Pit 25

Icicene grunts as she works herself back through the hole in the palace walls, moving fast not to be seen by any guards that might still be chasing her, Naomi and Alonsa following close behind. As soon as she pushes the stone back into place, which turns and slides down to sit against the bolder, panting.
"Hey...are you alright?" Naomi asks.
Icicene looks up at her, a tear forming in her eye.
"Not really. In fact, I feel quite horid." Icicene answers, "I can not believe I left Tharin out there in the orchards."
"It's not your fault, Icicene." Alonsa says.
"In truth, it is, I do not need you to cheer me with those simple lies." Icicene says.
"Icicene.." Naomi says.
Icicene responds by standing and wiping her eyes, removing any trace of crying. Within moments, they find themselves in one of the white marble hallways, her footsteps silent as she rushes by each othe rooms. At last, they reach the door to Icicene's bedroom, shutting the door quietly, but quickly, turning to the wardrobe as soon as they're sure it's sealed. She quickly takes off her stain subdued skirts, replacing them with a orange tinted dress, simple, yet elegant. She brushes the shrub from her hair and puts gold assesories into her hair to dress it up, matching it with earrings, cuffs, and bands, replacing her spartian sandals with more elegant ones, a little heel on the back. Finally, after putting on some eyeshadow, she turns towards them.
"How do I look?" Icicene asks as she ties a gold cord around her waist.
"Depressed."Naomi answers.
Icicene sighs.
"Thank you so very much. I feel a thousand times better." Icicene commets sarcastically.
A sudden knock at the door makes them all jump in their skin.
"Your Higness? I have something for you." Asia's voice says from the other side of the door.
"Something for me?" Icicene asks as she opens the door, "What is it?"
"I do not know, but I found it outside with a arrow attached to it and a I, so I guessed it is for you." Asia answers as she hands a box to Icicene, an arrow attached to the top, an I marked on the arrow head, "I shall leave you to it."
Asia grins as she closes the door behind her, leaving Icicene once again alone in the room. She turns and looks over the box, noting the nice carvings along the sides of the box.
"What do you think it could be?" Naomi asks as she floats down to Icicene's side.
"I truly do not know." Icicene answers as she walks over to her bed, sitting down on the crisp clean sheets.
She sits the box down in front of her and quickly works at the rope holding the lid on to the bottom. When it finally comes loose, she lifts the lid to see what's inside.
Naomi and Alonsa float oer to see, and their eyes widen when they see what's inside.
Inside, beside a beautifully carved key, is the necklace Heru had given Calankaiana years ago, and the same Naomi wears around her neck, under her shirt.
"How beautiful." Icicene says as she looks over the necklace, a smile rising to her cheeks.
"Who..gave that to her..?" Naomi asks.
Icicene looks up at her.
"What is wrong?" Icicene asks.
Naomi becomes quiet as she takes the back of the chain holding the pendant and pulls it, revealing the same pendant that Icicene holds in her hands. The sight of it causes Icicene to gasp, putting her pendant back in the box before staring at Naomi's.
"How did you get your's?" Icicene asks.
"I got it from Alonsa." Naomi answers as she looks oer at Alonsa.
Icicene turns towards Alonsa.
"Were you the one that gave this to me?" Icicene asks.
Alonsa shakes her head.
"I did not." Alonsa answers, "And to tell the truth, that necklace had actually been given to Heru, and he later gave it to Neema's daughter, and so on and so forth. So the only person who could of had it must of been a descendent of Neema's daughter."
Icicene's eyes widen.
"You said Tharin was a descendent of this Neema, did you not?" Icicene asks.
Naomi's eyes now widen as well.
"That's right. Do you think he gave it to you?" Naomi asks.
Icicene shakes her head.
"I don't believe so. Remember that he didn't even know who I was when I met him in the orchards." Icicene answers.
"That is true." Alonsa agrees.
Icicene sighs as she lifts it over her head, placing the pendant nicely around her neck. Her thoughts then turn towards the key.
"What is this for?" Icicene asks as she picks it up, looking it over.
Naomi and Alonsa look over it too.
"Who knows, hae you lost any keys lately?" Naomi asks.
"No." Icicene answers.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.
"Yes?" Icicene calls.
"Icicene, it's me. Myla and I have come to help you get ready for tonight." Cleopatra's voice calls from the other side of the door.
Icicene grins.
"Alright, come on in." Icicene says as she puts the box aside.
