Wishing Well

Chapter II

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"Spread out!!! We need to find her!!! We need to find Princess Emaline!!!" The King yelled. "And where did the King and Prince of Qatish get off to!?"
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Princess Emaline sat up with a jolt and looked around. She realized her hands were tied together behind her back; she was gagged and she had a blindfold on.

"Ah, you're finally awake." A feminine voice said, from what sounded like right in front of her. But when she heard footprints she knew the girl wasn't right in front of her, but instead walking towards her.

A finger with a long, sharp, fingernail touched the bottom of her chin. Emaline flinched at the touch but didn't dare move.

"You know, it really is a shame we had to drag you into this. After all, you had no idea it was happening." She spoke again. Her finger moved, and Emaline felt a tug on the blindfold.

It fell onto Emaline's lap.

She blinked at the blinding light, but her eyes soon came into focus.

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"She's not on castle grounds sir, and the King of Qatish and his son have also disappeared." The knight bowed.

"Then search off grounds, and if you spot the King bring him to me immediately!" The king demanded, slamming his fist into the throne.
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Emaline looked around. She was in a tent; it looked like it was made out of leather. There were a few scattered boxes and a makeshift bed, it only had two blankets and a pillow.
Emaline herself was sitting on a rug. Under it was grass.

The girl that had been talking was the same girl that she had seen last night before getting drugged. The girl had walked over to the bed, and was now sitting down, staring off into space.

Emaline tried to speak, but then remembered the gag.

The girl smiled. "I forgot about that. I was wondering why you weren't yelling your head off." She winked and came over, pulling the gag off. Emaline started to notice more features about this girl. She only had three fingers, which confirmed Emaline's suspicion that two of Reynor's fingers had been false. The girl had two bright white fangs along with the rest of her teeth, and one long strand of her hair was red instead of black like the rest of the hair. She had red scales covering the right side of her face, and the left side of her face was dark grey. Emaline observed that the girl still hadn't changed from the clothing she had been wearing the evening before.

Emaline didn't speak. She didn't want to give the girl the pleasure of knowing that she had made her mad, or disturbed. Instead, she acted calm, as the girl sat down and started a fire in between them, snapping her fingers to light a spark.
The girl then filled a small pot with green liquid and held it over the small fire with her finger. She put the other hand under her chin like she was bored.

"You know, at this point I thought that maybe you would have at least been done complaining about your life or whatever." The girl murmured.

Emaline raised an eyebrow. "Then I guess you don't know me that well. I know that everything I say from here on out will most likely be used against me and my family and perhaps, my kingdom."

"Huh. Well, I can tell you that's not what we do here." She said, moving her finger in a circle motion to mix  whatever concoction she was creating, but even though she wasn't touching it, it still stirred. Whatever she was making, had begun to smell like Emaline's brother, or in other words, like horse dung.

"Then what do you do here?" Emaline asked.

"We just live our life. In peace, now that the war is over."