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Demitytes 27

She couldn't tell if she drew back first or Fallon did. All she knew was one moment she was in ectasy. Trapped in a vortex of swirling colours, then she was staring at a breathless Fallon who was looking at her face with his dark intense eyes. He was scanning her face like he had never done before, as if she had suddenly grown a beard or changed in some way.

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He made an odd jerking motion towards her as if he wanted to reach for her again but suddenly stilled.

"At least you are not a complete waste of spaceship fuel." He finally remarked. Kashara's mouth dropped.

"Excuse me!!?!? You..YOU! Irritating! Slimy! Piece of!...Piece of bread!!"

"..Bread?" Fallon made an odd coughing motion that sounded like he was trying to dislodge something from his throat. His eyes crinkled slightly making him look like he was laughing...but Kashara knew that that was between the realms of Narnian and Middle-earth, right next to the realm for the mentally ill where cats became social philanthropists.

"Yes! A moldy piece of bread! I hope you know how rotten you are!!' Kashara retorted, superbly happy she had managed to put a pun in there. Kashara, as you can see, loved the simpler pleasures in life.

Fallon continued to stare at her face, then finally scoffed aristocratically. " A week after this, you'll go on a tour outside the castle. I suspect that will be the perfect opportunity for the rebels to contact you. I want you to work on your magic in case they have other plans then just trying to talk to you. Tomorrow I'll give you back more of your magic."

"Why can't you do it today?" She asked.

"I cannot." He replied brusquely before immediately disappearing in a flash of flames. Either he wanted a quick getaway or was suddenly obsessed with his ability to teleport, because strangely he had always swirled around and exited in the trademark Fallonesque way.

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'UGH! You stupid extraterrestrial...jerk!!!' Kashara exclaimed at the vacant air, thoroughly irritated by his high handed manner.

She went into their room and tumbled on to her bed. Nothing to do again. Seriously. She was nearly tempted to ask Lintenberg for lessons just to quell the boredom. This queen thing was a whole lot of sitting around doing nothing. No wonder princesses always ran away with a rogue.

She heard the faint swishing noise often made when someone walked through one of these glass doors. Great! She was starving! She hoped the maids brought up something edible this time, though ever since the banquet incident with Fallon were she masqueraded as a lady in waiting, the food she got was pretty good and there were quite a few Erthling dishes.

She didn't know how Fallon got hold of their recipes, or even...why...

She sighed. Now she was yet again forced to think of Fallon and his enigmatic ways. There was this insidious voice inside her that spoke clearly that it did not wish to go back. What are you going back to? Stay here. It said. It used to whisper, but now it spoke.

Her stomach gave a timely rumble, distracting her from her perilous line of thought and she turned to look for the serving maid, disgruntled.

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A slim sinewy man stood right in the doorway staring right at her. Even more terrifyingly, his sleeveless shirt revealed a large and elaborate tattoo of a tender lotus stalk crushing a tail of a reptilian creature on his side of his arm. The lotus was in full bloom, turned eerily towards the viewer, like hypnotising carnivorous plant that trapped its prey with it's treacherous sweet scent.

Kasahra stifled a gasp as she fell off the bed in shock. She tried to gather her paltry magic in an attempt to create a ward. This was not supposed to happen! How did they move so fast?! It had been just four days since Fallon posed as Fawier in the Arcarage!

Her magic flickered and stretched out into a weak shield around her. Kashara bit back a gasp of fear as the ward gave away. The man stepped calmly into the room. Kashara threw a pillow near her at him, as a last ditch effort to distract him and get away. What frightened her more was that he didn't even react to her attempt to fight. His indifference was chilling. His eyes held no taunt or apology. No triumph or wariness.

"Do stop fighting. We just want to talk." He said as she tried to crawl under the bed.

Wherever did find such a cliche line from? Who would even listen to someone saying that?

She knew she was in a serious situation right now, but sometimes she cracked herself up. Really? Crawling under the bed? Will he be like, 'oh drat! She is under the bed. I'll have to leave and send a special trained force to destroy all beds before I come back for her!' ?. She tried to stifle her really inappropriate amusement.

"We?! Whom do you mean?" She decided being clueless was the best bet. She doubted Fallon wanted her to tell them she knew all about them. That would seem suspicious.

"Save the act, Princess. Even if you don't know the secret identity of Fawier, we have information that you read specific books in the Arcarage that held information about the rebellion." His eyes flicked over to the nightstand were the Modern History of Demitytes lay innocently.

