Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 100

Helen gripped Castor’s shoulder, “are you alright? You seem upset.” Helen held the horses reins as she lead the party to the edge of Pyropolis. It was still dark when they left that morning but they had walked slowly and now the sun was high in the sky. A beautiful sunny like today would be a blessing to most countries but most countries were not mostly desert and hot air.

“I am fine,” muttered Castor, “it is just that… I guess I failed right? I couldn’t bring a flower back. I was so close.. but then Pollux got in the way.”

“You don’t really think THAT is what he intended?”

“What else am I suppose to think?” grumbled Castor. He kicked a stone on the ground which rolled a foot away. Anneli held Castor’s hand tighter than usual.

“It could be worse,” replied Helen.

“It can always be worse, it doesn’t make me feel any better udade.”

“Have faith,” replied Helen and slapped Castor on the back. It stung more than she intended. Castor’s wounds besides his cracked rib had already healed but he was still sore. “Wait for me here,” instructed Helen, “I’ll see about getting some camels.”

Castor leaned against a tall fence which enclosed around a group of horses and llamas. Helen entered a small stone building, with a wooden sign above the door proclaiming ‘CAMELS AND HORSES FOR TRADE, SALE AND RENTING’ in three languages. The air was dense with the musty pungent smell of wet sweaty fur and animal refuse. Disgruntled horses neighed and kicked in their overcrowded and overheated lodgings. A camel in the fenced plot in front of Castor stared at him for an extended minute silently judging him while it chew cud.

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Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 97

“What? What happened?!” exclaimed Castor.

“Well, I went to the palace to find Pollux but he was not in his quarters. I found Araliya and she told me he was in the library. So I went to the library and found Pollux with the ministers…. because apparently Pollux is currently the acting king.”

“How? What about father?”

“I’ll get to that!” hissed Helen. “Apparently he has been bedridden for days so Pollux is acting king. So when I walked in to the library during their meeting, everyone stopped talking and kind of stared at me for a good five minutes. So then Pollux just had me arrested and thrown here. And then soon after you two arrived here. I’m assuming he figured out that I brought you here because I came back a lot earlier than planned… and he probably realized where you were because that room was where was hiding before, and had the keys to…”

“Pollux sounds really smart,” chirped Anneli.

“Not helping Anneli!” snapped Castor.

“So what do you want to do?” asked Helen, laying back against the cold stone walls.

“Nothing.”

“Castor you can’t be serious! We need to get out of here!”

“Why? What can they do now? Nothing! They can’t hurt us! Do you really think they can punish me or you without everything coming out? The ministers and the court will find out about father trying to have me killed, about you and Pollux trying to save me and they will question why. They will lose faith in the king, they will question his moral and his priorities. If Habi or Hawia attack Apophis will have neither an army or a trusted leader to rally against.”

“You know about Habi and the sunken city?”

“Of course I do. I spent a year in Iqhwa and six months in Hawai and Habi each. And they all hate father with a burning passion. The only reason they do not attack us is because they fear how suicidaly loyal the citizens are to father. The also fear the Hellas army which ally with us.”

“But Hellas is at war with Ferrum.”

“Hellas is at war with Ferrum and cannot give us troops or resources. If we are attacked  now with Pollux in charge, who is not charismatic enough to get the citizens to volunteer for the army and without the support of Hellas we will lose the oasis, most of our desert land and maybe even the control of the Pyropolis port. So right now, the top priority to continue the facade that the king is well and that our country in united.”

Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 96

Castor put his arms underneath Anneli, carrying him as he stood up. He stepped to the bed with Anneli in his arms and pushed the sword onto the ground. Castor placed Anneli on the bed and climbed onto the old bed. It creaked and the mattress was so thin the bed frame could be felt through it. Anneli looked at Castor on top of him, not sure what to do or to say. His heat thumped in his chest and echoed in his ears. Shadows obscured Castor’s features, Anneli felt anxious at not being able to see Castor’s eyes. Castor grabbed the fabric of Anneli’s cape.

“What are you doing Castor?”

Castor chuckled. Anneli could hear the painful surrender in Castor’s voice as a part of him stopped caring about the world he lived in.

“I don’t know,” whined Castor, burying his face in Anneli’s chest. There was a sudden bang at the door. Castor and Anneli stared at the door for a moment.

BANG!

“Is that Helen?” whispered Anneli.

