ball of fire at Azmavet h’s head .
Azmaveth ducked and missed it.
“This is stupid,” Azmaveth decided. “I’m just going to ki ll him now and get it over with,” h e said as he flexed his paw and eyed his silver claws.
“No!” I shouted startling Azmaveth. The prince took advantage of the moment and tried to stab Azmaveth in the paw with his sword. Instead his sword sparked and made an interesting and promising cracking noise.
“Why not?” Azmaveth whined when the sparks subsided .
“I don’t want any blood spilled,” I darkly warned him as he reached out and snagged the prince in one giant paw.
“Fine. Have it your way, fine. I’ll go dump him in a lake then. It will take me a while . The nearest lake is a good half an hour away,” h e added, sounding disgruntled and perhaps the tiniest bit disappointed. “Good bye my sweet princess! I’ll be back!” He dramatically gushed before flouncing o ff, taking to the sky with the prince and the p rince’s horse trapped in his claws.
I shook my head and went back into the den, confident that Azm aveth would return by morning. I was wrong.
I woke up the next day and h appily skipped into the kitchen. I hurried into the main hallway, scuttling to Azmaveth’s room. Without ceremony I flung the giant door open, frowned at the disgusting piggy mess, and set my sights on his bed. His empty bed. I scowled and ran to the lab, the lib rary, his washroom, and lastly I returned to the kitchen. Azmaveth was n owhere to be found.
I considered the problem at hand for several moments before brushing it off. He probably st opped to visit Rose or Shammah. Azmaveth was always doing things like that. One time he told me he was going to get the mail and he didn’t return until the following morning because he had seen Shammah, and then a met wizard who showed him a rabid unicorn, and together the three of them ran into a griffon who wanted so desperately to serve them tea …his story went on, and on, and ON! In fact the only way to shut him up was to assure him that all was forgiven and most certainly forgotten.
Knowing this I was not worried about Azmaveth , nor did I wonder about his whereabouts. Instead I rolled up my sleeves and worked in the kitchen.
I cleaned cupboards (T hat were roughly the si ze of my bedroom.) for nearly the entire morning and afternoon. There was still no sign of Azmaveth. I shrugged it off and went out to get the mail…again .
I t was dusk by the time I walked all the way back down our driveway after retrieving the mail. To my surprise there was a dark shape waiting by the doorway.
“Excuse me, can I help you?” I politely asked. The giant torches on either side of the door sputtered to life, and I gasped. It was the glacier prince.
“I sa id I’d take you, and I will!” he vowed, his eyes gleaming.
You gotta hand it to that boy, he perseveres. I, however, didn’t like look in his eyes. He stepped closer to me and I backed up, feeling the insides of my pockets for my dagger or flute. I found neither and cursed myself, making a silent promise that if I got through this I would be sure to carry them with me everywhere.
“W hat about killing Azmaveth?” I weakly reminded him, hoping to sidetrack him.
“Considering I obviously beat him ba ck here, I’ll say that counts. Besi des, I don’t have time to waste,” he scoffed as he jumped at me. I leapt backwards, out of his rea ch and glanced around the driveway . He was blocking the path between me and the cave, and as far as I knew the nearest neig hbor was about two miles away. Bottom line? I was in deep trouble.
Once more he lunged for me and I leaped backwards again , trying to stay over an arms length
Azmaveth ducked and missed it.
“This is stupid,” Azmaveth decided. “I’m just going to ki ll him now and get it over with,” h e said as he flexed his paw and eyed his silver claws.
“No!” I shouted startling Azmaveth. The prince took advantage of the moment and tried to stab Azmaveth in the paw with his sword. Instead his sword sparked and made an interesting and promising cracking noise.
“Why not?” Azmaveth whined when the sparks subsided .
“I don’t want any blood spilled,” I darkly warned him as he reached out and snagged the prince in one giant paw.
“Fine. Have it your way, fine. I’ll go dump him in a lake then. It will take me a while . The nearest lake is a good half an hour away,” h e added, sounding disgruntled and perhaps the tiniest bit disappointed. “Good bye my sweet princess! I’ll be back!” He dramatically gushed before flouncing o ff, taking to the sky with the prince and the p rince’s horse trapped in his claws.
I shook my head and went back into the den, confident that Azm aveth would return by morning. I was wrong.
I woke up the next day and h appily skipped into the kitchen. I hurried into the main hallway, scuttling to Azmaveth’s room. Without ceremony I flung the giant door open, frowned at the disgusting piggy mess, and set my sights on his bed. His empty bed. I scowled and ran to the lab, the lib rary, his washroom, and lastly I returned to the kitchen. Azmaveth was n owhere to be found.
I considered the problem at hand for several moments before brushing it off. He probably st opped to visit Rose or Shammah. Azmaveth was always doing things like that. One time he told me he was going to get the mail and he didn’t return until the following morning because he had seen Shammah, and then a met wizard who showed him a rabid unicorn, and together the three of them ran into a griffon who wanted so desperately to serve them tea …his story went on, and on, and ON! In fact the only way to shut him up was to assure him that all was forgiven and most certainly forgotten.
Knowing this I was not worried about Azmaveth , nor did I wonder about his whereabouts. Instead I rolled up my sleeves and worked in the kitchen.
I cleaned cupboards (T hat were roughly the si ze of my bedroom.) for nearly the entire morning and afternoon. There was still no sign of Azmaveth. I shrugged it off and went out to get the mail…again .
I t was dusk by the time I walked all the way back down our driveway after retrieving the mail. To my surprise there was a dark shape waiting by the doorway.
“Excuse me, can I help you?” I politely asked. The giant torches on either side of the door sputtered to life, and I gasped. It was the glacier prince.
“I sa id I’d take you, and I will!” he vowed, his eyes gleaming.
You gotta hand it to that boy, he perseveres. I, however, didn’t like look in his eyes. He stepped closer to me and I backed up, feeling the insides of my pockets for my dagger or flute. I found neither and cursed myself, making a silent promise that if I got through this I would be sure to carry them with me everywhere.
“W hat about killing Azmaveth?” I weakly reminded him, hoping to sidetrack him.
“Considering I obviously beat him ba ck here, I’ll say that counts. Besi des, I don’t have time to waste,” he scoffed as he jumped at me. I leapt backwards, out of his rea ch and glanced around the driveway . He was blocking the path between me and the cave, and as far as I knew the nearest neig hbor was about two miles away. Bottom line? I was in deep trouble.
Once more he lunged for me and I leaped backwards again , trying to stay over an arms length
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