Within minutes, Icicene is in the midst of her dressing, smiling brightly as she looks over the green silk. Soon, they redo her hair, pulling it back into a loose bun, strands of hair falling out, as designed, two gold headbands keeping it from becoming completely undone. In front of these two is a tiara, the gem sitting nicely in the middle of her forehead. Her earring are changed out for emerald dew-drop earrings, matching her emerald encrusted cuffs. They do her makeup next, using a plain paste to rid of any exposed blemishes. Next, they use powerful silver and gold eyeshadow to show out her eyes causing them to pop like blue flame.
After setting a light blush and faded pink lip stain, as it appeared to be, another knock at the door comes.
"Princess, Demetrius of Bactria has arrived and is waiting in the Throne Hall for you." a man says from the other side of the door.
Icicene sighs.
"Alright, I will be there soon."  Icicene calls back, getting up from her chair.
"Do you want one of us to come with you?" Cleopatra asks.
Icicene grins down at her.
"Would you want to come with me?" Icicene asks.
Cleopatra smiles.
"Yes, of course!" Cleopatra answers.
"Alright, let us go then." Icicene says as she takes Cleopatra's hand and begins to walk towards the door, looking back at Asia, "You may come as well."
Asia grins.
"As you wish, Princess." Asia says as she follows close behind the sisters.
Minutes later, Icicene, Cleopatra, Asia, Naomi, and Alonsa find themseleves standing in front of the door to the Throne Hall. As she stands there, Icicene feels her heart beginning to beat faster, something that Naomi senses, floating down to her side.
"Hey, it'll be alright." Naomi says, smiling.
Icicene grins.
"Thank you." Icicene answers as the door opens.
It reveals a long hall, a larger area at the other end, drapped by many sheer curtains hung from the high ceiling, skylights letting in some of the setting sunlight.
"Alright, you go on ahead Cleopatra." Icicene says as she lets go of Cleopatra's hand, "Asia, go with her."
Asia nods.
"Yes, Princess." Asia says as she takes Cleopatra's open hand, "Come along, Young Princess."
"See you in a minute, sister." Cleopatra calls over her shoulder as she walks ahead.
"See you then." Icicene calls back as she waves, smiling.
Cleopatra smiles and turns back following Asia close.
Icicene continues to grin as she watches Cleopatra go.
"She's such a great child." Alonsa comments.
"Indeed. I am happy to call her my younger sister." Icicene agrees.
"Well, shouldn't we follow them?" Naomi asks.
"Not yet." Icicene answers.
"Why not?" Naomi asks.
"I have not been announced yet." Icicene answers, "But as soon as we hear the horn, we shall go."
"What horn?-" Naomi starts.
Suddenly, a loud horn sounds from farther down the hall.
"That one." Icicene says as she begins to walk down the the tile floor.
"Hey, wait up." Naomi calls as she catches up with Icicene, Alonsa following close behind.
"Presenting her Royal Highness, the eldest daughter of King Antiochus the Third and Queen Laodice the Third, Rulers of the Selecuid Empire, the beautiful and wise, Princess Icicene 1 Penella." An announcer calls from the end of the hall, the curtains pulled back to reveal her as she comes to be about five feet from the entrance to the bigger area. She looks ahead to see her parents sitting at their thrones, a smaller one set inbetween them for her. And, by them, is an man, maybe 16, gawking at her as she strides gracefully towards the space, probably Demetrius the first of Bactria.
He's plump, but skinny enough that it's not too irritating to look at. His hair is brown, and curly, though short and well kept. A crown sits upon his head, dignifying him as royalty. His toga is made of expensive fabric, gold assesories mixed with his attire, as well as his Spartian sandals. He bows as she finally enters the space, seeing Cleopatra and Asia standing off to the side.
"My Lady, you are more gorgeous then they say. It is a honor to be in your pressence, Princess." Demetrius says as he bows once again.
Icicene grins.
...he doesn't seem that bad...
"Oh, forgive me for my manners. I am Demetrius the first of Bactria." Demetrius says as he walks closer to her.
"Pleased to make your aquantince, my Lord." Icicene answers as she curtsies, "And, as just spoken, I am Princess Icicene the first Penella of the Seleucid Empire."
"Humbled to make your aquantance." Demetrius says as he takes her hand, and kisses it.
"As you should be." Icicene says in the nicest way possible, getting an uneasy feeling as his lips leave her hand.
He grins as he escorts her to her throne, bowing as she sits, then stepping back.
"Now, what is it that you want with Princess Icicene?" Antiochus asks.
