Patience is a virtue. As is topping.

Day 7 

Elizabeth was listening.

“I am the son of The Illusionist and The Man of A Thousand Words,” John said. Elizabeth’s mind raced. Those aren’t names! What do you call your father; TMATW? She held her tongue, quite literally, as she clamped her teeth on it and kept it tightly clenched, and thus was forced to keep her mouth closed. John was going against everything he was told not to do when talking with the strangers from Reality. But the words… remember the poem! She must be the ‘lantern on the snowy plain.’ He thought to himself. Of course, this would be nonsense to anyone who thought differently than John did. He saw everything as a possibility. However, before he could tell Elizabeth about the poem, he must first start at the begining, which meant… everything. John hated unnecessary words. Elizabeth attempted to prompt him, but she had forgotten to remove her tongue from between her front teeth, and her “well?” became an almost incompressible “lell?” She didn’t know wether to be embarrassed or amused. 

“Father wrote a poem… or really; he found a poem, because-“ John realized that Elizabeth was looking at him with an expression of utter confusion. He disliked explaining things. 

“Words aren’t written, they're found,” John could still see that he wasn’t making much sense, but he blundered on, “The poem was about the real ruler of Decepmyth and the evil successor of Queen Magenta”- Elizabeth giggled at the words “evil successor.”- “ and that’s all.” John ended abruptly. 

“That’s all?” Elizabeth looked disappointed. John felt the need to resume his mysterious disposition. 

“I cannot tell you everything,” he said simply, flourishing the edge of his cloak for dramatic effect. 

“Let’s hear the poem,” Elizabeth said eagerly; she all at once forgot the attempt she had made earlier at being an innocent, well-mannered young lady. Oh well. She might as well be who she was. 

“You’ll hear it in due time,” he announced. John preferred keeping secrets to telling them. The pair ducked a second later as a whoosh of air announced a dragon flying overhead. 

“They didn’t see us,” John breathed. 

“Why is that good? They could have taken us up to the mountain with the others!” 

“No, we stay.” The more Elizabeth talked, the more his suspicions about her became confirmed. I know who you are now, he thought, looking at Elizabeth’s grey blue eyes. His plans would need some serious altering.  

Aw thanks everybody! I'm glad you like my writing! Day 8 will be soon (I have to carefully think out this poem/prophecy)!