Chapter Fifteen: The Exit Part TwoMature

      My eyes, which were once a dark brown, were now a youthful and beautiful green colour.  I relished in the thought of having such a beautiful eye colour, but then I saw it… the black strands upon my head.  I fisted some of my hair as I gasped in terror at the colour.  I wanted to scream,

      “Parauvin!  My hair- it’s black!”  I exclaimed as I held within my hand.  He shrugged matter-of-factly.

      “Alas, it is black, but it’s not blue.”  He said, going over to his things to pack them up.  I scoffed at his nonchalant remark.

      “What do you mean, ‘alas, it’s black’?!  Do you see how old I look?  Oh Piem, I look like an old maid that has just received her third marriage rejection!  I can’t walk around like this!  Fix it, Parauvin!”  I wailed at him.  He didn’t even respond, he just went back to what he was doing.  Andrias, on the other hand, was chuckling away (as if I had no feelings, of course) on the couch.

      “And just what do you think you’re cackling about?” I asked him.  He laughed some more.

      “Oh it’s nothing, hah,” he said trying to stop his laughter, “it’s just funny how you’re making such a big fuss out of this, and quite frankly there isn’t anything wrong.  You don’t have blue hair, and you don’t look like an old maid, so I honestly think it’s sad yet funny how we’re wasting time when we could be getting our boat back right now.  Listen if I were you I’d be thankful that people are taking extra measures to make sure that I wasn’t going back to a loser of a fiancé.  Now, let’s just try to get out of here as quickly as possible, so stop whining and go pack up your things.  See you in ten.”  He hopped up from the couch and began to gather what little he had as well.  Aggravated about losing the argument, I sighed heavily and stomped back to my room with my dirty clothes to pack up.  Darn it, I hate losing arguments.

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      When I went back to Andrias and Parauvin’s room with my things in hand, I noticed how the two somehow put their belongings into two large backpacks, and both of them were cloaked in black capes.  Andrias threw me a cloak and picked up his backpack.  I quickly put on the cloak, and the three of us headed out of the door, trying to be as quiet as possible.

      Although it was only two in the morning, and the harem was usually full of life at this time, the place was closed for the night because of the impending festival.  We were lurking around the empty hallways like thieves in the night, trying very hard not to cause a commotion.  Parauvin went ahead of us to look around to see if the coast was clear.  After about five minutes of waiting he returned looking quite worried.

      “What’s wrong, Parauvin?” I whispered.  He gulped. 

      “‘Dris, Lassie,” he began, “Madame Pasil is still awake. We’s have to find another way out of here.”  Andrias paused and thought to himself briefly.   He looked around the hallway for any sign of an opening.  I waited alongside Parauvin patiently to see if he found anything.  Then, Andrias advanced down the hallway, signaling for us to follow.  We tiptoed down the hallway after him until he stopped dead in his tracks at the window at the end of the hallway. 

      “Here,” he said as he opened the window slowly and quietly, “We’ll exit here.”

 

The End

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