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October 21, 2011 8:01pm
This took me 4 hours but yay, I got offa my lazy butt to write something! I had a burst of inspiration while playing online chess. I guess inspiration does come from everywhere! I sorta tied this story to my other story, Eevee in the Skye. This story is set in the past, but has the same setting as Eevee in the Skye. Skye from Eevee in the Sky had no idea she was named after Skye, the queen of Celestial Village. Yus, confusing. And, in the story, Rocky lives in the same place EitS' Skye used to. Even more confusing, huh? Oyeah! Well, eat my story and enjoy it. At least, I hope you will.....
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A lone Absol sat on a lovely velvet black throne, pouring crystalline water into a vase encasing a pair of particularly dry yellow roses. She wondered if it was possible to see the petals growing softer from the water. She gently the small pitcher of water down and looked hard at the roses as if willing them to perk up. But, as expected, nothing happened. "What a silly thought." she said to herself. Then, she slept.
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The sun rose high in the sky that morning. I woke up and stretched, shaking the straw out of my fur. I climbed down the stairs and into the living room. Or so I call it. I lived in Sharpedo's Bluff, a cliff edge carved into a rock face to look like a Sharpedo. A small fence of teeth was the only thing to separate me from the ocean. I padded over to the scraggly teeth and peered over the edge, looking into the churning ocean. I stretched my neck and bounded into the kitchen. I cautiously, so as not to spill them, took a small bowl of Rawst berries, which were my favorite, and poured myself a small cup of milk. I balanced the milk and berries to the small tree stump of a table and fixed myself up to eat just as a blue blur came flying past me, startling me.
"Hey, Rocky!" said a small Glaceon with bright green eyes.
"Oh, hey Luna!" I said, feeling the fear leak out of me when I saw it was my childhood friend, Luna, stopping for a visit. "What br-" I hadn't even finished my sentence before Luna started yammering. Usually I just tune it out, but amidst her talking, I heard a snippet that interested me.
"Wait, what did you say about the Princess?" I stared at her.
"Oh, the Princess." she said. She looked at her paws for a second, the quickly whipped her head back up to me. "The Queen and King passed away, both of old age." she said. I could almost feel the sadness emanating from her. Luna had always said she wanted to be like Queen Eliza. I frowned.
"Oh..." I couldn't find any words to comfort her.
Then, she brightened. "But, the Princess, Princess Skye, is looking for extra helpers in the castle!" she said.
I blushed a bit. I had always admired Princess Skye. She was so pretty, and strong, and brave too. "Maybe I can help her!" I said.
Luna smiled up at me. "That would be so great! To have a friend who works for the Princess!" Her tail wagged. "The interviews are at one o' clock! So hurry!" she said, eying my untouched bowl of berries.
"Did you eat?" I asked, glancing back at her.
"Oh, no, but y-" I had already bounded to the cabinet and pulled out a small wooden bowl. From another smaller cabinet I produced some Oran berries, a piece of chocolate and some fresh milk.
"Let's eat!" I said. Luna and I ate breakfast in silence together, although the electricity in the air made our fur rise.
Luna patiently waited for me to finish eating, then ran up the steep stairs to my bedroom.
"Hey, wait!" I said, hurtling off behind her.
I found her in my room, shoveling through my closet.
"What are y-" A scarf flew in my face.
"Aha!" she said triumphantly. She ducked out of my closet with a sky blue scarf.
She ran up to me and started wrapping the scarf loosely around neck. I ducked, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Luna then ran up to my cabinet and pulled out a big brush, the only one the shops in the square would sell which would brush my thick fur. She started running it through my fur. It tugged a bit, but I kept my mouth shut as she brushed me. I wouldn't have told her, but I felt grateful of her care. I coughed as a small patch of orange Growlithe fur drifted in front of my nose.
Luna giggled and padded off to the same cabinet she'd fetched the brush in and pulled out some flowers. I used different kinds of flowers for uses such as soft fur, or healing a cut.