For a second, Kashara thought he knew that Fallon had pretended to be Fawier in the Arcarage also. Then she realised that they meant Fawier was a rebel spy. She cursed Fallon. 'Damn you, you idiotic...UGH! Thanks for underestimating the rebellion and overestimating yourself! You pig headed idiot!'

The rebel bent down next to her, "I don't want to use force please. We are just looking for information regarding one of our most important leaders."

For the umpteenth time, Kashara cursed Fallon. What was she supposed to tell them? She had no idea what Fallon wanted.

"You expect me to believe that? You broke into the castle, you have overpowered the princess, and you just want to talk?" It felt weird calling herself a princess, when she had been on the streets in rags, just a month or so ago. Yet, it got the point across.

He finally gave an expression, a wry yet calculating smile. "The rebel leaders are undecided as to what to do with you. So for the time being, yes, talk is all we want."

She felt furious at him, the rebels for thinking she was an object they could ' do something' with. As if they could control her! It also didn't escape her that the rebel kept saying 'we'. Either there were more people here,...or she was going somewhere.

She was screwed. Fallon didn't even know she was about to be kidnapped and who knew what other nefarious plans the rebels had if they had her out of the castle. She was also terrified as to how the rebels had sneaked into the castle without Fallon's knowledge. Were they more powerful than she gave them credit for, than Fallon gave credit for?

And how did they know she read those books in the Arcarage? They were underestimated grossly and she feared to think what else they were capable of. It was probably no use resisting now, she highly doubted this man would not be willing to use force to get her out.

"Fine. Lead the way." She got up briskly.

"No please, after you." He gestured gallantly toward the exit with a smart bow. Kashara gave him a glare but went ahead. He wanted to hang back to ensure she didn't make a quick getaway. She had thought of doing that and finding Fallon but it was highly unlikely she would outrun him.

They walked out onto the corridor and he muttered quickly. " Left." She turned and continued walking. She could hear the rolling of the dinner trolley from a distant faintly and it was plausible that this guy hadn't heard it or recognised it yet.

Her magic gathered in her hands and she cast a small muting charm around him as a bubble. If he never heard a trolley and someone were coming, there was a probability she might meet them.

Slowly and slowly she could hear the rattling of cockery getting nearer and nearer. Behind her, the man seemed unaware of it. It was probably very close now. The noise seemed to run parallel along with them, on a parallel corridor. Just a turn between them. She hoped they would meet.

There it was! A bend in the corridor! And the trolley too approaching it from the other side. She could hear it clearly from the bend. She took a swift look at the man, satisfied to see a bored indifferent expression on his face.

The head of the trolley rolled out from the bend and she readied herself for action. A maid emerged soon. Kashara mouthed " HELP!" frantically at her. However, the maid's eyes slid over her without recognition at all. This was weirder because this maid was the one who brought her food often. It was as if she wasn't even standing here. Kashara decided to abandon pretence and exclaimed loudly. "HEY! HELP!". The maid didn't even react at all, and pushed past them with her trolley.

Kashara darted out to grab her but the man was there in a flash, grabbing her hand and pulling her back till the trolley turned another bend. He let her go after that and stepped back. SHe looked at him angry and puzzled in equal parts. He clarified her unasked question.

"Did you think we would kidnap the queen of the kingdom out of the without taking precaution?" When she still gave him a questioning look, he replied, " Invisibility and cloaking. No sight or sound can reach people outside the shield".

They continued swiftly after that and came upon rarely anyone else. It occurred to her that the maid was probably bringing her food and she regretted not leaving a sign of some kind to her kidnapping. She wondered if the pillows on the floor would indicate any kind of struggle or fight but scoffed at herself. The only fight it would indicate is a pillow fight.

They were at this back end of the castle. Probably the place where workers lived. It was pretty rundown and dirty. There were trash and random throwaways lying infrequently and a certain air to it that reminded her acutely of Daravez. There were a lot of people milling about, yet the rebel managed to manoeuvre her around without touching anyone.

They went out through a doorway, and Kashara found herself outdoors. A shady sort of huge floating box was waiting nearby and they walked towards it. It had glowing neon stripes around it in weird patterns. Once they reached it, a panel immediately swung down to the ground, revealing a opening like a doorway. Kashara gingerly stepped on it, finding that it acted like a step and went though the opening.

