Let's go! Make your move! Peace or war it's up to you! Who are you rooting for? The VK's or Uma's Crew?
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Normally, Evie awoke in the morning to the sounds of the chirping birds nesting in the trees of the forest and her tower's rooftop. Most people begrudged the birds for their early tweets, branding them as ungodly and atrocious demons sent to disturb their slumber. Evie, on the other hand, had always found them to be sweet and pleasant. They may never help her make the bed like they did for Cinderella, but they always made sure that she was up at the strike of dawn, right on time to start the day. They were her own natural alarms clocks.
Today, however, was not a normal day. Rather than being woken up by the sugary sweetness of magpies and blue bird's melodies, Evie was dragged from her sleep by the shrill squawks and screeches from the dreadful seagulls swarming the skies outside like a plague of banshees.
Evie pried open her sleep filled eyes, startled to find Harry's face close to hers. At some point in the night they had shuffled around, so they were now facing one another. She couldn't understand how Harry was still asleep despite the shrieking winged horrors outside. How could anyone sleep through that?
The dull light coming in from the port windows told Evie that it was still early morning. Evie was very much a morning person, but Harry, it seemed, was not. She decided that it would be too mean to wake him up just yet, especially considering how peaceful he looked. Instead, she lay there in the warmth of his arms, admiring all the little features on his face that she never really got the time to see. Tentatively, Evie reached out, her fingers brushing aside a lock of Harry's hair from his face.
One thing I'll never forgive you for, Harry... is that floppy mane you call your hair, Evie mused. She really wanted to take a pair of scissors to it sometimes.
The hammock suddenly jerked lower. Evie's eyes widened, surprised by the movement. It was then that she heard something like string or cord snapping. Hesitant to confirm what she already had a sinking suspicion was about to happen, Evie slowly glanced up to where the hammock was tied to hooks on the ceiling. The rope securing one end of the hammock was snapping, thread... by... thread.
Oh dear...
"Harry!" Evie shook him harshly. "Wake up! We need to-"
There was a loud twang as the cord on the top end of the hammock finally snapped. Evie cried out as one part of the hammock fell, her and Harry crashing to the floor.
"Owe," Evie winced, staring numbly at the ceiling.
Harry groaned, rolling onto his back. "What... happened?"
Evie pulled herself into a sitting position, brushing back her tussled hair with the tips of her fingers. "One side of the hammock snapped. I should have known that it was a bad idea having both of us sleeping in it."