"Your Higness, if I might be so bold, I would like if I-" Demetrius starts.
"Your Majesty." a head guard interupts, coming from behind the throne.
"Alexios, what is the meaning of this interuption!" Antiochus yells, irritated by Alexios' actions.
"I am deeply sorry, my King, but we have caught a repeated fellin, and we wish that you pass judgement upon him." Alexios explains.
Antiochus sighs.
"Alright, bring him forth." Antiochus orders.
Alexios nods and makes some type of hand signal, triggering the men at the door to open it.
Already from inside, Icicene, Naomi, and the others can here a struggle from the other side of the wooden door, which is already half-way open.
"Let go of me, I am innocent!" a familiar young man's voice yells, causing Icicene's eyes to widen.
"Stay silent, ruffian!" another guard yells, before there's a loud crack noise, followed by an painful grunt.
Finally, the criminal is thrown into the room, beaten, and bleeding from his mouth. His clothes are torn and his bow n' arrow have vanished, probably confiscated.
"We found him in the palace orchards, we believe that their might of been another, but they got away before we could catch them, and this brute will not confess the person's idenity." one of the guards explains.
"That is because I do not know it myself. Besides, she did nothing." the man answers.
"No one told you to speak!" the same guard yells, hitting him again.
"Hey, calm down. Now boy, let's see your face." Antiochus says.
The guard takes his hair and pulls it back, revealing what Icicene was too scared to admit to herself.
Though, as he looks her dead in her eyes, it's inescapable now.
Tharin...

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Pit 24

Her jaw drops slightly as she stares at him, in shock, surprised to see him in such a random place.
"Naomi." Alonsa voice calls, surprising her a bit.
"Huh?" Naomi stutters, brought back to the somewhat reality.
She looks over to see Alonsa and Icicene staring at her, wondering why she hasn't followed them.
She sighs and floats over, looking over her shoulder to catch another glimpse of Heru, a.k.a. Tharin, only to see that he's now gone.
"What were you looking at?" Icicene asks in a quiet tone, only loud enough for Alonsa and Naomi to hear.
"I thought I saw something, but nevermind about it. Where are we?" Naomi asks, changing the subject.
"This is the Temple of Selene, the Goddess of the Moon. Though much smaller then ones in other city-states, this one is fine for this community." Icicene answers as she points to the great figure in the middle of the temple, the marble reflecting the sunlight coming through a skylight in the roof beautifully.
"Why are we here?" Naomi asks, gazing up at the statue.
"To pay our respect of course." Icicene answers, "For some reason, Selene has always been my favorite of the Gods and Goddesses, to the point of which my parents have called her to be my protector. And, to the extent of my knowledge, I believe she accepted it."
"That's nice." Naomi comments, smiling.
Icicene chuckles.
"In some light, yes, but I do believe some of the other Goddesses are angered with me." Icicene says.
Naomi and Alonsa blink in surprise.
"Why would they be angered with you?" Naomi asks.
"Because of the fact that I chose Selene without a second thought to be my protecting Goddess. My parents say that the night I was born, Hera ordered Poiseidon to kill me by causing a giant wave to flood the palace I was in. But, because it was night, Selene used her powers to cause the tide to be small if not none-existent, and saved me from premature death. Though, a priest did come come a month or two ago and said that Hera and Poiseidon might still wish death upon me." Icicene explains, "Though, because the water nearby is a river, only 27 hands at most, I believe I'll be alright."
"Good, but that still sounds rough." Naomi answers.
"It's alright, now excuse me." Icicene says as she walks towards an altar.
Naomi nudges Alonsa.
"Why are you allowing her to praise Gods and Goddesses when you now there's only one God?" Naomi asks.
"Because one, it's where she lives, and two, she actually is worshipping something og God." Alonsa answers.
Naomi's eyes widen in surprise.
"What?"
"You see, Naomi, Selene is actually an Angel of God. She's rather powerful and has been called by many names before, though Selene is her true name." Alonsa explains, "And Hera, she's an Angel too, the highest female Angel in Heaven, though her name is actually Serenity."
"Oh, what about the boys?" Naomi asks.
"They too are angels. Take Poiseidon for instance. He's a powerful Angel as well, but his real name is Phillip."
"What about Zeus?"
"Zeus, like Hera, is the Highest angel, except being a male. But you probably know him as the ArcAngel, Michael."
"Oh, I've heard of him." Naomi says.
Alonsa nods.
"As I hope you should."
