The Dark Princess

Mary

I couldn't believe that Milo knocked me out. I'd just had time to see my mother burst in, when there was a thump and everything went dark. I mean, come on! At least they could've had the courtesy of doing it before my mom arrived! Now, not only had they doomed the entire magical magical world to virtual extinction, but they had doomed me to being stuck in a windowless tower for the three years after I got back!

Anyway, the trek to the ocean was going to take at least two days. I was officially not going to talk to either Milo or Brooke for the whole two days, or any time soon in general. At least, that was the plan. I was a little bit mad. First, they had knocked out a couple hundred guards, which could have been a disaster in so many ways. Second, they had broken in to my room, dripping blood all over the super-expensive new rug. And, finally, they had knocked me out just to jump out a window. So, I wasn't planning to speak to either of them.

It was hot outside. The summer had just started. To be honest, I was only really looking forward to the ocean because it would be such a relief from this heat. That and the fact that if I ever wanted to be associated with Brooke ever again, we had to do this.

Basically, the entire first day was filled with walking. Left, right, left, right. No stopping until nightfall, because then it will take longer, and there will be more time spent in this blasted heat. I've decided that being cold is more fun.

The hours dragged onward. Within two hours, I was already exhausted. It felt more like forty hours than two. Finally, towards the end of the day, the heat began to die down. Brooke and Milo went off to hunt, and Figi and I attempted to make a fire with green branches. It didn't work very well. When the hunting team came back with only four robin eggs, I lost it.

"This was the best you could possibly have done?! This is pathetic! We've been walking in ridiculous temperatures all day and this was the best you could've come up with?!"

Brooke's face flushed and she began trying to yell back. Frustrated when it didn't work, she looked expectantly at Milo. (By this time they had explained the mental link.) He just shook his head.

"I'm not getting into this one."

I sneered at Brooke.

"See? You're so incompetent that you can't even talk. You're pathetic too. It's no wonder you couldn't find anything better than a couple of robin eggs."

Brooke's eyes narrowed, and she stepped up and gave me a backhand to remember. I tumbled to the dirt. I glared back up at her.

Now Figi and Milo were getting really involved. Milo stepped in front of Brooke and began trying to calm her down, while Figi glared at me.

"You just had to go and tick her off," Figi said. I glared at her too.

After a while, Brooke calmed a little bit down, but she couldn't even look at me with a straight face. Milo and Figi begged and pleaded for me to apologize. I refused. Brooke had a price to pay. She shouldn't have just assumed that I even wanted to go on this dumb journey. So what if she turned into a ravaging beast and tore apart towns? At the time, it seemed to me that this whole trip was a waste of time. My life before I met her had been so much simpler. Even at ten years old, I had been subject to frustrations that most people don't have to face, just because a magical person had become my servant. The other kingdoms' princes had refused to even lay eyes on me just because she was in my life. Ever since we were ten years old, I had been agreeing to her stupid plans that almost always got me in trouble. I was sick of it. I wanted out.

The next day, we kept walking in silence. It was an uneventful trip to the small seaside village of Caenon. Then, when we made up camp again, I mentioned being dragged out of my own room to go on this suicide mission. Brooke got angry again and tried to yell at me. She again looked to Milo for help. Again, he refused.

"Hmph." I gave her a triumphant stare.

The look Brooke gave me was a look of deadly calm. She pulled a knife out of her boot. Everybody froze. Then, unexpectedly, she held the tip of the knife to Milo's neck. It clearly pained him, but he closed his eyes and began reciting what she told him to.

"If you don't like it, then you can go off on your own and get lost, for all I care. If you're lucky, some stranger will tell you where to go to get back to your precious castle. And while you're in your castle enjoying expensive new rugs and a soft bed, I'll be here, saving lives and preparing for the war that will inevitably come because of your mother's stupidity. And as for my voice, at least I was willing to give it up for a greater cause unlike . . ."

Milo faltered.

"Brooke . . . please, don't make me say this."

She only pressed the knife harder, never once taking her eyes off of me. A single bead of blood rolled down the knife.

"unlike the coward who stands before me."

I glared harder than ever at Brooke as she slowly removed the knife. She pointed it at me. Her expression said it all.

Get out.

I turned, and, without looking over my shoulder even once, marched toward the village, arms crossed over my chest. They would survive without me. Even better, I would be perfectly fine without them.

Sorry guys. I made it as long as possible, but most of it was supposed to be walking, and that's boring and hard to write because of the extreme boringness. I certainly hope that you understand the gravity of the situation, and if you're human, then you should be able to sympathize with Mary.

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