Why You?

Chapter: 13

     I stand outside the Inn, debating on which way I should tackle first. To the left of me people are stopped at little booths for apples, sea food, and peanuts. To the right doesn't have a lot of anything going on. Just a few people walking towards the booths or away.

     If I were a pirate, I would go the way where there is not a lot of people.  So to the right it is. I start walking down the the street, examining the stores, deciding if a pirate would have any business there or not. He would most certainly not go in the children's play store, nor a lady's dressing shop.

     I walk father down the cobble and stone walk way. I finally see a pub. A pirate would for sure go there. I hastily make my way to the pub doorway. I clumsily try to open the door, but the weight of the door surprises me and my arm flings back without the door as I stumble. I look around to make sure nobody saw that. Some lady is walking down the street, and I can hear her chuckling, glancing back at me. Ugh, how embarrassing.

     I march back up to the door, and this time I get a firm grip on the handle to open it. I'm thankfully successful this time and make my way in. Inside the pub is loud. Many men are sitting all around the wooden tables with big glasses of liquor. Most of them are big and buff with beards. They all try to talk over each other, patting each other harshly on the back, probably from a joke they think is funny. It's hard to try an ignore the liquor and musty spell, making me want to gag.

     I walk over to the lady at the counter. She looks older, but not elderly. She wears an all black dress with her black hair pinned in a bun. Her catlike green eyes scan me up and down.

     "What can I get for ya," the lady asks.

     "Well, I was actually hoping you could tell me if this man has been here at all," I hopefully show her the photo.

She gives me a nasty look, and roles her eyes. Certainly not good in the customer service department now are we.

"We don't give you that type of information," she explains in a snobby tone. "If you want information go ask that crazy witch lady in the corner."

I look to where she nods to, and sure enough and old lady sits in the corner looking over some type of cards. Her gray and white strands of hair lay messily against her back. Almost looks like a rats nest.

I feel unsure to go over there, but this bar tender psycho is not anymore inviting.

"Would you like get a move on? I would like to seat actual customers," she grumbles.

I nod my head at her and snake through the men staring me up and down. I avoid anyone's gaze, and keep my eyes glued on the floor till I reach the corner of the room.

The lady does not look up at me. She's focused on her cards. The one in her hand shows a heart with a dagger stabbed through the middle of it, with blood dripping. I take a big gulp to finally get the courage to say something.

"Sit," she tells me, surprising me before I could even get a word out.

I do as she says and sit across from her. Being more close, I can now see all of the lines and excess fat drooping from her face. Her hands are almost skin and bone. They look like the could break at one touch.

She finally looks up at me and I almost jump out of my seat. Her eyes are completely white, but she doesn't seem to notice my shocked expression. Is she blind?

"Uh-well," I start to stutter, but take a deep breath to compose myself, "I heard you could tell me someone I'm looking for is. Is that true?"

"Maybe. But that's not what you really want," she simply states.

"Excuse me?" I question in disbelief.

"I can sense it," she says, like that's actually going to clear things up for me.

"I'm sorry," I add, "I just don't understand."

"What you really want is to bring back someone you love. I know a way, but it's not easy," she explains.

"H-how did you know," I waver in a shaky voice.

She smirks at me, "A witch never tells her secrets."

"I thought witches are just a myth though..." I trail off.

"Many people have their own beliefs. Now do you want to bring back your mother or not?" She ask straight forward.

It takes my breath a way that she knows it's my mother whom I wish to be with me again. I'm not sure where she got that from, but if there's a way to bring my mother back I have to try.

"Okay, what do I have to do?"

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Feeling shaken from the new found information I was just told, I slowly walk. The coins jiggle in my hands as I try my best not to think about what the witch has told me.

I know for a fact Will plans on leaving me behind tomorrow for the ball. Is his deal just that important to him that he would kill a king though?

That's basically a suicide mission. The ball will be packed with guards. I'll be surprised if they make it out alive. There's got to be some way I can stop him or convince him. Maybe I can prevent the plan from taking place.

The dress shop catches my eye, and it suddenly hits me. What better way to prevent a suicide mission than to tag along? I know I can keep him distracted long enough.

I make my way into the store and a little bell above the door rings. My fingers run across multiple dresses. The fabric of each are different. I'm in particular catches my eyes though. The fabric is almost soothing.

"Can I please try this on?" I ask the worker.

She prepares the dress in a stall and I go in to try it on. The maroon dress hugs tightly around my waist and chest area. Below my waste, it flows down to the floor. I spin in circles, watching the dress flare out. I add classic black heels to go with it.

"I would like to pay for these," I say to the store worker who's standing behind the desk.

I pay for the dress and heels with the coins I stole from Will. This is going to be an adventure.

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