She grabbed yellow roses and red tulips by the pawful and ran back downstairs.
"Luna! What are you going to do?" I asked, my low voice carrying down the stairs.
Luna rushed back up the stairs, a minute or two later, with a wooden bowl in her jaws. Then she set the bowl down beside me and, smirking, scooped a bit of a strange liquid and splatted it onto my fur.
"What is that?" I asked, alarmed.
"Don't worry, I made you smell fresh, that's all!" she said as she rubbed the juice into my fur.
She stepped back to admire a Growlithe in a blue scarf. What she saw seemed to impress her. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Twelve thirty.
"Come on!" she said, zipping down the stairs again. I followed after her, letting out a shutter of excitement. I was going to meet Princess Skye! I followed after Luna into my living room. Luna pulled a rope on the wall, sending a small rope ladder down.
I walked outside to see Pokemon bustling around in the town square. Luna leaped into the sea of Pokemon, myself not far behind. We took refuge on the sidewalk a few blocks later, a bit out of breath. Patiently we waited for a carriage.
Luna bit her lip when she saw a small Blitzle-drawn carriage heading to our stop. A Furret wearing a top hat stopped the carriage in front of us.
"Where to?" he asked, smiling kindly.
Luna handed him of Poke. "The palace, please!" she said, hopping into the carriage. I followed behind her into the cart.
I watched scenes of Pokemon flit by as we were whisked off to the palace.
"So, are you excited?" Luna asked me.
"Hm?" I turned to her. "Yeah, I guess." I said, trying not to make it sound like a big deal.
"Just be careful." she said, her tail swishing.
"Why" I asked, lowering my forehead.
Luna frowned a bit. "The Princess is a bit... Sad because of her parents."
"Oh... I didn't think it was that bad..." I said, trailing off.
"You're probably the only Pokemon that will apply." she said, blushing a bit.
I glared at her. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked.
"Well, I didn't want you to be... Discouraged. I know you're looking forward to this." she said. "Just... Keep calm."
I sighed. "I guess."
"Here we are!" said the Furret.
Luna and I climbed out of the carriage to big black gates. The Furret was already heading back into town.
I walked past the gates and into the palace. Purple flowers seemed to bloom everywhere and ivy crept slyly up each building. A guard Houndour quickly rushed me to the tallest turret in the palace. I waved goodbye to a smiling Glaceon as I sailed into the doors.
I was met by a giant hall with a single jet-black throne at the end. Fire danced in the torches mounted on the wall. I gulped and quietly walked to the throne. I heard the door close and turned around to see the tail-end of the Houndour going back to the courtyard. I tried to breathe steadily and hold my shoulders high as I approached the throne, but I felt like jelly. I forced myself to walk a bit faster.
As I came nearer to the throne, I could see Princess Skye almost blending in to her throne. Her pure-white fur seemed to jump at you. Her black eyes glinted. When I felt I had come close enough, I bowed low.
"Your Highness, I request to apply f-"
"okay, you are hired." Princess Skye's clear voice resonated throughout the hallway.
Startled, I looked up. "R-Really?" My voice quivered.
Skye laughed. "Of course! You're the only Pokemon who's hired." She looked at my shocked expression and smiled.
I found I was to be Skye's right-hand Pokemon. Her assistant. Just the word, assistant, made me swell with pride. Luna visited me nearly every day. If she didn't, I would miss her. But I never told her. I was too shy.
I came to Skye in the morning, patiently waiting for her outside her door. Skye stepped out, white fur glittering like fresh fallen snow. To me, she didn't seem distressed at all. "Alright!" she said. "First, we visit my sister, Rose." she said, bounding down the hallway. I followed after her like an orange shadow.
We sailed down long corridors and twisting hallways. Soon we came to a thick wooden door at the end of a hallway nearly as big as Skye's.
