His handsomely rugged smile was pulled back in a sneer. Then his eyes brightened, and he smiled. "Celeste! And, you're definitely wondering how I'm king. Long, long story." He said happily. I couldn't resist smiling. "I have a lot of time on my hands." I replied. Robin thought. "Well, it all started with dad. You've most likely heard of him. His name was Hook. Captain Hook." He said with a slight dismount of shame. I burst out laughing. "C-Captain Hook? Oh, you're so kidding." The look on Robin's face said he wasn't kidding. Then Robin darkened. "Oh. Yes. Do you--- do you... know Dusk Hood?" I stuttered a few moments. "How-- how couldn't I? The outlaw daughter of beautiful Queen Cap?" I asked. Robin nodded. "You know what else? Word says it- my kingdom's guards, of course -that she is now married to Jason... Jason Black!" He almost shouted. I gasped and stumbled back. "No! The Evil Queen's son? Never. I knew her... she... she would never do that." I stammered. "Oh, really? Yes, why I really brought you here." He held out his palm. A glass box hovered above it. Inside seemed to be a mini rainbow. "Uh, no offense, what the ravens is this for?" He grinned. "Rainbow-in-a-box. You'll need it, the prophecy states." He said. I was confused. "Prophecy?" He looked flabbergasted. "I'm flabbergasted! You don't know the prophecy? Whoa. Here it is." He started speaking.
The Princess fair, sister of the heir,
she is the warrior, power high as
the air.
She will find the wolf king. She will
determine thee fate by power of
thee ring. With faith of her people,
with the love of the loved ones,
they shall travel to the steeple.
To get there? Simplicity.
The bridge of kaleidoscopes.
She will be victim of duplicity.
"Cool, right?" Robin stated quickly. I thought about it. "Eh, more or less." I said a few seconds later. "But, what is the rainbow for, again?" I asked. Robin rolled his eyes. "Dur! Bridge of kaleidoscopes. A kaleidoscope is like, one billion colors. RAINBOW? COLOR?" He said with extra emphasis. I nodded. "Mm, so I found the wolf king, you, uh, no ring--" Robin put up his hand. On it was a glittering ring on each finger except one. "One of them has the power of a person's fate. It doesn't matter which one you choose, it's going to have to be the right one." I wanted to pick, but was confused. "What happened to that ring?" I asked confusedly. "Which one-- oh. Dusk, oddly, she came here and took one! It was so weird. She just came... and saw the gems on my fingers, snatched my gold band with an emerald- and left. Whatever. Pick one." I darted out, and I grabbed a copper one with a diamond. I slipped it onto my finger. I waved. "Bye!" He caught my shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm coming." I laughed. "Uhhhh, no. I'm the warrior, not thee." He laughed back. "THEY shall travel to the steeple. Not SHE shall travel to the steeple! I'm coming." I nodded. "Oh, yes. I forgot. And, do you have a spare parchment with the prophecy? And a pencil?" He raised his eyebrows. "Duh. 'Course." He gave me them, and I crossed out 'The Princess fair, sister of the heir.' Robin stared. "What are you doing- oh, yeah. Go on." I crossed out 'She will find the wolf king', and 'She will determine thee fate by power of thee ring'. Lastly, I crossed out 'To get there? Simplicity. The bridge of kaleidoscopes.' "That's all I, I mean, we've completed." We walked to the back of the palace. Robin stood up, then stopped. He turned back into a wolf. I walked with him.
We ran into a guard while we were on the second floor. "Master Darke? Why is thee princess walking among the wolves?" He snarled in return, "Lezztyan, [Pronounced; Leese-tea-on.] go and fetch two of my Rvanesses." [Pronounced; Rave-nah-sees.] I was confused, and Robin saw it. "That's... um, you'll see."
