To Hell And Back | Granevere | Edited

Chapter Three

The little boy sits alone in the fountain, facing his back against the Baroque's castle. At last, he got to meet the young Lady Guinevere. He has overheard of the whispers about her being the inescapable little troublemaker of House Baroque. He expected her personality to be rather energetic but it seemed he had met her in her worst.

He shoots a look over the only lit and open window in the east wing of the castle, seeing a small ant-sized silhouette. He can't see her clearly, but he knew she was looking straight back at him.

He had a plan, but it was a risk. He only got here yesterday after being offered a job to work as a servant with the help of the monastery. However, this was temporary and he needed not to have himself fired or else the monastery won't surely be happy to take him back. It was a hell on earth but he rather be in hell than starve to death in the streets.

The boy was an orphan adopted in the Moniyan Empire's Monastery of Light. He had no other place to go. He had been separated from his family at a very young age whether in life or in death.

The scars on his arms were done by whipping. He got them as punishment every time he would disappoint his masters in the monastery. It was abuse, but he had no parents to defend him. He were to follow their rules and remain docile to those masters of his until he was old enough to leave the place.

But for now, he only had two choices: one, he may go back to the kitchen and give whatever help was needed, they may feed him salt and bread; or two, he can go to Guinevere and set him free. The chances were low, but he was bored and determined to see the pretty little lady again.

"Let's make this quick." The little boy said before taking off towards the fields of bushes, heading back inside with stealth.

Back in Guinevere's chambers, the redhead had fallen asleep in the window seat. The two guards outside the hall remained untouched in their statue-like positions on each side of the door. Guests were still downstairs and the party was only getting lively and calming, their mirth would echo throughout the whole keep despite that the walls were built with the strongest of stones in the Empire.

Fortunately for the little servant boy, he was able to sneak his way to Guinevere's room. The last thing to do now is to lose the guards.

"Help! Help!" The boy pleaded as he feel on his knees in front of them. They froze and made a defensive stance, soon becoming at ease seeing he's not a threat. "A guest has been kidnapped and he's taking her for the gardens. Hurry, you better get him now!"

"Aren't there any guards taking the night shift in the gardens?" One of them asked, suspicious.

"The kidnapper is a demon! It's gonna take more men to defeat him!"

"Oh. Well, then!"

The boy chuckled in victory as they ran out of the corridor. But just as he twisted the knob it was locked. "Gwen?" He knocked. "Are you in there? Gwen?"

Guinevere remained peacefully asleep inside.

The boy decided to do his second plan. The other room, a guest room, turned out to be unlocked, much to his luck.

He pushed open the French windows and climbed off the wall, clinging from brick to brick in order to get to Guinevere's room's window which was the nearest to him. His arm slips off a slab, making him hang to his death. "Ack! Gwen! Are you in there?" He began banging on her glass windows, his hand close to slipping. "Gwen!"

Guinevere jolted upwards from her sleep, having heard of someone calling her. She turned towards the window and her heart stopped.

"Gwen!" Gusion shrieked.

She scurried to her window and jumped at the sight of Gusion hanging outside. She pushed the windows open and grabbed his wrists. "I got you, I got you!" The redhead gritted her teeth, yanking him inside.

The two of them fell on the frigid floor, both panting for breath. Guinevere was the first to return to her footing. "Gusion! Why are you here? My parents will kill me if they knew a boy was in my room!"

The boy felt uncomfortable being called a name that wasn't his. But she shouldn't know his real name or his true self. She might hate him for being just a servant.

"The door was locked. I needed to find another way to get in..."

"So you climbed to my window? You could've died and fell to your death, you fool." She hissed.

He smiled. "Thank the Gods you saved me, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." She smiled back. Guinevere crossed her arms, feeling butterflies in her stomach. He was comelier than any boy who was not her beautiful older brother she's met so far. "My mother has told me I'll be going to the same magic school you'll be going as well, Gusion. To be honest, I can't wait, and I hope we'll be good friends there."

"Really? Well, what school is it?"

"The Magic Academy."

The Magic Academy. It was one of the best magic schools in the Land of Dawn. Being able to go there can only be achieved in dreams for the likes of him, let alone being able to study there.

"If you came here to play, there's really nothing to do here except for playing dress-up and playing the new dollhouse I haven't played yet."

"How about we go make some trouble?"

Guinevere was unaware of the excited expression she was wearing as she thought about her mother having to have done it with her. She can have some toruble. She is leaving this hellhole the week after.

"Let's go then!"

Guinevere slowly opened the door, eyes roaming on about for the guards. The coast was clear, so the impish two set off running, laughing.

"Gusion, what are we going to do now?" The redhead asked with a mouth full of panting when they arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

"We should give the horses in the stable their freedom!" The boy sarcastically said.

The stable was separated from the main building. It was located at the other side of the gardens, where there were guards. But it seemed it was no hassle for the two since they got there no less than a minute running. Now lurking behind tall piles of hay, Guinevere and her friend smiled as the only guard inside the barn turned out to be sleeping. The boy grabbed the key hanging on the armored man's belt and casually walked from door to door unlocking them.

Guinevere pushed herself away from the aisle as the horses calmly make their way out of the barn without any master. She watched them go and it put a dumb smile on her face. She can't believe she let the horses go. Her mother is going to be so furious when she finds out, which is just thrilling.

"What next?" She asked, thrilled.

"Want to play Tag?"

"Absolutely!" Slowly inching closer towards the boy, she pushes him off. "Tag, you're It!" She runs away.

"Hey, I wasn't ready!" He argued, but chases her anyways. "You're dead, Gwen!"

"No, you are!" She giggled, dashing across the garden. She was lucky she wasn't wearing twenty pounds of silk anymore or else she wouldn't be able to run in the first place.

"Gwen, wait!" Nearing the castle, she stopped when she heard him shout. The redhead spun around, worried for the boy, only to be tagged. "You're It now!"

Astonished, her jaw dropped. "Best you run fast then!"