BANG!

“I don’t -”

BANG! The rickety door was broken open and Pyropolis soldiers flooded in. Castor dived for his knife but was rammed by a soldier and thrown onto the floor.

“It would be best if you come quietly Prince Castor,” said the soldier holding the bladed end of a spear to Castor’s throat. Castor looked at Anneli who had already been caught. Castor allowed his hands to be tied, his face covered and dragged to god knows where. When the bag was removed from his head Castor found himself in the dark, leaky dungeon cell underneath the royal palace. In the small cramped cell was Helen, Anneli and himself.

“What in the world happened?!” cried Castor, tugging at his bound limbs.

Helen glared at him, “Pollux happened.”

Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 95 Rami

“So Rami-” began Castor, “Rami was a demon like you. Several years ago, demons were more common here than they are now. Well the thing about Rami was that he was only half demon so he was more human than most demons. But having children with demons is one of the most heinous crimes beside murder and assault. His father was not known and his mother was arrested soon after he was born. He was taken in as a servant in the palace when he was a child and he was probably only a year or so older than me at the time. We spent a lot of time together, we grew up together and we were really close. But… as I got older… I don’t…I don’t know if it was puberty or what but my feelings towards him changed. I was young and stupid and I know i shouldn’t have but… one day when were in the garden… I… in the spur of the moment… I… kissed him.

“And I don’t know who… but…maybe it was a maid or someone but… someone saw and soon everyone in the palace knew. My father was furious and everyone else was disgusted. Rami was immediately sent away and I don’t know where his is or if he is still okay but… I don’t know. Father stopped it from spreading beyond the palace wall but inside the palace everyone knows. Um… I got labeled as a pervert and abnormal and just…. and just a giant mistake, just the biggest disgrace. Because even though I shouldn’t have, I let myself love a demon.”

Tears fell from Castor’s eyes. Anneli hugged the arms that were wrapped around him. He could feel Castor’s trembling body and the beating of his heart. He did not know what to tell Castor to make him feel better. He could feel a wetness on the back of his neck from Castor’s tears and he waited until Castor had calmed down and his tears had dried. Castor hugged him tightly but did not say a word.

“What is going to happen to me?” asked Anneli.

“What do you mean?” Castor sniffled as he spoke.

“What will happen if we go to the palace or where ever together. Since I am a demon and all.”

“Oh… you don’t need to worry about that. The thing with him was different-”

“Because you loved him.”

“…yes. But just in case we should probably not stay too close.”

Anneli’s heart tightened and throbbed. It hurt him to hear that Castor did not love him. It hurt to hear that he had loved someone else before. It hurt to hear that they could no longer be close. Anneli turned to looked at Castor, whose eyes were red and swollen. Anneli kissed Castor on the forehead and hugged him. From then he would ignore the tightening in his chest and his growing feelings toward Castor. Castor did not love him. His love was waiting for him in the desert.

Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 94

Under the cover of darkness Helen lead Castor and Anneli to a small room in the back of a old shack.

“You and Anneli need to wait here. I’ll go back to the palace and tell Pollux we arrived. Then we need to be strategics and plan our next move. I’ll be back in a couple hours” said Helen and closed the door behind here. Castor and Anneli watched as the door was locked behind her.

“So I guess we wait,” said Castor trying to fill the silence that followed.

Anneli did not reply or really react at all. He walked to the bed and removed the sheets. “There is something in the bed,” muttered Anneli.

“Oh… a sword? That’s…odd. It must be Helen’s. Not that she needs it. You know whenever we fought she would always win. Even though I’m stronger and a better fighter she would use her magic to suck all the air from my lungs. She would basically choke me until I give up. She is such a sore loser.”

“Is that so-” whispered Anneli, seemingly uninterested. He sat on the ground, tucking his knees under his chin.

“What is wrong Anneli? You’ve been acting strange for awhile.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

Castor sat in front of Anneli. “We both know that is not true. Tell me what’s wrong. Did Helen say something to you?”

“No- it isn’t Helen. I mean… it isn’t just Helen.”

“Then what is it? I can’t stand you avoiding me and ignoring me. You won’t let me touch you or be near you.”

Anneli frowned and refused to meet Castor’s eyes. He did not know what he was feeling. Eddies of negative emotions tumbled inside his heart.

“Did I do something?”

“No,” snapped Anneli “it is not you. You didn’t do anything, I just feel angry.”