I knocked the knocked on the door. An Absol with pink eyes and a kind face opened the door.
"Ah, Skye!" she said, smiling. She then noticed me. "Oh, and you must be Rocky!" she said.
"Yes, ma'am." I said politely, returning her smile.
The days melted into weeks, then months. Skye grew to deeply trust me, and I found some days it was she who waited for me outside my door, rolling her eyes when I'd come out and complaining about how long I took.
She'd tell me stories of how he sister and herself got into trouble, and how she'd catch fish with her dad. Sometimes I could almost feel the waves of joy from her, when she was recounting such tales.
Luna, Skye and I often got to explore together. We would shop in the streets and laugh as the Pokemon would stop and stare, until they'd laugh too.
Those days were probably the best I'd ever had.
One day, Skye, Luna and I padded into the stream winding through the courtyard. The water was warmed by the sun by late morning, perfect to swim and play in-we often did so.
But soon, everything changed.
News spread like a wildfire in the village, and it was no different today. Skye was asleep, for she hadn't heard-and the whole village had.
Rose had passed in the night. Her drink had been poisoned. It hadn't even taken an hour-or so the doctor had said that morning to Shade the Houndoom and the Princess's top guard. It was amazing how we were still asleep.
I should have protected Rose, too.
For not doing so I will never forgive myself.
I woke to someone roughly shaking me.
"Get up!" said a voice full of fear.
I turned over to see Skye, tears in her eyes.
I got out of bed, alarmed.
"Ma'am, what happened?" I asked, trying to be polite. But fear etched itself into my words.
Skye was sniffling. "Rose." she said, her body shuddering with silent terror.
I gasped. "What happened to Rose, ma'am?"
"S-She w-was p-poisoned." A single teardrop landed on the wooden floor.
Instead of feeling sympathy, I only felt angry. Who would do this? Who? I would kill him with my own paws.
I gasped. What was I thinking, killing a Pokemon?
I could only place my head on Skye's, expressing sympathy.
Skye changed once she found out her sister. No more playing with Luna and I. She had work to do, she said. Orders were curt.
Bonnie, Skye's Eevee friend, tried her best to comfort Skye one day. I did, too. Skye felt terrible-I did too.
Suddenly, Skye turned sharply to Bonnie and I.
"I don't need your sympathy!" she said, her eyes red from crying. Startled, we backed away. Skye looked murderous. She screamed, took a pretty glass bowl full of her medicine, and threw it straight against the wall.
Bonnie cowered. I watched, stunned.
The glass seemed to hang in the air a bit before sailing to the ground.
Now I knew what Luna meant.
I tried my best to keep Skye under control. Somedays she was okay, but others, she would fly into fits.
This was one of those days.
Skye refused to take her medicine.
"Ma'am, you have to." I said calmly, nudging the medicine her way.
"No." she said, head down.
"I can understand how you feel but-" The glass bowl flew at me.
"How dare you?!" she snarled. She towered over me.
Panting, fearful, I looked into her eyes and willed myself to see the kindness behind the anger. I tried my best. And I found a memory of me and her playing tag in the corridors.
Skye was due for a speech each week since she was queen. She had taken her medicine today.
She stepped out of the palace to cheers and beats of drums. I followed behind her.
After she gave her speech, she answered some questions from the townsfolk.
A Charmander in the front row asked her how she felt about Rose's unsolved death.
Skye blinked. In an instant she had pounced on the Charmander, her guards having to pull her off the poor Pokemon.
Silence was our only companion as I escorted her to her chamber. She shut the door without a word.
As I went to the village shops to get some fruit, I overheard some Pokemon, Shade and the Charmander with them, discussing the Queen. I hid behind a bush, keeping an ear open to the conversation. The fruit stand was empty, no one to give the money to, and these Pokemon were out of the way. My thoughts raced around instead of focusing on the conversation, but I listened as best as I could.
A Sunflora said "Yeah, right?".
