Found Frozen

Chapter 11

11

After a week of packing and contacting family again, I was able to get a private jet and head to the island. She asked me countless questions, about technology, advancement, and privacy. I simply answered with I wasn't sure. We had telephones, and lighting and electricity., but I hadn’t been there i almost 4 years. No one knew about the island, North America had been what it seems like isolated from the world in the past one hundred years or so.

I stepped into her house quickly before anyone could see. Mary had tailored my royal suit and placed all my royal pins on it. She made Euphoria a royal sash, complete with almost matching pins; the difference the color to symbolize the Darkdog monarchy and the Pureblood monarchy. Mine were red and gold, where as hers were silver and blue.

The sash was a beautiful silk, that ran through my fingers like water. It was a deep blue, that went with her eyes.

Sam greeted me as I entered the house, bowing.

He wore his black suit and a white shirt with a black tie. For some reason he seemed even more intimidating. But I suppose that was the point.

"Anne," he called.

She came out slowly and descended down the steps. She wore a blue dress with a tight torso and flowy skirt. She wore over her shoulders a fur top, and wore dark blue heels. It made her bright blue eyes stand out even more.

"Do I look okay?" She asked. "The dress is a little short and I think-"

"Beautiful." I said. "You look beautiful."

She smiled, blushing a little. I slowly walked over to her and placed the sash on her shoulders carefully, as to not ruin her beautiful braid.

"Are we good to go?" Sam asked.

"I'll meet you guys out." She said, giving us a smile.

"Okay. I'll meet you outside." I kissed the top of her head, then stepped out with Sam.

She looked around the house and touched the counter. I shifted nervously, watching her.

"This is her first time really alone in a while. Just give her some space."

I nodded. I hoped she was okay in there.

* * * * *

I looked around the empty living room and kitchen, empty and hollow. I went downstairs into the workout room. I looked around at the fighting room; most of the equipment Dad sold. The room looked still looked empty, but as I walked around it, it was crammed with memories.

I went over and gently punched the punching bag still hanging from the wall. My fighting days were over. My hip had fully healed, and I didn't have even a hint of a limp. I had a bright scar left from the surgery, but other than that, I was good. Tears sprung to my eyes. My last fight was the stupidest fight ever. I didn't even win. I was going to miss this. All of this. I exhaled shakily and wiped my eyes.

"Come on Anne, no crying." I said to myself.

I growled and frustration. Euphoria. I told myself. Jus...Daniel and I decided that if we were going to live our real lives now, we had to let the fake ones go, and chose to use our real names. I've been having a real hard time with it lately, but I was getting a little better.

I slowly went up the stair and looked around one last time. I stepped out and closed the door.

"Goodbye Anne." I whispered. I hurriedly went into the car where Daniel and Dad were. We silently drove to where the jet was. I had a knot in my stomach. What if the jet crashed or blew up? I gripped the skirt of my dress until I had white knuckles.