"So this is the alien?! Weird!?" An overly excited guy leapt up and poked her with the end of his ...,she had read, was a laser gun.

She rubbed a hand over the place and shied away from, fixing him with a piercing glare. The man who had kidnapped her, had gotten up meanwhile, and remarked quietly, "Please cease poking the princess with your fire-arm, Zaceres."

Zaceres looked slightly crestfallen and took a seat. Kashara noticed there were cushioned planks around the walls, and she too sat on it opposite Zaceres. She looked around trying guess what this was, aware the Zaceres was leaning forward scrutinising her curiously. He seemed too young to a rebel fighter, but look who was talking, she was too young to be queen.

The other rebel sat next to her and said, "Do pardon us for the low tech. Teleportation within castle parameters is strictly monitored. And Arcs are kind of in shortage now." She wondered if it something wrong with her life that the guy kidnapping her treated her better than the guy she was marrying. Then again Fallon had kidnapped her too.

She didn't understand what he meant by low tech, but it was revealed when the box started to move. She could feel it, though she couldn't see it. It was a carriage of some sort. It slowed to a stop extremely soon, yet when she got out, the castle wasn't even in sight.

They were in front of this huge red volcano, and red, red soil was all that was in sight. The volcano was angry and dangerous. Lava spewed from it every few seconds and the ground trembled frequently. The land was completely blank yet littered with huge and tiny volcanoes and mountains. They lead her to the foot of the volcano and there was this huge opening to the side that lead to long passage. She noticed the tunnels were natural yet some prats were smooth and straight, as if man made. Sometimes they came upon people or she could hear voices through the wall.

It was a maze of tunnels and she was quite tired of walking already.

Then they finally stopped, before a large stone embedded in the pathway. Zaceres darted forward and pressed his hand to the rock. It swiftly crumbled to dust. They stepped through and when she looked back Zaceres was waving his hand as the dust formed back into stone again. Her mouth dropped. That was really advanced magic.

"It's not your Erthling magic. It's Demitytan. Very simple and innate for those blessed with the powers of the earth." A strong voice called out from the back of the room and Kashara turned to face the voice. The flame candles at the back grew stronger as if someone was manipulating them and the form of a man slowly came into view. The man seemed quite aged, and had harsh lines on his face that were amplified by the flickering lighting.

Oh athena, these rebels sure had a flair for the dramatics. Kidnapping, Secret hideout, Erupting volcanoes, shrouded villains. What next? Time-bombs or something? Yet it was creepy how the man new exactly what she had thought.

" General Klousseau at your service. We believe you know where my dear friend Fawier is?" The man spoke.

"General? Does Fallon know he has a secret General who lives in the volcanoes?" She retorted.

The general's face twisted in distaste and he scoffed. " As if I am to serve under him. The prince couldn't recognise a good military strategy if it danced in front of him in a tea cozy. He doesn't even know the meaning of the word general. "

"Yes obviously, because you are hiding away in an abandoned volcano from a boy whom, you say, knows nothing of warfare."

General Klousseau's face twisted. " No. He knows warfare. That is the problem. He knows it too well. A good strategy is temperance and force in equal measure. Something blood thirsty young boys have yet to learn. When your own soldiers die meaninglessly, what is the point of war? " He spat in contempt.

Kashara could sort of elucidate what he meant. Probably Fallon and his power hungry-ness had caused his own people to rise up against him.

The General seemed to be lost in thoughts for a few moments but turned back to look at her. " You have information we seek. We know you last saw Fawier in the Arcarage four days ago. He has been unavailable for contact after that. What. Happened. to. Him.?" He said harshly.

"How would I know? The last time I saw him was then. He left separately and I left later." She said annoyed and scared.

"We know that you followed him after that. Since then he wasn't seen. Where is he?" He asked again.

Again, Kashara was worried by the breadth of their information. She thought of Fawier, in the prison cell, an arm burnt off. " Listen, I did follow him, but he took too many turns and I lost him."

General Klousseau stared intensely at her. "Do you know the heat of this volcano, Lady Kashara? Do you how hot this room would be in reality? " Kashara shook her head.

"Well, normally, the heat from the volcano, this far inside it, would melt your intestines before your heart stopped beating. It will liquefy your brain before you could register how sweaty it was getting. I can control the heat of this entire volcano full of ferocious, bubbling magma because I have the power of fire in my veins. I'ld advice you to reconsider your answer carefully."