"Alright, I have payed my respects." Icicene says as she walks back over, finishing the conversation between Naomi and Alonsa.
"Now where do we go?" Alonsa asks.
"Now, we go play." Iciene answers, running out of the temple, Naomi and Alonsa flying after.
"Play?" Naomi asks.
"You will understand when we start." Icicene reassures her, grinning.
Within ten minutes, the trio find themselves in a olive orchard, still as Iciene watches the skies.
"What are we-" Naomi starts.
"Hush!" Icicene whispers, quieting them.
Suddenly, Icicene whips her bow around, pulls the arrow back on the string, and let's it fly, all within 15 seconds.
"Why did you-?" Naomi starts again.
A large object falls to Earth with a hard thud, the arrow Icicene just shot sticking through it. Naomi and Alonsa float over and gasp when they see it's an ugly black crow bleeding on the ground, now dead.
"How the heck did you do that?!" Naomi asks, stunned by Icicene's aim.
"I was taught by a Spartian archer how to string a bow at the age of 5, then he taught me how to aim and shoot by putting me up against his men, all of which I defeated by the age of 7." Icicene answers.
"Wow..." Alonsa and Naomi answer.
Naomi looks at the bird, and notices something off.
"Hey, Icicene." Naomi asks.
"Yes, Naomi?" Naomi answers.
"Why are there two arrows in the bird you shot?" Naomi asks.
Icicene and Alonsa blink, taken by surprise.
"What?" Icicene asks, turning to see.
Her eyes widen as she looks at it, surprised to see that what Naomi said is true.
"Hello over there!" a familiar voice calls from over the hill.
Naomi's eyes widen as she watches who comes into view.
"It's Tharin.." Naomi whispers, loud enough only for Alonsa to hear.
Tharin, or Heru as she best knows her, wears a tan tunic, a leather belt fastened tight around his waist, matching his brown leather sandals. Like Icicene, he not only holds a bow n' arrow, but he actually looks younger then Heru, probably more 16 then 20. His hair is shorter, spiked at the tips actually.
"May I help you, boy?" Icicene asks.
Naomi looks over at her to see that Icicene doesn't have any idea who she's talking to! You would think that she would recognize her lover from her past life.
"Um, I would, if you would not mind, like to take my bird." Tharin asks.
Icicene raises an eyebrow.
"What do you mean "your bird"? I was the one that shot it down." Icicene says, bringing out Calankaiana.
"No, I'm afraid that I am the one that brought it down, I hit the wing." he answers, pointing at the arrow sticking out of the birds right wing.
Icicene laughs.
"Well, I hit it through the heart without looking." Icicene says, pointing at her own arrow.
Tharin grins and laughs.
"Alright, you may keep it." Tharin says, "Nice shot by the way, I've never even seen a skilled Archer do what you did."
"Then you better get out more." Icicene says, "In my day, I've met more men who could do what I just did with their eyes shut and shooting from 1000 hands away."
Tharin sighs.
"That's impressive, you must of visited Sparta or Athens."
"Both, in fact."
"Amazing, I wish I could travel to Athens." Tharin says.
Icicene becomes interested.
"Really? What would you do once you got there?" Icicene asks.
Tharin sits under one of the olive trees and sighs, before looking back up at her.
"I want to go to Egypt." Tharin answers.
Icicene's eyes widen.
"Egypt?" Icicene repeats.
Naomi senses Icicene's caution as Egypt is brought up, probably feeling nostalgic from Calankaiana's impact.
"Yes, I've learned from my parents and their parents that I meant for fortune there, for they say I'm a descendant of a Pharaoh." Tharin explains.
Naomi has chills go down her spine as his words sink in. Then, she turns towards Alonsa.
"Alonsa, is that true?" Naomi asks.
Alonsa sighs.
"Yes, after your death, Heru took the throne, and Neema, who after the fallen angel left changed her ways, and she married a good man, and had children. So, in retrospect, Calankaiana is Tharin's great something aunt." Alonsa answers.
"Wow." Naomi says, before turning back towards Icicene.
"That is an interesting reason, um.." Icicene starts, not knowing Tharin's name.
"Tharin."
"Tharin. I hope that you acheive your expections." Icicene says as she picks the bird up by the leg.
After a moment, she holds it out to Tharin, taking him by surprise.
"What are you doing?" Tharin asks.
"Giving you your prize." Icicene says as she gives him the bird, smiling.
Tharin stares at her for a moment, before smiling.
"I thought you hit it through the heart." Tharin says.
Icicene grins, stepping closer to him.
