The Princess Quest

Chapter 6: New Beginnings

Sorry, I haven't updated when I said I would, my schedule has been CRAZY. Anyway, enjoy the story!

Thinking. Roya was thinking. She was sitting in a carved, wooden chair while Calypso brushed out her hair. She had changed into new clothes. Lyrian clothes, which Roya thought was odd, and she asked Calypso how she had gotten them. Calypso had replied "don't ask."

"So," Calypso said. "How's this?" 

She handed Roya a small, broken mirror. Roya looked at her apparent new hairstyle. Calypso had put part of her hair in a side braid, and pulled it up into a bun. Roya loved it.

"It's beautiful," she said. 

"Great. Now let's return to the important problem. The insane, talking tornado, that just sealed our fate."

Roya had thought about this, and decided that if they didn't want to die tomorrow, they would probably have to save the world. But they couldn't do it alone. 

A flood of supressed emotions suddenly flooded over her, emotions that had been hidden away by adrenaline and excitement. She felt exhausted, and hungry, and scared.

"We have to do this," she said. "But not right now. Right now I need food, and a nap."

"What kinds of food do you guys eat?" asked Calypso.

"Well," Roya said, "Mostly fish, and lots of fruits and vegetables. What do you guys eat?"

"Same, mostly fish," said Calypso. Roya made a face. "It's not considered cannabalism," said Calypso. "Although we do have a great respect for fish. We thank the fish every time we take it's life. When I said fish, I meant big fish, like whales"

"Whales are not fish," said Roya.

Calypso sighed. "Whatever. The point is, I don't have fish. Which means we're going to have to go back to the river, and catch some. It should have calmed down by now."

Soon, they were at the river. Roya watched Calypso swim around, trying to catch fish, as she picked blueberries from a bush by the shore. She looked around. She never really had time to take in the beauty of the wilderness around her, but now as she gazed at it, she felt a stange feeling of peace and calm.

That feeling went away in an instant, when Roya heard a twig snap in the woods. She froze. Calypso was swimming back up unto the shore with three fish in her hand. Suddenly, she launched up, out of the river, landed on the ground, her tail transforming back into legs as she sailed through the air. She landed with a thud. She looked back at the river indignatly.

"Now is that anyway to treat a guest?" she asked the river.

Roya, too afraid to acknowledge the fact the Calypso was talking to a river, and the river seemed to be understanding, grabbed Calypso and covered her mouth. Calypso let out a muffled, "what?"

Roya put a finger to her lips, let go of her mouth, and silently pointed to the woods. The snapping sounds grew louder, and Roya drew her dagger. 

Bursting through the bush, was not a beast, but a boy. A Lyrian servant boy, dressed in torn rags and no shoes. He looked up and saw Roya. "You're-

"Yeah, she's the princess we know," said Calypso. She grabbed the boy, and began to drag him back to the cottage, the boy still looking at Roya in astonished wonder. Roya sighed, and made to follow them. Her life was getting crazier by the hour.