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Ricky of Kokiri · #4 [ ] 10-05-2006, 12:14 AM

The sun rose, and the rooster’s crow woke Alvin up. He lay there for a minute, wondering why on earth there was a rooster on his neighbor’s house until he remembered what had happened. Groaning from the early hour, he got out of bed and left the room. He met Ginger in the hall; she smiled at him, he smiled at her, and they went downstairs.

As Sarah got everything ready for a day in London, Alvin and Ginger helped the farmer make sure the farm was taken care of. Ginger fed the chickens and the pigs, doing so with a talent Alvin knew she didn’t possess, while Alvin and the farmer cleaned up the stable and laid the fodder out for the cows and horses. Ginger then milked the cows and gathered the eggs, while Alvin watered the crops and the farmer spread fertilizer on some saplings. After all the chores were done, they got cleaned up and ate breakfast. After breakfast, the farmer hitched the horses to the cart, and, with the teenagers in the back and the adults sitting in the front, they set off for London.

“How long will this ride be?” Alvin asked quietly, so the adults wouldn’t hear.

Ginger shrugged. “I don’t know… though something’s telling me four hours. The execution is at 3:00… so, we’ll get there around 11:00, and that will give us four hours to look around for Alice.”

Alvin nodded. “Okay. What sort of execution is it?”

“Burning at the stake, I think.”

Alvin cringed. “They were still doing that in the 1800s?”

Ginger shrugged again. “I don’t know. I guess so.”

“I noticed you fed the animals and got the produce like a pro.”

Ginger laughed. “Yeah. I feel like there’s some sort of… I don’t know. There’s something inside me that is guiding me along.”

Alvin nodded. “Same here. I’ve felt the same way. It’s weird.”

The ride went on for some time. Ginger and Alvin talked a bit longer, before going silent. After a bit, Alvin managed to fall asleep.

Ginger shook him awake some time later, and Alvin found that they had entered the streets of London. Horses, carts, and people were all over the place, yelling over each other, trying to be heard. The farmer stopped the cart, and Sarah climbed down. Ginger and Alvin climbed out as well.

“We’ll see ye at the square,” Sarah said. The farmer nodded in response.

The three of them made their way through the crowd, Sarah eagerly looking at shops and staring at the items displayed in the windows. Ginger and Alvin looked around frantically, hoping against hope that they’d see Alice somewhere, but they had no luck in this endeavor. Ginger asked if they could go to the square; Sarah nodded, making her promise that she’d stay there.

Thus liberated, Ginger and Alvin ran all over the place, calling Alice’s name. They got a few responses from some girls and women who were named Alice, but none of them were the Alice they were looking for. Towards the north end of the city was a castle, but they weren’t allowed to go any further. At around 2:00, they entered the square, where a stage had been built in the center of the area. In the center of the stage was a tall pole.

“This is ridiculous!” Alvin ranted. “Where could she have gone?!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her,” Ginger said, though she didn’t sound convinced. “She has to be around here somewhere.”

They spent another hour looking at the people in the square, but there was no sign of Alice. They found the farmer and his wife, and joined them, as the king’s guard started clearing a path for the royal family. A loud fanfare rang out across the square as the king and queen entered the square. Everyone kneeled before them, and the royal couple took their place on a balcony. Behind them, a middle-aged man- he appeared to be an advisor- and the princess also took their places on the balcony. Once they were seated, everyone stood up, and the criminal was led forward.

A scribe stood on stage and read a list of the crimes this man had committed- murder and robbery were the main ones. The man showed little remorse, and glared at everyone gathered there. Then, with a shout, there was a flash, an explosion, and he was engulfed in smoke.

There were screams and shouts from several of the bystanders as the stage was engulfed in the plume of black smoke. There was a loud crack, as that of wood, and the stake flew out of the cloud in crashed into a building, causing more screams. Ginger and Alvin joined everyone else in backing away from the cloud of smoke as best they could. The knights didn’t seem too thrilled with the idea of going forward, either.

Then, a strange voice began chanting, and the smoke began to be sucked into something, like a vacuum, revealing a man standing alone on the stage. It was a different man- not the criminal, not the scribe, not a knight… a new arrival. He was dressed casually, his face was full of wrinkles, and he held a crystal ball. Everybody cried out upon seeing him; Alvin felt shivers run down his spine, and Ginger gripped his hand tightly.

One of the knights, apparently a leader-type fellow, stepped forward. “Foul wizard!” he shouted. “What brings ye here?”

“Wizard?” Alvin whispered.

The man on the stage smiled. “Why, I’ve come for what’s mine,” he said. “The king and queen surely know of which I speak.” He turned to look at them, up in the balcony.

The king stood up, a hand on the hilt of his sword. “Lucifer, ye depraved wizard who takes the name of Satan for his own! Ye have no business here! Be gone, at once!”

Lucifer laughed. “Oh, surely ye wouldn’t cheat an old man like me out of what he’s earned? I have protected this land from many a hardships, and ye believe ye can just cast me aside?”

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