"I thought you wanted to eat it." Icicene answers him.
Tharin chuckles, taking the bird from her, now standing what feels like only inches from Icicene.
"Oh, and your name, my Lady?" Tharin asks.
Icicene blushes for the first time as Tharin calls her something noble.
"Uh, my name is-" Icicene starts.
"Trespassers!" A man yells from over the hill.
"Oh, no." Icicene says.
"Palace guards." Tharin says.
Icicene turns towards him in alarm.
"Tharin go! If they catch you, you will be imprisoned!" Icicene says.
"What about you?!" he asks, more worried about her then himself, surprising her.
"I will be fine, now run!" Icicene says, as she grabs his hand in one hand, her skirts in the other.
They run far into the orchard, hearing the guards calling in groups.
"Their pouchers! Capture them!" the same man calls, probably the head.
Without warning, Icicene feels a root come over her foot, her chance at freedom now dwindling.
"Ugh!" Icicene groans as she hits the ground.
"My Lady!" Tharin calls, not knowing Icicene's name.
"Stop, Ruffians!" the man calls.
Tharin looks over his shoulder, until he grunts and pushes Icicene ahead.
"Go!" Tharin says, pushing her on.
"But-" Icicene starts.
"GO!" Tharin snaps, causing Icicene to run as fast as she can.
"Keep going, and do not look back!" Tharin calls, his voice cutting off as the men over take it.
Naomi looks over and gasps as she looks at Icicene.
Tears stream down her face.

Pit 23

Naomi gulps as she floats over to Icicene, who's eyeing them causiously.
"Speak!" Icicene orders, taking Naomi and Alonsa both by surprise.
"Ok, ok, calm down." Naomi says, behind Alonsa now for some reason.
"Well, who are you?" Icicene asks again.
"Princess Icicene," Alonsa starts, her appearance startling Icicene.
"Asia, is that you?" Icicene asks.
Alonsa sighs.
"Yes, it is." she answers.
"B-But that is impossible, you just left the room!?-" Icicene starts.
"I know, in this time, I have left, but I'm from a different time, dear Princess." Alonsa explains.
Naomi lifts an eyebrow at Alonsa politeness.
...Why doesn't she treat me like this?...
"And who is the figure behind you with the voice that echoed mine?" Icicene asks, pointing as Naomi.
Naomi sighs and walks around Alonsa, Icicene entering the state of shock when she sees her face, a little like Calankaiana's was.
"Hey there, Icicene." Naomi says, smiling.
Icicene just gapes at her.
"W-Why-How do you look like me?!" Icicene asks.
Naomi sighs and puts her hand on Icicene head, causing Icicene to freeze in place.
"Icicene, I'm you, in another time" Naomi explains.
Icicene's eyes widen in shock.
"You...are me?" Icicene asks.
Naomi nods.
Icicene looks away for a moment, then sighs.
"For some reason that is still beyond me, I believe you." Icicene says as she looks up at Naomi, "But tell me one thing, why are you here?"
Naomi and Alonsa look at each other, before Naomi sighs.
"Icicene, we're here to see what Naomi used to be like in her past life as you." Alonsa answers, lying to an extent.
Icicene buys it.
"Well, alright. But tell me one thing. Why is it that I am the only that can see you?" Icicene asks.
"It's becuase since you and Naomi are the same person, you pretty much share a thread of the same soul." Alonsa explains.
Both Naomi and Icicene looks at her like a she's a fool, causing Alonsa to grin.
"Well, you two certainly are the same person, judging from that look." Alonsa says.
Icicene and Naomi look at each other, and smile, finding an unspoken trust in one another.
"Princess Icicene? Are you still in there?" Asia calls from the other side of the door.
"Y-Yes, be right out." Icicene calls before turning back to face Naomi and Alonsa, "Asia and the others cannot see you two, correct?"
"That's right." Naomi answers.
"Alright, just follow me then, we can speak later in the olive orchards." Icicene insturcts, before turning and walking towards the doors.
"Alright." both Naomi and Alonsa answer, floating close behind.
Icicene opens the door to see Asia smiling down at her, before taking her wrist.
"Come along, my Lady, you need to be fitted for your gown." Asia says as they turn down into another hallway off the one they had traveled through before.