“You’re angry with me?”

“No…yes…. I don’t know. I am not angry at you but I am angry about you. I don’t like that there are things about you that I don’t know. I don’t like when you pay attention to other people and then I get angry at myself for being angry at you.”

“It sounds like you are jealous,” chuckled Castor.

“I don’t know… maybe.”

“Alright… well you said you wanted to know more about me! As away, I will tell you anything. I won’t lie or avoid it.”

Anneli looked at Castor’s eyes for the first time in days. “Who is Rami?”

“Oh-” blurted Castor. “um… well… he is…”

“Are you not going to tell me?”

“I will- I will. It’s just that everything with him ended terribly. It’s a part of my past I don’t like to think about.”

“Are you not going to tell me?”

Castor grinned, “I’ll tell you, if you sit on my lap.” Anneli sat on his lap, to Castor’s surprise. Castor wrapped his arms around Anneli and hugged him close. Anneli nuzzled Castor’s neck. They had not hugged in several days and Anneli could no longer remember why he was avoiding it. He felt safe in Castor arms. It felt warm, comforting and euphorious. Yet when he was upset and uncertain he could not recall this feeling, even though now it felt so natural and right.

“So Rami-” began Castor.

Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 92 waves

Eventually Anneli grew accustom to the constant rocking of the boat and the overwhelming salty scent of the sea which permeated every crevice of the boat. Anneli stood on the deck leaning against the rails staring into the sea. The deep blue waves flowed far into the horizon yet still beat against the body of the ship.

“Hey”

Anneli turned and saw Helen walk up to him. She stood beside him and looked in to the ocean together.

“Have you been avoiding Castor?”

“No, why?”

“Because Castor said you were. Did something happen yesterday?”

“No, nothing,” replied Anneli with a sigh. The eastern wind blew over them bringing the scent of a distant land.

“So,” began Helen, “why are you traveling with my brother.”

Anneli smirked,”am I in trouble?”

“Depends, did you do something?”

Anneli turned to Helen and looked into the eyes that were so similar to Castor’s. “No I didn’t. Castor promised to take me to the desert if I helped him find a rose.”

“Why do you want to go to the desert?”

“Because two magic fish told me if I go the desert I will find love.”

Helen choked stifling her laughter. “What? Really? You believed them.”

“Well yes. Besides the only reason Castor even went to find a rose is because some fortune teller said he should be king.”

“Fair enough,” said Helen with a smile and shrug of the shoulders. “But you have to admit your fortune was rather vague.”

“Yes but there was nothing much for me back home, so any hope of a better life is a good reason to leave.”

“Mn…” Helen looked at the blue infinity and the swirling uncertain sky. “He told you about that stuff did he? I mean about becoming the king and about father and Pollux.”

“Yeah. He spoke about you as well. He said he was jealous of you.”

“Really? He’s jealous?”

Anneli nodded. “Castor said he wished he was brave enough to run away himself, but he cared too much about what other people thought and wanted to prove himself.”

“He must really trust you to tell you all those things.”

“I don’t know if he trusts me,” replied Anneli. “He did not tell me anything about himself until just recently. Even then it was because he was in a really bad state.”

“Still, he never opens up to anyone, not even me.”

Anneli was silent of a moment, hesitating whether to tell Helen what he wanted to. “Helen, Castor said he does not want to be king.”

“I figured, especially after what our father tried to do and considering how Castor was treated in the past.”

“But his behavior doesn’t make any sense- why would he risk his life to get the rose and go back to your country if he did not want to become king? He could have run away to anywhere else.”

“Well… no one but Castor really knows what’s going on his head. He can be manipulative and two-face…you should be careful as well.”

“What are you two talking about?” announced Castor as he approached them. He leaned against the rails placing his hands on either side of Anneli.

“Were you talking about me?” asked Castor with a grin and then placed his chin on Anneli’s head.

“Our lives don’t revolve around you Castor,” replied Helen her words dripping with sarcasm.

Castor laughed, “does that mean you were?”

“Maybe- so you are jealous of me Castor?” asked Helen. Castor stared at Helen for a second perplexed.

“What did he tell you? What did you tell her?”

Helen laughed. “I was told that you were jealous because you wanted to run away like me.”

“Anneli why would you tell her that? I told you that in confidence,” chuckled Castor.