Shade said, "She needs out."
Charmander said, "She's crazy!"
Shade said, "So, I convince the town..."
Kingler said, "Right! They'll execute her!"
They laughed.
I purchased the fruit and ran.
The town was in a frenzy at Skye's next speech.
And so was I, what with trying to get everything ready and making sure medicine was taken, and arranging guards.
After a speech about the town's economy, more questions were asked.
Kingler spoke up. "Why're you so crazy?"
The question was so blunt it hit me in the face. You could hear a pin drop.
Skye said, "I am not crazy."
"Yes you are! You attacked someone!"
The town debated it, right there.
And it was decided Skye couldn't go on being a queen.
All this meant no more assistant, or tag, or stargazing, or playing with Luna and Skye.
I couldn't have it. I had to act.
Luna visited me in the morning, during my break.
"How's Skye?" she asked me, settling down on the bed next to me.
"I don't know." I said, shaking my head. "She attacked another guard today... Almost killed the poor Houndour." I felt terrible that I wasn't able to help her in these times without her throwing a bowl or a fork at me. It frightened me that her future was set in stone.
"Oh..." Luna said, frowning.
"They've even thought of executing her...." I trailed off filled with greif.
Luna stayed close to me.
Another attack later, on Sunflora. It was clear she wasn't taking her medicine, hiding it somewhere.
A court ruling, and her future was set in stone.
She was to be executed at three o' clock that afternoon.
I paced around my room, thinking hard. Luna tried to comfort me, but I felt as angry as Skye seemed always to be lately though I didn't show it.
Then an idea hit me.
Three o' clock rolled around. I escorted Skye to the guillotine. My paws ached out of guilt.
After a long speech by the judge, Skye's head was put under. Skye seemed expressionless, but I could see she wanted nothing more than to race through the crowd, leaving her troubles at the guillotine. I did, too. But my life wasn't at steak.
Suddenly, my plan was thrown into action.
"STOP!" I called.
"It was me! I hid the queen's medicine! I killed Rose and the King and Queen!"
Everyone stared.
I was put under the guillotine. I felt all my fear still standing at the same spot I did when I'd confessed to my crime.
Skye stared desperately at me, her eyes rimmed with fear and guilt.
In a smooth motion, my life ended.
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A lone Absol sat on a lovely velvet black throne, pouring crystalline water into a vase encasing a pair of particularly dry yellow roses. She wondered if it was possible to see the petals growing softer from the water. She gently the small pitcher of water down and looked hard at the roses as if willing them to perk up. But, as expected, nothing happened. "What a silly thought." she said to herself. Then, she slept.
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The sun rose high in the sky that morning. I woke up and stretched, shaking the straw out of my fur. I climbed down the stairs and into the living room. Or so I call it. I lived in Sharpedo's Bluff, a cliff edge carved into a rock face to look like a Sharpedo. A small fence of teeth was the only thing to separate me from the ocean. I padded over to the scraggly teeth and peered over the edge, looking into the churning ocean. I stretched my neck and bounded into the kitchen. I cautiously, so as not to spill them, took a small bowl of Rawst berries, which were my favorite, and poured myself a small cup of milk. I balanced the milk and berries to the small tree stump of a table and fixed myself up to eat just as a blue blur came flying past me, startling me.
"Hey, Rocky!" said a small Glaceon with bright green eyes.
"Oh, hey Luna!" I said, feeling the fear leak out of me when I saw it was my childhood friend, Luna, stopping for a visit. "What br-" I hadn't even finished my sentence before Luna started yammering. Usually I just tune it out, but amidst her talking, I heard a snippet that interested me.
"Wait, what did you say about the Princess?" I stared at her.
"Oh, the Princess." she said. She looked at her paws for a second, the quickly whipped her head back up to me. "The Queen and King passed away, both of old age." she said. I could almost feel the sadness emanating from her. Luna had always said she wanted to be like Queen Eliza. I frowned.
