* * * * *
"Ugh, quite frankly, I'm a little disappointed. I think you should have
been more specific Wilhelm." Jacob commented.
Wilhelm shrugged, "It's not my fault. At least the story is finally starting
again. I'd almost forgotten about it."
Jacob stalked around the room, annoyed. "What about our guest? We didn't
see that coming either..."
"you're right... this is getting a little troublesome..."
"But..." Jacob started, "It makes for a very interesting story..."
* * * * *
Ethan sat in the lonely graveyard. He pulled his knees tightly to his chest
and bowed his head as tears fell down his face in a rush. He hadn't been able
to stop it. He hadn't been able to do a thing... And now it was all gone. He'd
never get to see his mother's angry face as she scolded him for being late,
or his little sister tugging at his pant leg to come play tea parties with her...
It was like there was a huge gaping wound, he felt so empty.
The last thing he'd remembered was falling just a few feet short of Briar Rose.
She was there before him as he fell, as he began his hundred year slumber. And
the first thing he saw as he awoke was that @#$% prince leaning over her, waking
her with his magical kiss. He couldn't take it. He'd run from the tower, run
from the castle and all it's inhabitants as they slowly awoke. They hadn't even
noticed the one peasant boy leaving the gates in a hurry.
He already knew it was too late, he already knew, but his heart was cruel enough
to leave him hope. There was a small graveyard near the edge of town. He'd run
until he was out of breath and finally collapsed. He checked the stones nervously,
afraid of what they might say. His heart sank as he found the names. Alex Fawks
and his wife Katie. Thomas and Rachelle Fawks. Luke Fawks. Andrew Fawks. Nelson
Lunceford and his lovely wife Lucinda... They were all here. He'd missed it
all. He felt cold all over, but nothing would warm him. He didn't know how long
he'd been sitting here, but he didn't care. What did he have left? His friends,
his family, they were all gone... At least Chris had made it out in time, hadn't
he? Ethan was sure he must've gone on to become a great musician or... Ethan
stopped. It hurt too much to think of it. He was a stranger in this world. This
awful world where no one wanted him and no one cared. He just sat in the empty
cemetary and cried. He didn't know what else he could do.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and wanted to yell and scream at the person to
leave him alone, but he just didn't have the strength.
"Ethan..." it was familiar, and he feared he might be dreaming. He
opened his red, puffy eyes to see a face that he actually knew. It was enough
to make him smile in relief.
"Chris... Topher... you're still here... you..." he turned away, "I'm
so sorry... your family and..."
Chris held back his own tears and for a while the two boys just sat, staring
into space and trying to find the courage to face the unknown future that lay
before them.
The sun was beginning to set as they heard another set of footsteps approach.
The footsteps paused a moment, then walked onward, coming closer.
"Ethan?" came a voice that was only a whisper. "Christopher?"
the voice was filled with relief, "Thank whatever God may be watching over
us. I've been looking everywhere..."
Ethan looked up at her with a stony gaze. His eyes were empty and cold. "Hello
Briar Rose."
Briar Rose looked like she would start crying at any moment, "I'm so sorry
Ethan... Chris... How did this happen? How could it..." she started before
shaking her head. "Please... come back to the castle. Stay with me for
a while... You've..." she paused, "You've no where else to go..."
Ethan shook his head, "I won't go back there..." his voice was firm
now, resolved.
"But..."
He stood slowly, "This has to stop..."
Briar Rose looked confused, "What are you talking about Ethan?"
"This fairytale nonsense!" he shouted without trying to. "They're
playing Gods, thinking they can control our lives, but I won't have it anymore!
I won't!..."
Christopher shook his shoulders, "Ethan, you're not well. You're not making
sense. I'm really upset about this too, but..."
Ethan pushed away and shook his head, "No. It makes perfect sense. I knew
this was going to happen. Every last bit of it. But I thought I could stop
it... I thought maybe I could make a difference, but those book writing, artless,
fat kidneyed, miscreants saw to that, didn't they..."
"Slow down Ethan. What do you mean?"
"I MEAN that someone knew this was going to happen because they PLANNED
it. Ardeneaux told me about a magical book that..."
Briar Rose gasped, "The book?! I've heard of it! You don't think that..."
"Yes. Yours was one of the many stories they've written. Their magical
book will turn anything they write in it into facts, and those sick villians
decided to use it to write stories and play the scriptwriters for other people's
lives..."
Christopher shook his head, "That can't be real..."
Ethan looked grimly at the hallowed ground, "Look around you Christopher...
This IS reality."
Christopher was speechless. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes.
Ethan put a hand to his tired head.
Briar Rose looked forward with determination, "so..." she began, "how
do we stop them?"