“How are you feeling?” asked Anneli softly.

“I’m alright. Well….not much better but I was bored in my room all alone,” muttered Castor.

“You should go back and rest, your injuries are still bad,” replied Anneli.

“Are you coming as well?”

“Not just yet.”

“What? Are you saying the sea is more interesting than I am?” whined Castor.

Anneli paused for a moment then said,”yes.”

 

Fairytale for the lonely heart, chapter 91 lulled

Castor sat on the creaking bead and stripped his clothing. The blood from his wounds had already soaked through the bandages. Castor sighed. Every movement, every breath was painful. He wanted to sleep but even lying down would be too uncomfortable. Anneli sat beside him and held Castor’s hand.

“She was quite cruel to you. She knew you were hurt but she was still rough.”

“Yeah,” chuckled Castor, “that’s just how she is.”

“You should sleep Castor,” said Anneli softly. Castor looked at their entangled hands and a warm little light flickered inside him. “Alright,” he whispered and placed his forehead against Anneli’s. Anneli was not sure how to respond but nuzzled Castor back for a while. He placed the pillow against the wall for Castor to lean on.

“Does it hurt?” asked Anneli, fluffing the pillow.

“Yes, but I don’t think it can hurt any less,” remarked Castor with a weak smile.

“Do you want some water Castor?”

“No, it is fine. But come sleep,” Castor outstretched his hand to Anneli who hesitated.

“Helen does not want us to sleep in the same bed,” replied Anneli.

“Just ignore her, there is only one bed.”

“But you are hurt.”

“I doubt you will hurt me more than I already am.”

Anneli did not need a lot of coxing. He had been awake for over a day and the adrenaline had diminished. His body was tired and his eyelids grew heavier. Anneli crawled into the bed and lent against Castor, nestling his head in the crook of Castor’s neck. Castor’s warmth and the sound of his beating heart lulled Anneli to sleep.

BANG BANG BANG

Anneli woke up with a jolt. He had no idea where he was or how long he was asleep.

BANG BANG BANG

The sound again thundered at the door. Half asleep Anneli crawled over Castor and hopped to the door. He slowly unlocked the door. The door flung open and Helen marched into the room. She gave the tray she was holding to Anneli and slammed the door close. Anneli placed the tray on the small table and ate one of the small purple fruits. It was sweet but somehow both fibrous and gelatinous.

Helen stomped up to Castor, “here,” she said, placing three white tablets in Castor’s palm.

“What is it?” asked Castor, drowsily inspecting the pills.

“Hey Anneli, bring some water,” growled Helen. Anneli quickly poured some water, brought the glass to the bed and handed it to Castor.

“These are just painkiller. I’ll come later to re-dress your wounds and apply some more disinfectants.”

“Thank you Helen,” replied Castor weakly and drank the medicine. Helen placed her forehead against Castor’s for a moment. Anneli’s head constricted for a moment watching them. He did not understand this dark feeling but he knew he hated it.

“Sleep a bit longer and eat something. I talked to the captain, he said we can leave tomorrow morning. Lock the door behind me please, Anneli.”

Helen stomped out of the room and Anneli locked the door behind her. Anneli climbed onto the bed but Castor was already asleep so he curled up beside him.

Fairytale for the Lonely heart, Chapter 90

Anneli was in awe of the gigantic ship that they climbed on. The long sable body glistened in the sunshine and sea spray and the bright red sails were curled up in the mast.

“This is the ship you got?” smirked Castor, “how discrete, it’s only father’s razor ship is only the shinny star of the armada.”

“Shut up Castor,” hissed Helen as she placed Anneli on the ground. “I have itching urge to throw you off the deck and let the sharks eat you.”

Castor rolled his eyes, “Well-” Anneli tugged on his sleeve and abruptly cut him off.

“Don’t Castor,” whispered Anneli, “you will only rile each other up more.” Castor looked at Anneli, and felt the clouds lift from his mind.

“Alright,” muttered Castor. He put his arm around Anneli’s shoulder and pulled him closer. He sighed again, “Hey Helen, I’m sorry for being a jerk.”

Helen turned and a giant smirk spread across his face. “What? Castor apologizing for being a smart-ass? It might rain today.”

They followed Helen inside the ship. The interior of the ship was dimly lit by yellow lamps periodically placed along narrow hallways made of crafted dark wood.