The Rvanesses were beautiful. They looked like winged unicorns, but the wings, instead of angel wings, were long, shiny, raven wings. Their eyes were electric blue, and the coats were silver. The long, flowing tail and majestic mane were both a lovely shade of copper. The horn was transparent diamond, he tip coated in gold. The rein was made of dried pine leaves. I thought it would have been fragile, but when I pulled it, it felt leathery and thick. The saddle was the same material, but had a layer of heavy-looking metal. I looked at it. It seemed quite uncomfortable. The soldier threw it to me, and I braced myself for the clanging of metal. But what landed on me felt like silk. I picked it up. Lighter than a feather.
I got on the Rvaness and flew through the hole in the roof, obviously meant for the Rvanesses.
After I few hours, I got tired. I steered the rein to the ground and put my head in the silky mane.
"Oh, how lovely. She's absoulutely beautiful. She must be the second heir." I hear a beautiful, and calming voice. I immediately woke up. I turned and saw a girl with long, long, long, long, long brown hair. She had it in a braid, but it still was long. It went to her ankles, and I had the feeling it would probably go five feet behind her if she had it down. Yet she still seemed to like it, because she had it thrown over her shoulder for all to see. A red highlight was in her hair, and made it look like a red ribbon was strung through the glossy chocolate braid. She had sparkling green-blue eyes and perfect tan skin. A red cloak was over her shoulders, and the hood was up. Her lips were like blood, reddened with lipstick. She wore a red-and-white dress that went to her knees and was tied up with a pearly sash. Her shoes were black flats, with a large, glittering pearl at each big toe. Despite her lovely beauty, she said that I was lovely. That was surprising, given who she was. But did I know her? No, I didn't. I knew her name. That was all. Her personality. The heir to one of the many thrones, and she gave it up. I shouldn't have said it, but I said,
"The thief may be hidden by beauty, but is always a thief. What are you doing here.... Dusk Hood?"
We ran into a guard while we were on the second floor. "Master Darke? Why is thee princess walking among the wolves?" He snarled in return, "Lezztyan, [Pronounced; Leese-tea-on.] go and fetch two of my Rvanesses." [Pronounced; Rave-nah-sees.] I was confused, and Robin saw it. "That's... um, you'll see."
The Rvanesses were beautiful. They looked like winged unicorns, but the wings, instead of angel wings, were long, shiny, raven wings. Their eyes were electric blue, and the coats were silver. The long, flowing tail and majestic mane were both a lovely shade of copper. The horn was transparent diamond, he tip coated in gold. The rein was made of dried pine leaves. I thought it would have been fragile, but when I pulled it, it felt leathery and thick. The saddle was the same material, but had a layer of heavy-looking metal. I looked at it. It seemed quite uncomfortable. The soldier threw it to me, and I braced myself for the clanging of metal. But what landed on me felt like silk. I picked it up. Lighter than a feather.
I got on the Rvaness and flew through the hole in the roof, obviously meant for the Rvanesses.
After I few hours, I got tired. I steered the rein to the ground and put my head in the silky mane.
"Oh, how lovely. She's absoulutely beautiful. She must be the second heir." I hear a beautiful, and calming voice. I immediately woke up. I turned and saw a girl with long, long, long, long, long brown hair. She had it in a braid, but it still was long. It went to her ankles, and I had the feeling it would probably go five feet behind her if she had it down. Yet she still seemed to like it, because she had it thrown over her shoulder for all to see. A red highlight was in her hair, and made it look like a red ribbon was strung through the glossy chocolate braid. She had sparkling green-blue eyes and perfect tan skin. A red cloak was over her shoulders, and the hood was up. Her lips were like blood, reddened with lipstick. She wore a red-and-white dress that went to her knees and was tied up with a pearly sash. Her shoes were black flats, with a large, glittering pearl at each big toe. Despite her lovely beauty, she said that I was lovely. That was surprising, given who she was. But did I know her? No, I didn't. I knew her name. That was all. Her personality. The heir to one of the many thrones, and she gave it up. I shouldn't have said it, but I said,
"The thief may be hidden by beauty, but is always a thief. What are you doing here.... Dusk Hood?"
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