Kashara took a sharp breathe. Shit. He wouldn't even blink before killing her. "I think you know what happened to him." She answered, trying to keep her voice even. In the back of her mind a sarcastic voice was saying, " Aaha, there it is. Death threats. I thought their dramatic factor was getting a bit low"

"I am looking for confirmation."

"You could have rescued him instead of kidnapping me. That is all I will tell you." She stated trying to embolden herself.

"I like to think of this as multi-purposed. And I am not a fool to tell you the reasons to it yet. Take it as a way to introduce myself to you, Princess."

"A very poor introduction." She snapped back, suddenly courageous, feeling the threat to her life was gone.

"Yes. Do pardon our hospitality. We are in times of war after all." He gave her a chilling smile and gestured the rebel who kidnapped her to lead her out.

Kashara didn't know what to think. Why had they even kidnapped her? How did they know so much and even get into the fortified castle? The return journey was plagued with questions and confusion and she was silent , pondering this recent turn of events. She had wanted to ask the Rebel leaders for help in escaping Fallon. However judging by how General Klousseau had received her, she doubted they would.

She decided to let that subject fall. She also needed Fawier's support to persuade the rebellion to help her. Her main mission now would be to secure his escape. That would definitely make rebellion help her back to Erth. It seemed Fawier was a very high ranked rebel so it would add merit to her cause.

Amidst all this, she ignored that persistent voice that was asking that all important question. Why not stay? " This is not my home! I belong in Erth. I must...I must get back. " She told herself singularly.

The sound of the panel falling roused her from her thoughts and she moved to get out. Just then the rebel man, the one who had broke into her room, whose name she did not know, blocked her path with a hand.

"One last thing," He said calmly, " Don't —".

"Speak of this to anyone?" She asked wearily. Dusk had nearly set in and she was faint from hunger too. At least her stomach hadn't growled while she was talking to Klousseau.

" No...Of course not. Please, do tell everyone." He finally gave a faint smirk, "It's not everyday we manage to sneak into the castle right under Fallon's eye and kidnap his most prized possession."

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How did yall like this uber uber freaking long chapter guys? I really liked this part. :)

and also....

WE ARE NO. 36 IN FANTASY. LIKE OMG FREAKINGWHAT.OMGOHMYGOD. I actually had to sit down because my legs were shaking so much when I found out.

I can't even imagine. How. I remember we were once no. 360 in fantasy. How did we jump sooo much!

Thank you so much everybody! It's really all your love that has made us reach this position.

Here is an extra part I really didn't want to put in, because it affected the ending mood. It is a continuation of this chapter but i feel like it doesn't do it merit for the chapter to have comic relief in the end

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Kashara was taken aback. They were the strangest rebels ever.

"Do you think we are such cliche villains. I was going to say, if some other guy tries to kidnap you, don't go all warrior and chuck pillows at him, he might have a feather allergy. You should just press the emergency alarm under the bed." He smirked at that and the box accelerated away before the door even closed.

Dear Artemis... that was the most cliche getaway ever. The strangest rebels with a propensity for melodrama she hadn't thought possible.

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On that note! Thank you so much! Every single one of you who has read this book! I never even imagined in my wildest dreams that I would be on the list for top fantasy books. I'm there on the same list as my favourite author ever - Sir Rob and it means so much to me!! Thank you guys!

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Loki: Whatatat? Why are the rebels so weird?

Tom: They aren't scary at all.

Ink: Well, I suppose you big evil villains aren't scared of anyone. I'm sorry but my rebels aren't going to fill one dimensional villain roles, in fact they probably aren't even the negative charac....OOPs I've said too much. This is why I don't speak to you guys.

Loki: Awwww, Since when? You do a lot of talking in private. *wink wink*

Tom: Why they heck are you winking? Is talking supposed to be an innuendo?

Loki: Ummm,,yeah...Yeah of course!!

Tom: You are so bluffing. I'm not a remarkably intelligent mastermind if I don't even know that.

Loki: Well, seeing as you aren't, you have it wrong.

Tom: Blllluffinggg. What is the innuendo then...?

Loki: Talking...um...

Tom: AHa!

Loki: Talking about dirty stuff!!!!

Ink: (Facepalm) That has to be the worst innuendo I ever heard.

Loki: It just felt like there had to be a wink there.

( collective facepalm)

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