"Oh..." I couldn't find any words to comfort her.
Then, she brightened. "But, the Princess, Princess Skye, is looking for extra helpers in the castle!" she said.
I blushed a bit. I had always admired Princess Skye. She was so pretty, and strong, and brave too. "Maybe I can help her!" I said.
Luna smiled up at me. "That would be so great! To have a friend who works for the Princess!" Her tail wagged. "The interviews are at one o' clock! So hurry!" she said, eying my untouched bowl of berries.
"Did you eat?" I asked, glancing back at her.
"Oh, no, but y-" I had already bounded to the cabinet and pulled out a small wooden bowl. From another smaller cabinet I produced some Oran berries, a piece of chocolate and some fresh milk.
"Let's eat!" I said. Luna and I ate breakfast in silence together, although the electricity in the air made our fur rise.
Luna patiently waited for me to finish eating, then ran up the steep stairs to my bedroom.
"Hey, wait!" I said, hurtling off behind her.
I found her in my room, shoveling through my closet.
"What are y-" A scarf flew in my face.
"Aha!" she said triumphantly. She ducked out of my closet with a sky blue scarf.
She ran up to me and started wrapping the scarf loosely around neck. I ducked, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Luna then ran up to my cabinet and pulled out a big brush, the only one the shops in the square would sell which would brush my thick fur. She started running it through my fur. It tugged a bit, but I kept my mouth shut as she brushed me. I wouldn't have told her, but I felt grateful of her care. I coughed as a small patch of orange Growlithe fur drifted in front of my nose.
Luna giggled and padded off to the same cabinet she'd fetched the brush in and pulled out some flowers. I used different kinds of flowers for uses such as soft fur, or healing a cut.
She grabbed yellow roses and red tulips by the pawful and ran back downstairs.
"Luna! What are you going to do?" I asked, my low voice carrying down the stairs.
Luna rushed back up the stairs, a minute or two later, with a wooden bowl in her jaws. Then she set the bowl down beside me and, smirking, scooped a bit of a strange liquid and splatted it onto my fur.
"What is that?" I asked, alarmed.
"Don't worry, I made you smell fresh, that's all!" she said as she rubbed the juice into my fur.
She stepped back to admire a Growlithe in a blue scarf. What she saw seemed to impress her. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Twelve thirty.
"Come on!" she said, zipping down the stairs again. I followed after her, letting out a shutter of excitement. I was going to meet Princess Skye! I followed after Luna into my living room. Luna pulled a rope on the wall, sending a small rope ladder down.
I walked outside to see Pokemon bustling around in the town square. Luna leaped into the sea of Pokemon, myself not far behind. We took refuge on the sidewalk a few blocks later, a bit out of breath. Patiently we waited for a carriage.
Luna bit her lip when she saw a small Blitzle-drawn carriage heading to our stop. A Furret wearing a top hat stopped the carriage in front of us.
"Where to?" he asked, smiling kindly.
Luna handed him of Poke. "The palace, please!" she said, hopping into the carriage. I followed behind her into the cart.
I watched scenes of Pokemon flit by as we were whisked off to the palace.
"So, are you excited?" Luna asked me.
"Hm?" I turned to her. "Yeah, I guess." I said, trying not to make it sound like a big deal.
"Just be careful." she said, her tail swishing.
"Why" I asked, lowering my forehead.
Luna frowned a bit. "The Princess is a bit... Sad because of her parents."
"Oh... I didn't think it was that bad..." I said, trailing off.
"You're probably the only Pokemon that will apply." she said, blushing a bit.
I glared at her. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked.
"Well, I didn't want you to be... Discouraged. I know you're looking forward to this." she said. "Just... Keep calm."
I sighed. "I guess."
"Here we are!" said the Furret.
Luna and I climbed out of the carriage to big black gates. The Furret was already heading back into town.