Within minutes, they find themselves in another large room, fabric shrewn left and right in the most beautiful ways, sunlight trying to shine through the fibers. In the middle of the room sits a mirror and a short podium, probably for Icicene to stand on. Naomi soon finds herself correct as Icicne steps onto it, soon met by a plump older lady, probably in her 40s, maybe early 50s. The pair talk for a few minutes before the lady, who Icicene calls Myla,  disappears into a side room behind the mirror, soon returning with a dress made of the most elegant of silk, dyed to be a light green. Icicene blues eyes shine brighter as she spots the dress, happy with it in all ways.
"Oh Myla, this dress is gorgeous!" Icicene compliments, causing Myla to grin.
"Why, thank you, my dear." Myla answers, grinning as she helps Icicene onto the podium, "Now, allow me to fit this on you."
Icicene nods as Myla helps her get her dress off, and put the new party gown. Within minutes, Naomi finds herself gawking once againat Icicene's dress, watching as she spins gracfully in the finr silk. Of course, the dress has turned out wonderfully, the accents of gold, silver, and many different colored gems running down the front and the bottom of the skirts. Icicene laughs as the draped fabric dances around her feet as she spins. The top is the same as her other dress, though the draping is slightly different. Though, instead ofthe gold waist band of her other dress, she wears that of a deep green ribbon, stiched with multigemed accents through the middle of the band. She giggles and spins once again, happy as can be. Myla laughs, loving Icicene's young enthusiasm.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you are like that of a newborn bird, flapping your wings beautifully as if about to take flight!" Myla laughs, causing Icicene to glow in the happiest ways, "Alright, my dear, it's time you take it off until the ball tonight. I shall send it to your chamber in a while."
"Oh, please Myla, allow me to where it to my rooms, I'll do all in my power to make sure no one sees me go." Icicene pleads, not wanting to take off her dress.
Myla thinks for a moment, before she sighs and grins.
"Oh, alright, but be sure to take your other skirts with you, I don't your siblings coming in here and stealing your ideals." Myla finally answers, handing Icicene her other dress.
Icicene nods.
"Yes, yes of course, thank you Myla." Icicene says as she jumps off the podium and walks to the door, giggling as she walks.
Soon, they return back to Icicene's room, and find themselves talking about Icicene and her life.
Apparently, she had been born in a summer palace off the water, now known as the mederteranian sea. She's really close to her young brother, and has been since she was born. Icicene has never been educated in mathmatics, but she is a great follower of literature and is one the best archers in Greece. And, even though she is a Princess, she admits that has never been outside the orchards of the village below, and when she does go out, she's in a carriage hiding her from the world, and she's not let outside the borders of the palaces she does visit.
It's now, as she listens to Icicene, Naomi discovers that Icicene is a very sheltered girl, not from love like Calankaiana, but from the outside world.
She turns to looks over at Alonsa.
"Well, you sure did give her love, Alonsa," Naomi starts, grabbing Alonsa's attention, "But, when you said you would give her love, I didn't think that you would not let her step outside."
Alonsa sighs.
"It was not me that didn't allow her to go out, it was her Mother." Alonsa answers.
Naomi's eyes widen.
"Really?" she asks.
Icicene nods.
"Yes, for some reason, Mother believes that I'll be attacked if I walk out of the boundaries of the Palace." Icicene explains.
Calankaiana suddenly pops into Naomi's mind, causes her to shrink a little.
Suddenly, Icicene stands and walks over to the to her wardrobe, pulling her skirts off over her head, leaving her only in her last two skirts. Quickly, she looks in her wardrope, and pulls out a green shaded dress, which seems to have grass stains running down the skirt.
"Icicene, what are you doing?" Naomi asks as Icicene pulls it over her head.
"Escaping." Icicene answers, grabbing a bare, rope cord hidden in the wardrope.
"Escaping?! What do you mean?" Alonsa asks, surprised by Icicene's answer.
"I'm going outside the orchards." Icicene answers as she ties the rope around her waist, causing the dress beautifully on her body.
Soon, they find themselves hiding from guards passing by, hoping not to be seen. But, while he passes, Icicene, steals his bow, and somehow works out 14 of his arrows, only leaving six behind. Still in shock that she was able to do that, Naomi and Alonsa watch as she works her way through some cracks in the palace walls, hidden by a large stone that Icicene must of placed herself. Within seconds, the trio are in a busy square, full of commoners and other children. Icicene grins as she runs past the people towards a large temple up a hill at the edge of the bustling city.
When they finally make it, Icicene calms and walks into the large building, pasting people who have no idea they're passing their Princess.
Naomi looks around in ah of their surroundings, wishing that she had more time to look around. Soon, she turns and looks around, and gasps.
Tharin..