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The Coldest Heart {4}

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By MisZ_d3mEAn0R Send DollMailSend EmailVisit WebsiteAIMYIM
Created: 2008-03-10 23:38:21 All stories by MisZ_d3mEAn0R

The citizens of Wilwaren responded differently when they learned of their new king and queen.

Most of them, like their rulers, were evil, and very fond of the Professor and his cruel ways.

But there were a few--hardly any--who despised the royal family. As soon as they heard that the Professor and Silver had replaced their previous rulers, they held council in the small, dirty shack belonging to Mirabelle Hanson, their undisputed leader. Mirabelle sat at the head of an old, rickety table, surrounded by Tom Hanson, her husband; Moira Berton, her neighbor; David Hawthorne, her childhood friend; and Sarah Hawthorne, his wife.

"This meeting is called to order," announced Mirabelle, rapping on the table for attention. She was in her late twenties, with a halo of glossy, dark hair, an olive complexion, and sparkling green eyes.

Moira sighed. "Mirabelle," she murmured, "wouldn't it be better not to do this? If they find us, we will surely be executed, and--"

Sarah Hawthorne leapt up from her seat, managing to knock over a chair in the process. "How DARE you, Moira Elizabeth Berton?" she hissed. "You prize your life above the fate of Wilwaren! You don't care that our king is an insane maniac!! I'm ashamed to even be seated in the same room as you! You deserve nothing more than--"

Sarah immediately fell silent under the glare of Mirabelle. "This isn't the time for arguing," she warned. "You can do that later. Right now, we must focus on getting rid of the king."

Tom Hanson nodded. "The Professor is much more evil than King Thorold ever was. I've heard that he actually murdered the previous king and queen."

Mirabelle nodded, eagerly. "That's why we must get rid of him, before an even darker shadow is cast over Wilwaren." She turned to David Hawthorne. "What do you think?"

His expression was grave and somber as he said, "The Professor must die."

"What about Silver Fayeren?" asked Sarah.

"She must die as well, and that's all there is to it," declared Tom. David nodded.

"How will we go about killing them?" asked Moira, the worry returning to her whiny voice. "How could you all even think about murder? Killing the king is high treason, and I'm not going to get into--"

Before Moira could duck, or run, Sarah Hawthorne had slapped her across the face.

"Ouch!!" protested Moira, rubbing her reddening cheek. "That hurt!! Why the hell would you slap me like that?"

"For being a selfish, lying, evil, wicked--"

"STOP!!" bellowed the normally silent David. "Fighting won't get us anywhere! What we need is someone who's not afraid to kill the Professor--someone who truly despises him."

All eyes immediately turned to Tom, who shook his head incredulously. "Me? You want ME to assassinate the Professor?"

"Well, honey, you happen to be the most capable out of all of us," grinned Mirabelle. "You're strong, brave, willing to kill, you know magic, and--"

"Woah, woah, woah," spluttered Sarah. "Tom knows magic? That's great!!"

"I knew there was something weird about him..." muttered Moira, narrowing her hateful eyes.

Sarah raised her hand to slap Moira again, but Mirabelle immediately stood up and crossed her arms. "You aren't five-year-olds, so PLEASE keep your hands to yourselves."

David gave her a grateful smile, then turned to Tom. "So how much magic do you know?"

"Not much," admitted Tom, sheepishly. "The only reason I'm even capable is because there's a tiny drop of it in my blood. But it could be enough to get past the Professor. I'll bet the idiot doesn't even know magic."

Mirabelle's eyes twinkled as she said, "Great. Then you'll assassinate the Professor now."

Tom's incredulous look returned, as he raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "Are you insane?!? It's the middle of the day! The castle will be crawling with guards!"

"The guards won't be suspicious of a man who arrives in broad daylight. That's why you're going now." Mirabelle stood up and pushed Tom towards the door.

"Hold on for just a second, Tom. How are you going to kill the Professor? You can't kill by magic, can you?" asked David, frowning thoughtfully.

"N--no...I hadn't thought of that," confessed Tom. "I guess I'll need a knife, or something..."

Sarah pulled a shining dagger out of her purse. "Here. Use this." She tossed the dagger to Tom, who caught it neatly.

"Why do you have a dagger?" asked Moira, peevishly. "Are you really that violent? Do you go around killing people?"

Sarah stood up, slowly. Her limbs shook with rage and her eyes glistened with hatred. "My only son was mugged and killed three years ago," she whispered, in a dangerously soft voice. "I suppose he could have fought back--if he'd had a weapon."

Moira muttered something rude about “freakish lies and obessions” and immediately rose to leave. She slammed the rotting, wooden door behind her.