I walked past the gates and into the palace. Purple flowers seemed to bloom everywhere and ivy crept slyly up each building. A guard Houndour quickly rushed me to the tallest turret in the palace. I waved goodbye to a smiling Glaceon as I sailed into the doors.
I was met by a giant hall with a single jet-black throne at the end. Fire danced in the torches mounted on the wall. I gulped and quietly walked to the throne. I heard the door close and turned around to see the tail-end of the Houndour going back to the courtyard. I tried to breathe steadily and hold my shoulders high as I approached the throne, but I felt like jelly. I forced myself to walk a bit faster.
As I came nearer to the throne, I could see Princess Skye almost blending in to her throne. Her pure-white fur seemed to jump at you. Her black eyes glinted. When I felt I had come close enough, I bowed low.
"Your Highness, I request to apply f-"
"okay, you are hired." Princess Skye's clear voice resonated throughout the hallway.
Startled, I looked up. "R-Really?" My voice quivered.
Skye laughed. "Of course! You're the only Pokemon who's hired." She looked at my shocked expression and smiled.
I found I was to be Skye's right-hand Pokemon. Her assistant. Just the word, assistant, made me swell with pride. Luna visited me nearly every day. If she didn't, I would miss her. But I never told her. I was too shy.
I came to Skye in the morning, patiently waiting for her outside her door. Skye stepped out, white fur glittering like fresh fallen snow. To me, she didn't seem distressed at all. "Alright!" she said. "First, we visit my sister, Rose." she said, bounding down the hallway. I followed after her like an orange shadow.
We sailed down long corridors and twisting hallways. Soon we came to a thick wooden door at the end of a hallway nearly as big as Skye's.
I knocked the knocked on the door. An Absol with pink eyes and a kind face opened the door.
"Ah, Skye!" she said, smiling. She then noticed me. "Oh, and you must be Rocky!" she said.
"Yes, ma'am." I said politely, returning her smile.
The days melted into weeks, then months. Skye grew to deeply trust me, and I found some days it was she who waited for me outside my door, rolling her eyes when I'd come out and complaining about how long I took.
She'd tell me stories of how he sister and herself got into trouble, and how she'd catch fish with her dad. Sometimes I could almost feel the waves of joy from her, when she was recounting such tales.
Luna, Skye and I often got to explore together. We would shop in the streets and laugh as the Pokemon would stop and stare, until they'd laugh too.
Those days were probably the best I'd ever had.
One day, Skye, Luna and I padded into the stream winding through the courtyard. The water was warmed by the sun by late morning, perfect to swim and play in-we often did so.
But soon, everything changed.
News spread like a wildfire in the village, and it was no different today. Skye was asleep, for she hadn't heard-and the whole village had.
Rose had passed in the night. Her drink had been poisoned. It hadn't even taken an hour-or so the doctor had said that morning to Shade the Houndoom and the Princess's top guard. It was amazing how we were still asleep.
I should have protected Rose, too.
For not doing so I will never forgive myself.
I woke to someone roughly shaking me.
"Get up!" said a voice full of fear.
I turned over to see Skye, tears in her eyes.
I got out of bed, alarmed.
"Ma'am, what happened?" I asked, trying to be polite. But fear etched itself into my words.
Skye was sniffling. "Rose." she said, her body shuddering with silent terror.
I gasped. "What happened to Rose, ma'am?"
"S-She w-was p-poisoned." A single teardrop landed on the wooden floor.
Instead of feeling sympathy, I only felt angry. Who would do this? Who? I would kill him with my own paws.
I gasped. What was I thinking, killing a Pokemon?
I could only place my head on Skye's, expressing sympathy.
Skye changed once she found out her sister. No more playing with Luna and I. She had work to do, she said. Orders were curt.
Bonnie, Skye's Eevee friend, tried her best to comfort Skye one day. I did, too. Skye felt terrible-I did too.
Suddenly, Skye turned sharply to Bonnie and I.
