Forge looked at the dead prince. He opened the man's mouth and
nearly gagged as the smell of burnt flesh hit his nose. He had been
wrong. It wasn't poison. It was acid. He looked back at the spill.
It had already started biting through the floor. "This is JF to
base, get all files on this guy. Enemies, friends, relatives, dang
it, I wanna now everything down to what he had for breakfast this
morning."
"You got it Forge. It'll be on your laptop when you get to base."
The radio operator replied.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Auraora walked down the halls eating the sandwitch before passing
by the entrance to the party room and dropped the bag full of glass
shards and a loud noise could be heard.
The two heard a loud noise and rushed towards the princess. "Are
you alright milady?" Le said, worried for the future queen. "If
someone tried to hurt you, i'll explode them..." Flandre mutters.
Ivy blinks as she hears her radio go on. "Ivy? Come in!" She blinks
"Yes?"
"We need you at the castle."
"What's the emergency?" She asked
"The prince has been killed. We need to see you now."
Her eyes widen. "I'm coming now."
She runs straight to the castle, and stops, panting softly.
"I hope not as well." She smirks a little. "I'm not in the mood for
getting assassinated today." She blinks hesitantly. "Well, I guess
he or she still would be wandering around."
"It could b-" she cuts off as she sees someone slinking by.
Silently she pokes Aura and points at the person, who has a knife
in one hand, and a green jar in the other.