Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

At first, she had thought she had taken the right turn in the direction of the market. Instead, she had found the streets getting more narrow and less people parting to let her through. Some of them barely noticed the small thing running, trying to avoid the guards. It was hard to hide in the crowds when everyone's skin was dark and their hair was black. Her pale skin and red hair made her stick out like a sore thumb and her clothing compared to their own made it so much worse. Annette was slowing down, running out of breath and running out of options to turn. It was apparent she had no idea where she was running and she was running aimlessly into the crowd of people. Then..the hands came. Her body tensed, and she couldn't scream or look back to see what had grabbed her. Her heart was thundering in her throat and all she could think about was the guards with those nasty looking daggers..daggers she had often spent too long examining in the museums now wanting to slice into her skin. At that thought Annette was squirming, trying to get out of the stranger's hold as he pulled her towards him and then, he tried to sooth? To calm her? Annette's head slowly turned to look at the tanned figure so..well put together in comparison to the people around them. She gulped. Maybe, it wasn't so lucky that he caught her. Not by the way the crowd was staring at him and her. Annette tilted her chin up when he warned her to watch herself. How was she suppose to watch herself when she knew nothing about where she was going or who was really chasing her? They didn't want to listen to her plead that she wasn't a thief instead they wanted to spill blood. She looked as the guards came their way and Annette tried squirming out of the man's hold banging her fists on his chest. She wanted to run, she knew what they would do if they caught her. The guards didn't snatch her up from the stranger, instead they bowed their heads. Confusion struck her. If he wasn't a guard, and he wasn't trying to harm her, then who was he? When he asked what she did Annette glared at him. She had done nothing but show up and been confused and people had started to scream at her and accuse her. Instead of replying, angrily she snapped her jaw shut only continuing her glare. The guards answered her question on who the man holding her was and Annette tried to squirm away again. Another prince? No doubt he would place the same judgement his little brother had put on her. I didn't steal anything! Annette finally snapped at the guards angry with their accusations of her. The prince, Sebak looked at her curiously and it made her sick. She was trapped between men and she wanted to scream and punch them all, but instead she listened to his words. She looked at him curiously when he said he had not seen her with the mirror before pulling her hands and presenting it to the guards. Annette growled, angry that he was pulling her around like a puppet. Let go of me! The distance he shortened between them made her tense even more. It as awkward and he was a stranger, not even some of her closest friends got this close to her. Eagerly Annette stumbled away from him as best she could. Her eyes resumed glaring when he asked her where she was from and then mentioned the gods could not have sent her. If this really was Ancient Eqypt, America would not have been formed and Annette was almost at a loss of words...almost. Your worst nightmare. She hissed unable to come up with another answer but an angry one. Putting her on the spot, one brother claiming she was a thief now this one pretending like he had seen nothing and getting all too close to her. Who says your bloodied Gods haven't sent me? Do you hold the stick that tells them no?