"I don't need your sympathy!" she said, her eyes red from crying. Startled, we backed away. Skye looked murderous. She screamed, took a pretty glass bowl full of her medicine, and threw it straight against the wall.
Bonnie cowered. I watched, stunned.
The glass seemed to hang in the air a bit before sailing to the ground.
Now I knew what Luna meant.
I tried my best to keep Skye under control. Somedays she was okay, but others, she would fly into fits.
This was one of those days.
Skye refused to take her medicine.
"Ma'am, you have to." I said calmly, nudging the medicine her way.
"No." she said, head down.
"I can understand how you feel but-" The glass bowl flew at me.
"How dare you?!" she snarled. She towered over me.
Panting, fearful, I looked into her eyes and willed myself to see the kindness behind the anger. I tried my best. And I found a memory of me and her playing tag in the corridors.
Skye was due for a speech each week since she was queen. She had taken her medicine today.
She stepped out of the palace to cheers and beats of drums. I followed behind her.
After she gave her speech, she answered some questions from the townsfolk.
A Charmander in the front row asked her how she felt about Rose's unsolved death.
Skye blinked. In an instant she had pounced on the Charmander, her guards having to pull her off the poor Pokemon.
Silence was our only companion as I escorted her to her chamber. She shut the door without a word.
As I went to the village shops to get some fruit, I overheard some Pokemon, Shade and the Charmander with them, discussing the Queen. I hid behind a bush, keeping an ear open to the conversation. The fruit stand was empty, no one to give the money to, and these Pokemon were out of the way. My thoughts raced around instead of focusing on the conversation, but I listened as best as I could.
A Sunflora said "Yeah, right?".
Shade said, "She needs out."
Charmander said, "She's crazy!"
Shade said, "So, I convince the town..."
Kingler said, "Right! They'll execute her!"
They laughed.
I purchased the fruit and ran.
The town was in a frenzy at Skye's next speech.
And so was I, what with trying to get everything ready and making sure medicine was taken, and arranging guards.
After a speech about the town's economy, more questions were asked.
Kingler spoke up. "Why're you so crazy?"
The question was so blunt it hit me in the face. You could hear a pin drop.
Skye said, "I am not crazy."
"Yes you are! You attacked someone!"
The town debated it, right there.
And it was decided Skye couldn't go on being a queen.
All this meant no more assistant, or tag, or stargazing, or playing with Luna and Skye.
I couldn't have it. I had to act.
Luna visited me in the morning, during my break.
"How's Skye?" she asked me, settling down on the bed next to me.
"I don't know." I said, shaking my head. "She attacked another guard today... Almost killed the poor Houndour." I felt terrible that I wasn't able to help her in these times without her throwing a bowl or a fork at me. It frightened me that her future was set in stone.
"Oh..." Luna said, frowning.
"They've even thought of executing her...." I trailed off filled with greif.
Luna stayed close to me.
Another attack later, on Sunflora. It was clear she wasn't taking her medicine, hiding it somewhere.
A court ruling, and her future was set in stone.
She was to be executed at three o' clock that afternoon.
I paced around my room, thinking hard. Luna tried to comfort me, but I felt as angry as Skye seemed always to be lately though I didn't show it.
Then an idea hit me.
Three o' clock rolled around. I escorted Skye to the guillotine. My paws ached out of guilt.
After a long speech by the judge, Skye's head was put under. Skye seemed expressionless, but I could see she wanted nothing more than to race through the crowd, leaving her troubles at the guillotine. I did, too. But my life wasn't at steak.
Suddenly, my plan was thrown into action.
"STOP!" I called.
"It was me! I hid the queen's medicine! I killed Rose and the King and Queen!"
Everyone stared.
I was put under the guillotine. I felt all my fear still standing at the same spot I did when I'd confessed to my crime.
Skye stared desperately at me, her eyes rimmed with fear and guilt.
In a smooth motion, my life ended.
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