Medieval Times

A/N: Ok, here's the next chapter to the story....now, on to it!!

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Chapter 4: Magic and stuff

"Brock?"

"Melodine?" She nodded. "Oh Melody, I'm so glad you're here." He said while he hugged her, happy that someone was with him. Anyhow, he knew she wasn't supposed to be there with him, so he grew preocuppied for his little friend. On how she decided to come inside the castle endagering her life."You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous." He said, his tone more serious this time.

"Dangerous? For me? Do you know who you're talking to?" Melody asked.

Brock just sighed. ‘Not this again!'

"I'm a sorceress aprentice. I'm going to be the best one ever. I know how to take care of myself, so why the worries? Don't you see I'm invencible" She gloated, puffing out her chest making emphasis of her status.

"Then, oh mighty sorceress, can you tell why you're here, in a dungeon, stuck with me?!" Brock retorted.

"Oh that. Well, you see, the best way I could figure out to get inside was like this. Getting caught."

Brock rolled his eyes. "And tell me, how is that going to help us get out?"

"Just wait and see." She said, gaining a curious look from her cell partner.

Melody got up too and walked to the cell door. Taking brief glance of the guard at the end of the hall, that, from her point of view, looked peacefully asleep. She took out from the bag hanging from her neck some powder and gently placed it on the cell door base. She rub the powder with her finger marking an x on it.

Brock was a little confused by whatever Melody was doing. He knew she had some knowledge in witchcraft, she was an aprentice after all, but he was not used to it. The times he had seen her do it, were not many, but what he saw in those ocasions were the most amazing things he'd ever seen. He expected nothing less from this one.

"Stand a side Brock. If you're close it might hurt you" Melody said backing out herself.

Brock did as told and backed away from the cell bars, well, as far as the little room could let him. He did not want to be injured or anything.

Melody directed the palms of both her hands towards the grey powder on the floor. As she did so, a blue glowing light encircled her hands. The mark she did before started glowing blue too. Suddenly, a ray of blue crossed from Melody's palms to the x like a bridge of light. Soon, the powder began to turn a bright red and heat emanated from it.

Brock looked intendly to the amazing display of colors. He, then, saw that the once powder was turning into some slicky red thing. To Brock was like watching lava emanating from the floor, or something close to that, a small volcano perhaps. He was abruptly disturbed from his thoughts by a stench. He looked towards the cell door and saw it all covered by the red thing. Somehow, that red "slug" got around the bars and now was desintegrating it, adding to it a terrible odor.

"The smell is for a short a time. It'll go away soon." Melody informed him, her face serious and concentrated on her task, her palms never leaving their positon. The blue bridge was already gone.

He saw how the door was disappearing, the thing around it was too, leaving along with it's prey. Melody was right, there wasn't smell anymore.

Soon, the whole structure was gone. Leaving them the oportunity to escape, rescue their friend and leave the castle. Sounds easy, but they knew better, at least Brock did, he didn't know what Melody was thinking, but he hope she thought the contrary, that way one of them will be positive about the whole tribulation.

Melody smiled at Brock. "See, I told you not to worry."

Brock smiled back at her. "Ok, thanks for rescueing me."

"You can thank when we get out of here, for now we have to find that cute friend of ours."

"Cute? Oh Ash, right. That little prince you fancy." He mocked her, making kissing sounds.

Melody pinched his ribs as to stop him from doing those idiotic sounds, she didn't like to be mockered. "I don't like him anymore that way Brock. His my friend, that's all. I realize ages ago that our situation wasn't working."

"You mean he rejected you." He said coolly. Melody pinched him again. "Oww, hey!"

"Don't said those things Brock, you might end up hurt." She said through gritted teeth.

"Ok,ok, I get." Brock said defensly waving his hands.

"Good. Now lets go, there's not much time." Melody said and grabbed him pulling him out of the cell to go and rescue prince Ashten, from whichever cell he was.

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Alstor paced enraged from side to side. His face showed nothing but anger. He reached that point when he knew of a little girl wondering around the castle, she had been found yes, but still, she got in! How could she get inside a place which was extremly dangerous, covered in guards? He sure was surrounded by morons! Something else was making him wonder, the most import of all. Why was she not under the spell? What went wrong there? She was supposed to be a living corpse, along with the other villagers. Then why was she not one?!

He stepped down from his throne square and walk up to the chair placed in the middle of the room. He looked down at the little prey sitting on it. This was also a motive of celebration to him. Someone else got inside his castle. Someone strange, he thought while he encircled the girl, who was looking to the floor, to afraid of making eye contact with the evil creature.

After he knew the news of the other girl inside his castle, he got so mad he had to take a walk to calm himself and think about the situation. While he was on his meditation, he saw her. At first, he thought she was the one his guards talked about him before, but her clothing was so strange he thought otherwise, so he captured her. He made his subjects place her on a chair with iron anklets preventing her escape.

Now, here he was, with a 12 year old, or so he thought, infront of him. He thought she might be dangerous for his ruling and could ruin his plan of taking the whole world in his hands. After all, that appereance of her didn't gave any good intetions, he hadn't seen nobody dress like that, ever. So he'll take her into custudy and try to get as many information he might get from her and her similars, if there were any.

"What's your name girl?" He said harshly.

"M-Misty, sir." She said, fear evident in her voice.

"So Misty, huh?" He said to himself. "Quite an amusing name, if you ask me."

‘I'm not asking you!' She was going to say to him, but thought that freeing her anger wouldn't be wise now. She place her hand on her right pocket and found the silver key Shawna gave her. She quickly hid it from Alstor's view, in any case, this key will be her only way to the dungeons, she had to keep it. At any costs!

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A/N: Ok, hey! Next part will be a bit long, so that's it. And, oh yeah, I'm searching for a beta-reader, so please, if anyone is interested send me an e-mail with the names to stories you've beta-ed, so I can see. So, well that's it.

Until next time

Bye

Susie

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