Chapter-6

My first day was pretty normal. Or as normal as it can be in a palace full of wonders. My first to weeks went in a blur. I got my daily assignments from Bella. Each time I saw her it didn't make it any easier. Everyday I saw the hurt in her eyes and felt her heart begging for forgiveness. Everyday I wished I would forgive her cause, maybe she did not mean to do it. Maybe she didn't mean to do it. Maybe she was forced to give info. Maybe she was tortured to give info.!! I kept repeating this as a mantra in my head. I even believed it. And as much as I wanted to forgive her I just couldn't bring myself to do so. And I would not even have forgiven her if the conversation was left up to me. "Hey!" Said Bella snapping me out of my thought abyss. She sounded panicked and scared. Then she cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Snowgarden..." In a low and painful voice. Almost as if she had been smacked with sudden reality and was still suffering from the after shock. I blinked at her and nodded. "We may, kinda be under attack. So, we have to rush to the nearest safe room." She said hurriedly and took my hand. It was then I realized the sounds of battle coming through the door. Weird, how one can be so engrossed in their work that they don't even notice that they are under attack. And after registering the previous thought I started to register panic. I found that Bella was tugging at my hand and urging me to come with her. Being a mindless, panicked zombie at the time, (don't judge) I let her lead me. We raced past halls filled with guards battling each other. Bella even shot a few (I had no idea she had a gun. I need to be much more careful around her now. If I spoke a wrong remark maybe I will have a bullet in my head the next second). And boy, was she good! At the end of a few thousand years we reached a painting of an extremely fat man. And then I looked at her in exasperation. Come on! I mean a fat man is going to help us, how?! Couldn't the royal palace have put it in some place much, much less weird? She shrugged apologetically, although the corners or her mouth were twitching. I shook my head as slides the painting just enough to allow us to get in. She jumped in and I stepped in beside her. An then I felt her handkerchief being pressed to my nose and the next thing I knew I was being engulfed by darkness. My last thought? Chloroform.