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Chapter 3: (Grace) I had awoken to a rather unpleasant scene-unfamiliar hands in uncomfortable places. More commonly known as my thigh. I saw an older face, not too aged, but wise, look up in surprise, obviously not expecting my awaking. I jerked back with a scream, landing a powerful kick to the man's stomach. "WHO ARE YOU?!!" Pain burst up again from the wound, and I cursed myself for being so stupid. Nick scrambled to get through the door. "Grace, calm down. This is Maximus. He's a doctor and a good friend of mine. He's just gonna fix you up."  I did calm down, only by the knowledge that King Stephen's men didn't get me. And that I

Chapter 2: (Nick) Heart thumping. Arrows whizzing. Twigs cracking. None I could stop to think about. I was running not only for my life but my partner in crime's too. She was unconscious in my arms. She might've died back there if I didn't go back for her. She was hurt and if I didn't find a faster way out of here we might as well have been dead. I heard something though. "Horses," I said under my breath. There were horses nearby. They sounded like the enemy. I knew I needed to take one of their horses and fight. The sound of the horses hooves hitting the ground grew louder and louder. I had to find a spot to lay Grace down. I found a ledge

“Your voice was very...moving tonight, Madame.” Tintin’s ears still throbbed, but he smiled through the pain and kissed Castafiore’s hand graciously. “Don't you agree, Captain?” “What..? Oh yes, lovely. Simply...astounding.” “Oh, you make me blush!” Laughed Castofiore cheerfully. “And what did you think of my dear friend, Miss Grace Shan?” “She was marvelous. Extremely talented. Speaking of, where is the girl?” “Oh, she'll be down in a moment. Makeup, dress, you know how us ladies are!” “Ah. Does she have a career as a singer? I've nev

The phone rang two times before Tintin could reach it. “Hello?” A cheery feminine voice responded without pause. “Hello!! My dear Tintin!! What a coincidence, I was hoping I could catch you!!” Tintin smiled to himself, recognizing the vibrant voice of his friend, Bianca Castafiore. “Good morning, Madame. And what do I owe the pleasure?” “Oh, you silly boy! I’ve had the pleasure of singing in your town, your theater! What a pleasure to entertain my favorite friends again!” She laughed, making the phone cackle with static. “I've met the most wonderful girl on one of my performa

Chapter 1:(Grace) My long legs cut swiftly through the knee-high forest shrubbery. Heart racing, I slid under a fallen tree, dirt and muck staining my knees brown. An arrow whizzed by my head, barely missing me, and I looked to my left automatically. My best friend, and well known partner-in-crime pulled back his bow and let an arrow fly at the angry mob behind us. "Nick! Keep to your left!" Nick ducked, grabbing my arm and pulling me up a small ledge. "This was your idea!" "Well it's not my fault-" "Hey, watch it!" He pointed to an enemy scout that had whipped out his bow. This honestly was my fault, I admitted to myself as I aimed a succ

"Grace?" Rapunzel/Grace did not reply. She knelt down to place two red roses on Zelina's grave. "Roses were her favorite flower," She murmured. Emma wrapped her arm around Grace's. There was silence. "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." "Was she really your mother?" Grace looked away. A moment of silence went by.  Finally, "No." Emma looked down at the grave, then back at Grace. Her voice was barely audible, even in the silence. "I thought she was, for the longest time. She wanted me to." "How did you find out she wasn't?" "I know what love is, Emma. I've never been like that with anyone. When people saw me, they were frightene