call the police. I'm sure they'll be able to track down our belongings. And everything in our suitcases is replaceable. Better them than us, right?"

"It's not that," Tamara hiccuped. "Our weapons. Your sword, my boomerang, and Amy's bow and arrow. If the three-headed dog is still there, how are we going to get out alive?"

Rose froze. She hadn't thought about their weapons. "Tara, we don't even have money. Right now, getting to the chair is the least of our worries."

Tamara nodded, then sniffled.

"I got it." Amy held up her phone triumphantly. "It's 902-102-112."

"Good work, Amy," Tamara said. "Wait, you have international service?"