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Speak words

3: SPEAK WORDS

The Youngest Guardian froze, gripping his staff with both hands, his mouth hanging agape as he stared into the two terrified, enormous blue eyes that were suddenly were gazing directly into his own.

Slowly taking his hand off of the shepherd's crook, Jack reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, glancing downwards. Anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, he then shifted on his feet, looking back into her eyes

"Uh..." Jack laughed nervously. "Hi."

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Jack startled backwards in shock as the girl sat bolt upright, screaming and yanking the sheets up over her chest.

"WHOA! I'm sorry!" he stammered, "I didn't think tha—"

"—GUARDS!" she shrieked, "GUAAAAAAARDS!"

"GAUGH!"

Having started frantically kicking at him through the covers, the girl's foot broke free and swung past his shoulder, sending Jack lurching to the side and crashing into her nightstand. She screamed again, her eyes wild with terror as she scrambled away from him on the bed.

BANG!

A door crashed open behind him. As he desperately struggled to regain his footing, pushing himself up off the nightstand and spinning around, Jack leapt into the air just in time to see two heavily-armored men come rushing into the room.

"Your Highness!"

"Take this young man to the dungeon at once!" the girl gasped.

Their jaws set with fury, the guards whirled around to where she was looking, shouldering their rifles. Eyes narrowed with determination, their years of training were about to be tested. And here it was; the chance to put that training to use, to prove themselves, to protect their queen, to—

Look in one direction. And then another.

And back again.

The two men looked around the room, confused expressions sweeping their faces as they tried in vain to locate the apparently invisible intruder. After a few moments, one of them shuffled uncomfortably in his uniform, lowering his gun and glancing to the other. The second gave a tiny shrug, swallowing hard.

They turned to the young woman in the bed again helplessly.

"Um..." One of the guards cleared his throat, looking at the floor. He then nervously looked back to her. "What... man... your majesty?"

The young woman's mouth fell open in shock. "What do you mean, what man?" she sputtered, "The one that's standing right there, in—!"

Her voice trailed off, and her eyes widened as she looked up.

"In—the air?" she squeaked.

Hovering above the end of her bed, Jack gripped his staff so hard his knuckles turned white, his gaze locked onto hers in disbelief.

She was staring at him.

She could—see him.

Say something to her.

Jack's heart started pounding, his mind racing as he floated cross-legged in the air, frozen with shock.

WORDS! SPEAK WORDS TO HER, YOU MORON!

"UM!" Jack blurted.

She jolted again, abruptly sucking in her breath.

"I—uh," Jack shakily tried again, glancing to the guards, and then looking back to the young woman in the bed, "I—I don't think they can see me."