"Thank god," murmured Mirabelle, relieved. "I never did like her, but she simply INSISTED on coming."

David and Sarah stood up as well. "We'd best be going," said Sarah, smiling graciously. She turned to Tom and shook his hand, vigorously. "Good luck, Tom." David nodded his gratitude and gently shut the door.

Clutching Sarah's dagger, Tom turned to leave as well. "Bye, Mirabelle. I guess I should leave now…" He opened the creaky, wooden door, but before he could step outside, Mirabelle pounced on him and crushed him with a rib-cracking hug, as she sobbed passionately into his chest. “I don’t want you to go,” she wept, shuddering in her grief. “But you’ve got to. You’re the only one who can. I love you, Tom…”

He managed a tiny half-smile. "I love you too. Don't worry...I'll be back before you know it..."

Mirabelle's cheeks were drained of all color and her eyes were dull and glassy. "I know you will."


"Does Tom die, or not?" I asked, breathlessly. Unwillingly, I was slowly becoming more and more addicted to Aralyn's story--because that's what it was. It was just a story. I refused to believe that any of it had actually taken place, because that would be completely absurd, and illogical.

"Can't you just LISTEN for a few minutes!??" bellowed Aralyn.

I giggled. I couldn't help it. "Yeah. Sorry."

"Good. Because I'm getting fed up with you and your questions. I'll GET to Tom in a minute, okay?"

Rolling her eyes, she continued.


Tom stood nervously in front of the looming north wall of the Fayeren castle. Tendrils of ivy snaked up the grey stone, and they were the reason Tom had chosen the north wall.

It was time to use magic.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he summoned all the willpower he had into his trembling fingertips and yelled, "THICKEN!!"

Nothing happened.

He sighed, dejectedly. He remembered what his grandfather, his instructor in magic, had told him...

"Emotion is the key. You can't just SAY something and expect it to happen. You have to mean it. You can't just think of any old emotion, either. You have to TRULY believe in the magic that you perform."

Tom closed his eyes once more, and thought of Wilwaren, his homeland. How he despised it...surely, it would be an improvement if it was destroyed by the Professor. But thoughts of his loved ones, who relied on the outcome of his attempt to assassinate the Professor, seeped into his mind and diluted his anger. They needed him. The time was now.

"Thicken," repeated Tom, this time in a hoarse whisper.

He numbly watched the vines thicken until they were as dense as a small dictionary. He tested the lowest vine with his foot; it held. Hand over hand, he began to scale the towering stone wall. Several times, he lost his balance, and had to scramble wildly for a steady handhold. After an hour of toil, he finally arrived at a thin, slit window. Clutching a strong vine in his left hand, he hoisted himself up so that he had a decent view of the Professor, who was sitting harmlessly in a cushy armchair in front of a crackling fire. Tom raised his dagger, aimed it at the Professor’s balding head, and released his weapon.

At that moment, Queen Silver Fayeren burst into the room and shrieked at the sight of the glinting steel dagger that was now speeding towards the Professor.

It came to her in a flash—the only way to stop the dagger was magic. Frantically, she stammered the first command she could think of. “FREEZE!”

It worked. The dagger froze.

But so did everything else.


[[In case you didn't read the previous one, the Professor DOES know magic. Tom was just an ignorant fool; that's all. Thanks for reading!!]]

Member Comments  

All My Stories
Posted On: January 22, 2011
im sorry its too long yea im llazy to read it but guess wat

i read 5 whole books of like 34576 pages! thats a record and im only 16

United Kingdom
All My Stories
Posted On: March 23, 2008
Ok Neela I know I already commented, but seriously you told me what happens next and you make me sad. At least you actually have a planned plot fo rthis series!


All My Stories
Posted On: March 17, 2008

United Kingdom
All My Stories
Posted On: March 12, 2008
Tom cannot die! I see why everything is cold now! It makes so much sense! Keep me posted and I repeat DO NOT make Tom die!



All My Stories
Posted On: March 11, 2008
Tom better not die, or I'll cry. lol. I love this chapter, (Sarah is pretty cool too). XDD 5's!


P.S I'm getting a new account, so when you come out with the next chapie, could you DM it there? You can find the username on my pro. (: Thanks.

Lake Saint Louis, MO
All My Stories
Posted On: March 11, 2008
Ha I'm so pround of you Neela. Another masterpiece.

Now, I want more of Taila's story!!!

KEep meupdated!


Colorado Springs, CO
All My Stories
Posted On: March 10, 2008
Nice! I hope the professor dies! Keep me posted, it's really good!

Sa rah

United Kingdom
All My Stories
Posted On: March 10, 2008
Very good and suspenseful!

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