In the middle of the mammoth-sized ocean positioned a diminutive isle by the name of Jarca. A mere country whose economy is superb, but highly unknown by the rest of the world. Castles dominate the island, the origin of circa 1200s. The island of Jarca is, in any archaeologist’s words, a dreamer’s paradise. Sparkly wet cobwebs draped over the towering trees. A vast canopy of stars blanketed the heavens above called the skies. Drops of water showered the land as if it were sprinkles. Waves were splashing against sharp pointy rocks that seem almost chilling.
However, on the night of September 28th, something happened that eclipsed the natural beauties.
The gleaming eyes that seemed to be almost cat-like were awfully conspicuous and hard to miss. Yet, the Royal Guards of the Palace of Bloom appeared to be dim-witted enough to actually miss this woman. She prowled and roamed silently, like a cheetah aiming for its prey. Her long spider-like legs hit the pavement with such grace it was as silent as a feather stroking the ground. After diving into a bush swathed with roses of all colors, beeping emerged. A crackly voice soon followed.
“Did you get her?”
She dug into her pocket, angered by her foolish assistant’s nerve to actually call her while on a mission. What if she had been found and this island endorsed immediate execution? “Not yet. Do not call me until I press the button.”
The radiant moonlight reflected on the burnished cell phone, the symbol of their bunch of criminals beaming. Her heart pounded harder by the second as she stared at the glossy sticker. The tattoo located on her arm throbbed more than usual. Was she actually doing this?
She shook the funnel of doubting thoughts. This mission lived to be her top priority. Afterwards, she lunged out of the shrub, committing a series of cartwheels and flips she had acquired from a long career. Deciding on the spur of the moment, she ceased to move. She immediately contacted her boss.
“Yes?” The dark and smoky voice boomed from the other line. “Sir, it’s me.” A long pause occurred long enough to cause. “Shouldn’t you…”
“I know. But there are guards all over the place.” She lied convincingly, a skill she had earned years ago. “Distract them. Throw a rock at a pile of twigs and they will get alarmed, if there are still people, knock them unconscious.” The line became utterly dead much to her dismay. Inhaling and exhaling, the smell of coconuts watered her eyes.
She entered the majestic castle. A peaceful aura of the house made her shift uncomfortably. It felt extremely wicked to approach someone’s abode and no one causing a commotion. Abruptly, loud music drowned all noise from a radius of approximately ten miles from the castle. It appeared to be rock music, something that she used listen to just three years ago. Imitate a cougar. Kidnap quietly.
Screeching obscured the loud metallic sound; the beautiful princess of Jarca was under her captive. She caged her inside of her...