In all of Dewin

Into the wishing well

Evelyn woke up feeling like someone was watching her. She opened her eyes to find six faces smiling down at her. She screamed.
"Please don't scream your highness, it's okay," a man said. Evelyn looked around and found herself in a huge bedroom that looked straight out of the renaissance.
"The others have risen," a woman said looking around at her colleagues.
"Who are you people?" Evelyn asked. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the canopy bed.
"We are the royal cabinet of Dewin. We have been waiting for you to come and wake the other earthen leaders," he told her.
"Earthen? As in we aren't on earth?" Evelyn asked her throat growing tight.
"Of course not you are in another world. Dewin," the man said. "And you are one of the rulers along with the others. Which you should meet," he lead her to a bathroom. "You need to be presentable for the people of Dewin,"
"Excuse you I'm not the one who kidnapped someone and brought her to another world," Evelyn snapped.
"Don't worry your highness you are in good hands," he left her along with the others. the humanoid beings with pale skin that was like fresh powdery snow from the middle of winter and dark dark eyes like black ink used to write stories, helped Evelyn bathe and dress. She wore a pal pink flowing dress and a flower crown.

Evelyn was lead to a thrown room. The ceiling was high and everything was gold or some type of quarts. The giant windows overlooked the entire land of Dewin. It was beautiful, lush and green with large orchards and forest. Evelyn found herself in aw of the kingdom.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" A voice said behind her. She turned to see a man, around 19. His hair was brown and soft looking and his eyes were warm hazel. He was handsome in an vintage way. When he saw her he seemed almost shocked.
"I'm Quentin," he said extending his hand for her to shake. She took it taking notice of his clothing. They were old, extremely old like almost 100 years. They were dirty and too small for him.

"Sir Quentin you must get changed before the ceremony," one of the royal advisors hissed. He gave Evelyn an apologetic smile before being dragged away from her.

"I didn't get your name," he called.
"I'm Evelyn,"

Quentin and two other people, a boy and a girl walked in dressed similar to Evelyn herself. Quentin gave her a small smile before taking his place.

They were instructed to make a small circle than turn towards the cabinet. Each one of the royal advisors had weapons in their hands.
"What are you doing?" Evelyn asked taking a step back. She looked around and they were surrounded. "Why do you have weapons?" She knew he voice was shrill and weak sounding but she couldn't shake her fear. The royal cabinet said nothing.
"Please there is no need for violence," Quentin's voice wavered but he sounded as diplomatic as one could in their situation. As soon as he put his hands up to offer peace he was attacked. Evelyn jumped in front of him with out thinking and in her act of courage got her throat slit.

Quentin laid covered in a girls blood that he just met. He felt tears fall down his face as he sat in shock. Without even a warning a dagger found its place in the back of his skull. His dead body slumped over Evelyn's the first two were gone.

Ingrid yelled out pouncing on top of one of her attackers. She fought him off for as long as she could even disarming him.  She grabbed his sword  putting it up against his neck.
"How dare you kill innocent people," she spat the edge of the sword digging in Deeper. Before she could do anything more a arrow lodged itself into her heart. She fell over gasping for air as her heart failed to function.

Elliot was the last one. He stood still mortified and shaking. The drew in closer to him weapons pointing, blood sprayed across their faces.
"There doesn't need to be anymore blood  on your hands," he said calmly. "Is what you are trying to achieve worth the lives of innocent people on your conscience?" He asked.
They didn't speak any words just looked at the earthen boy.
"If you must kill strangers will you at least tell me why?" He asked. There was no response. He looked between his attackers and sighed. He watched as one of them lodged a spear into his forehead.

The white marble floor of the thrown room in the whitecastle had dark red blood spilling from the new royal dynasty.

Evelyn gasped for air clutching her throat. She caught her breath before looking around the carnage. Quentin laid his head on her lap with a quarts dagger embedded in his skull. The blood was fresh and oozing out of his head. She didn't understand, she was killed too but seemed unscathed. Only the blood that soaked her dress. Ingrid and Elliot laid farther from the original circle they were in.
Evelyn brushed a lock of Quentin's hair from his face, she saw blood dripping from his mouth and tears staining his cheeks. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she grasped the handle of the dagger. She looked away as she pulled out the dagger. The second the dagger was out Quentin gasped for air.

Evelyn let her breath go as Quentin wildly looked around. His eyes found Evelyn's and he wrapped his arms around her. Evelyn liked being wrapped in his arms. She felt safer there.

"What the hell happened?" He asked letting go, he swallowed. "It definitely happened right?"
"Yes, but we have to extract the weapons so they wake up," Evelyn said standing up and walking over to the two other corpses. Quentin looked away as he pulled out the arrow Ingrid. Elliot's wound was by far the most gruesome. Evelyn took a deep breath and pulled out the spear.
She heard the familiar gasp from Ingrid and her wildly gaping at the events prior. Elliot sat up without any noise. His eyes were wide and startled.
"What the hell happened?" He asked standing up and pacing. "This must be a test of some sort," he said.
"A test?" Ingrid asked she rolled her eyes. "We didn't sign up for this bullshit," she grumbled.
"He's right, look we unlocked the next level," Evelyn pointed to the now open valley with a fresh water pond.
"Let's go," Quentin said starting to walk down the stairs to the pond.

Evelyn Ingrid and Elliot followed him down to the pond. When Evelyn looked over she couldn't see Ingrid or Elliot.
Quentin was also looking around to find their other companions.
"This is the second part I think," he said looking around.
"Shit,"