“Where are we going?” asked Castor, getting lost in the maze of hallways.

“I am taking you to your room, after that I am going to talk to the captain and tell him to take us back. He is probably going to be really suspicious since I said that we will be here for a month.”

“What are you going to say?” asked Castor.

“I am not sure. I can say, ‘something went wrong,’ or ‘there is an emergency back home’ but he will definitely be very suspicious. That is why you need to hide in your room at least until we leave port. We don’t need the sailors protesting.”

“That,” remarked Helen pointing at a nondescript door, “that is your room. It is the only one that locks from the inside for some reason. Unfortunately there is only one bed.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

“Alright but-” Helen looked at Castor, then Anneli, then back at Castor and then grimaced. “One second-” Helen grabbed Castor by the collar of his shirt, pulled him away from Anneli and then threw Castor against the wall.

“YOU BETTER NOT BE UP TO ANYTHING!” whispered Helen, with hiss of a venomous viper.

“What are you talking-”

“I SWEAR TO FIDIM IF YOU IN ANYWAY INAPPROPRIATE WITH INNOCENT ANNELI I WILL CUT OUT YOUR NIPPLES.”

“What?”

“I WILL CUT YOU-” Helen whispered then shoved Castor again in his wounded shoulder and trudged down the hallway.

“Are you alright?” asked Anneli.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go wait in the room.”

 

 

 

Writing LGBT+ characters

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There is terrible lack of diversity and even when there is diversity it is often not done well. Just having a LGBT+ character for the sake of having a LGBT+ character can sometimes be worse than not having any at all. Being gay is not a personality trait! Being gay can something that defines a character but it should not be the only thing that defines a character. Sexuality defines you as a person because society defines you by your sexuality. When you are writing a LGBT+ character you need to be aware of how their society thinks of or treats LGBT+ people. Especially if your character is in a contemporary story the climate they live will shape their behavior.

A few things to think about when writing about LGBT+ characters.

  1. How does the society in your story treat or think of LGBT+ character? Do they treat lesbians and gay men differently? Do they treat trans men and trans women differently? What does your society think about queer people, non-binary, pansexual, polysexual, asexual etc.
  2. Everyone is a little bias and close-minded. Even if your main character (queer or not) will have their own biases. No one is perfect because most biases are unconscious and are ingrained in us. Your character working through their own hang ups can be part of their journey. There are gay men who are sexist, trans people who are racist and bisexuals who are homophobic. Be aware of your own biases because they do translate into your story.
  3. Is your character openly LGBT+ and to who? A character can be open about their gender and sexuality to their friends but not to their work, family, school etc.
  4. How are they treated because of their gender/sexuality?
  5. Avoid stereotypes. This can be difficult to avoid because there are people who behave like the stereotype and their are people who do not. Sometimes I feel that writers will have stereo-typically gay character but have them only as sidekicks and or background characters.
  6. Sometimes you just cannot relate. If you are heterosexual and cis gender you just cannot relate to LGBT+ characters. You do not know how they feel or how they behave. LGBT+ people have to think a lot more about things straight do not have to bother with.
  7. Not having LGBT+ characters does not make your story homophobic/transphobic. Having LGBT+ character does not make your story not homophobic/transphobic.

Do

  1. Do research. Talk to LGBT+ people about your character or simply about their experiences.
  2. Do add LGBT+ characters if you want to, even  if you are not LGBT+ yourself.
  3. Do add different LGBT+ characters. Not just gay, lesbians and bisexuals. Add trans people, queer people, asexual people, poly-sexual people, demisexual, intersex, non-binary, gender fluid etc.

Do not

  1. Do not make your character stereotype but do not pretend they do not exist.
  2. Do not make their gender/sexuality their entire personality.
  3. Do not add LGBT+ characters simply to add diversity.
  4. Do add LGBT+ characters to simply kill them off (or try not to). It is a morbid cliche at this point.
  5. Do not make them magic because of their gender/sexuality. Sometimes writers can try too hard and make their LGBT+ character so amazing they are not realistic and are basically magic.

Adding LGBT+ characters are great! Their is a severe lack of them and many people are starving for them. Although I think sometimes people tend to like character who are not that great simply because they are desperate for any LGBT+ character (me included). I think people tend to forget how important media can be in influencing your perception of LGBT+ people as well as to come to term with their own sexuality/gender.

