Torako
woke up to an alarm clock ringing on the desk beside her bed.She
didn’t own an alarm clock. She definitely wouldn’t own one that rang by the
apparatus of a hammer between two bells. And even if she did, she most
certainly wouldn’t keep it on her desk. Plus, it was a Saturday, and Saturday
mornings were for sleeping, so even avoiding all of the above points, she wouldn’t have set the alarm last night.She
sat up, grabbed the clock and held the hammer down with her finger until she
figured out how to switch it off, and then picked up the folded piece of paper
that had been underneath the device. It was a short note, written in flowing
script, and though it wasn’t signed Torako knew exactly who it was from.“Fricking
demon,” she muttered to herself, rolling out of bed and fumbling for her
warmest clothes. “Weekend before semifinals and he pulls this…gonna clock him
good when I get my hands on…dammitall…”The
note lay open on her pillow.Torako Lam (Lady Knight): I, the Winter King
All-Cold, have kidnapped your dear Prince Bentley. If you wish to see him alive
again, grasp the Bell-Clock in your hand and declare your intent. You will be
transported to my castle, where I look forward to seeing you.It was
gonna be one of those days.
Dragons are Overkill
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