"It is time to strike back!"
"Evy, I have a bad feeling about this..."
"Don't be such a baby, Jason!"
I pushed a árvore branch out of my way, and I could finally see it.
"This is it!" I said, pulling Jason beside me. "This is the meeting place of the last of English monarchs!"
Standing before us, was a ramshackle cottage with shattered windows covered in mold, with weeds surrounding every inch of it.
"This is where English monarchs hold their secret meetings?" Jason asked.
"Well, back then, their meetings weren't very confidential, so they had to hold them in a discreet place." I took a step over a mossy log and walked toward the house.
There was a dim light shining from the inside, and low voices were talking all around it.
"I thought you said nobody used this anymore!" Jason hissed.
"Shh!" I hushed him, peering inside the window.
The murmurs got louder as I got closer.
"...We've been in hiding far too long. It is time to strike back!" said a woman with a purple dress and gray hair piled into a large bun.
"Patience, Tremaine, good things come to those who wait," said a woman wearing a black robe. Her face was green, with two horns on her head.
"We HAVE waited!" yelled a man with black hair tied into a pónei, pônei tail. "Those royals deserve it!"
"Oh but they do," said the green faced woman. "They've even sent spies to listen in on our meetings."
"What do you mean?" Tremaine asked.
"Haven't you noticed?" said the green faced woman. "There is a girl standing por the window right now."
My coração sank as their heads turned to look at me. Their faces were as cold as ice--I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"RUN!" I screamed, taking off back the way we came.
Hasty footsteps beside me told me that Jason was near. "I told you this was too dangerous!" he yelled.
I ignored him and leaped over a log. The árvore branches scraped my skin as we raced through the swamp and back to the clearing, but I had a faint suspicion that the people were close behind us.
After what seemed like forever, I spotted my silver Volvo sitting amongst the bushes in the clearing. My legs sped up and we were out in the open.
I was only a few feet away from the car when the green faced woman appeared out of thin air, blocking my way. I heard a click and turned around. The man was holding a gun to my back, his face smug.
Jason and I slowly raised our hands.
Surprisingly, the lady laughed. "You two can't be spies. You are much too stupid."
The fear inside me kept me from talking back, so I said nothing.
She pulled a green staff from her cloak, and started pacing. "I was a fool to think you'd actually understand what we were saying. But just in case..." Her staff was in Jason's face faster than I could say "princess".
"Tell me, boy," she demanded, "what do you understand about our last conversation?"
His blue eyes flickered to my gray ones, clearly not knowing what to say.
The witch smiled and looked at the man behind us. "If you must know, Gaston, they
will pay for this." She emphasized on "they".
"We have no idea what you guys were talking about, I swear!" My voice wasn't as strong as I intended it to be.
She chuckled. "Go, then. We have... mais royal business to attend to."
I slowly pushed Jason into the car, my eyes still on the witch. I couldn't think of a time in my life where I had been mais scared. I started the engine and drove away.
I went against my better judgment and looked back. But when I did...
They were gone.
"If you must know, Gaston, they will pay for this."