Fairytale for the lonely heart, Chapter 87 The rescue

The shouting voices became louder and louder. A young soldier ran back to the room, looking disheartened and stressed. “S-sir, we have a problem,” he stuttered.

“What’s going on?” whispered one of the soldiers to another. The middle aged soldier, with medals pined to the breast of his uniform stood up from his chair and shut his book with a clap.

“What is the commotion?” asked the older soldier.

“Well, you see there is this person. They are making a fuss and we can’t seem to calm them down.”

The older man sighed, “really now.”

The thundering sound of heavy boots reverberated through the building as the mysterious person came closer. Castor on the other hand was thoroughly amused and if the soldiers had been nicer to him he may have attempted not two show his pleasure at that distress. A figure in a long dark coat appeared in the door way, with a large hood obscuring their face.

“By Fidim Castor! Why did you go and get yourself arrested?” proclaimed the figure in a booming voice.

“HELEN?”

The figure removed their hood and standing in the doorway was the most beautiful woman any of the soldiers had ever seen. Many of them gasped only now realizing that the loud and violent person was in fact a woman.

“Helen, what are you doing here? HOW did you get here?”

All the soldiers stared at Helen as if she were manna from heaven and they were starving in the desert. They were entranced by her deep dark eyes and glistening umber skin…..

“Castor, that is not important. What did you do to get arrested? And HOW did you get all these injuries?”

……until she spoke and they were swiftly snapped back to reality. They remembered that she had forcefully entered a military building. They remembered that she was loud, violent and rude but those eyes were a snare they did not want to escape.

“What did he do to get arrested?” asked Helen turning to the soldier who was still holding Castor by the shoulder.

“What- I um… uh-”

“What’s wrong are you having a fit?”

“No Helen. You seem to have forgotten that the sight of you knocks Muktaba out of the heads of lesser men.”

“What?” said the soldier furiously glaring at Castor and tightening his grip.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” replied Castor to his captor, “Muktaba is a god of wisdom and learning. One says ‘Muktaba has been knocked out of ones head’ if one is acting like a complete dumb ass.”

“Castor please stop angering the local military, we don’t want this to escalate into a international conflict. Though these men probably have as much influence in international politics as a termite in a chess game.”

“He was fighting in public,” said a voice in the room.

“Who was what now?” asked Helen who was only half-paying attention.

“That was why he was arrested,” said the older soldier and punctuating his sentence with a cough for good measure.

“Oh,” remarked Helen. “How much is his fine? I can pay it now.”

“It is not that simple,” said the soldier, “this is the second time he got arrested so he needs to have a judge look over his case.”

“Alright, what did he do the first time?” asked Helen nearing the end of her patience.

“He was in possession of a large amount of money and a magic jeweled knife. Items thought to have been stolen by him,” replied the soldier.

Helen sighed loudly exasperated and rolled her eyes, “Castor- how did you get arrested for stealing your own things?”

“I don’t Helen! The people here are mad and they won’t listen to a word I say!”

Helen turned to the older soldier and pointed to Castor, “you know he is a prince right? I don’t know if you WANT to be the people arrested the future king of Apophis. You know the Fidiom are known to be vengeful and bloodthirsty. Do you really want to insight the wrath of the people blessed by the gods?”

“He wasn’t lying about being a Prince?” sputtered the older soldier.

“Your gods gave you ears and brains. Why not use them?”

“Let him go,” said the older soldier.

“But what if she is lying as well? They might be accomplices,” argued the soldier not letting go of Castor’s shoulder.

“Well,” said Helen reaching into the pocket of her coat, “I, unlike my brother, actually brought proof of my identity.” From within her pocket Helen too out a gold disk with a delicate geometric emblem etched on it. “This is my emblem. You see the lion, that means I am part of the royal family of Pyropolis.”

The soldiers came closer and stared at the golden disk.

“I can’t believe they let you take that out of the palace,” said Castor just as shocked to see Helen’s seal.

“Well, I would not say they ‘let’ me take it. But I needed some proof of who I was and they won’t mind me borrowing it.”

The older soldier sighed, “let him go,” he repeated. This time the soldier quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back.

“Where are my things?” demanded Castor and a soldier scurried away to get Castor’s belongings. Castor walked over to Helen with a goofy smile. “Thank you for saving me udade.”

“I’m just glad you are alright,” replied Helen, gripping Castor’s forearm affectionately.