YE OLE SWITCHEROO

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Luke

 

Seth had to be an idiot and get knocked out by one of the men. Why was he laughing anyway? They put us on the back of their horses and started towards our next destination. The forest was treacherous as we continued on, with thorns and crows at every corner. I almost talked to the men a few times but thought better of it. We stopped by a lake and they all got off their horses and left us on. They gathered around in a group and started talking, I have no idea about what but they kept looking back at Seth and I. I decided that whatever they were saying they obviously didn’t want me to hear so I turned around to look at Seth. It was so weird knowing that Seth was in my body and that I was in his. When the men had called me the handsome one I almost doubled over in laughter. Seth was still out cold so I turned around to face the men. They came back to the horses and ripped the duct tape off my mouth.

 

         “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”

 

That seemed to wake Seth up because next thing I knew he was on the floor. They surrounded me and the lead man grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I got up and looked at all these men. Seth said that they were just nerds but they looked far from them. They all wore black boots that went up to their knees and shawls that looked like those out of The Three Musketeers movie (crosses and everything). They all had beards except for the one that seemed to be the leader. He had his sword drawn and unlike the rest, had what looked like armor on. He looked about 20-21 years old and was far from a nerd. He had black hair that came down to his shoulders and blue eyes that looked a lot like Ashley’s. He was as big and as brawn as Seth (or me?) and looked as stupid as him too. They pushed Seth and I together before they spoke.

 

            “Who art thou and where do thee venture from?”

 

They scrutinized us and next thing I heard was Seth laughing. I elbowed him in the back and he immediately stopped.

 

             “Dude, you guys take your little act way too seriously.”

 

I felt Seth go limp behind me and I rolled my eyes. He was always such an idiot. They brought him back to the horse he was on and turned to me.

 

             “Are thou a spy for Spain?”

 

I had no idea how to answer him so I just shook my head. Where were we? The leader motioned for his men to take me away. When I was back on the horse, I heard the leader yelling.

 

             “Capture the girl! She is trying to flee.”

 

I looked where he was pointing and saw the girl, who was on his horse, trying to escape still tied up and with the bag over her head. She was hopping and making little progress. They got her and brought her back to the horse, wiggling and what seemed like kicking. The leader went over to her and slapped her, which seemed to work because she stopped. We continued through the forest and then it started to pour. They sped up the horses which was not comfortable. The horses were running so fast and going up and down so fast that my head felt like a bobble head. We got soaked but soon we slowed down. Through the rain I could not see much but I thought that I made out a wall as tall as the sky. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I was all alone in a room that I had never seen before. The bed I was in felt like it was made out of real satin and it was all red with gold lacing. I got out of the bed and realized that I had no shirt on and my pants had been changed to a bright blue tunic about knee length and socks about ankle length both felt like they were made entirely of silk. The room was all white and was decorated with blue trimmings around the walls. I went to the mirror which looked as if it were mad of gold. When I saw myself I just about screamed. Everything about me was Seth. My hair was curly and came about ear length and my eyes were a light brown. I had abs for the first time in my life. As I was examining my biceps, the door opened. I turned around and saw a young girl walk in with a bowl of water and cloth. She had her head down but I could tell that she was no older than 12. She had straight brown hair that fell to about her butt and was wearing a gray dress that covered her entire body minus her collarbone area. She bowed to me and spoke in a voice that sounded like it should belong to a mouse.

 

        “Sir, milady asked that I come and clean up thou wounds, if you would premise.”

 

I hadn’t realized I had any scratches until she pointed them out. I looked back in the mirror and realized that I had stitches running along the side of my stomach and a gash on my forehead. I looked back at her and nodded. She walked to the bed and patted where I should sit. I sat down and she began.

 

         “What’s your name?”

 

Befuddled, she looked at me for the first time. As if realizing she did something wrong, she quickly looked away before I got a good glimpse of her.

 

          “Your, sir?”

 

I nodded.

 

          “Your name.”

That didn’t seem to help.

 

          “Forgive me, sir, but are thou asking me my name?”

 

I nodded and now I was confused. What did I have to forgive her for? Was I not speaking English?

 

          “You may call my servant, for that is what I am to thee.”

 

I shook my head.

 

        “I want to know your real name.”

 

She looked at me for good this time and I could make out the features of her face. She had high eyebrows above her dark brown eyes and lips that looked tight. Her cheeks looked like that of a five yeard olds, chubby and plump. She had a scratch that led from her chin all the way up to the right side of her nose, which was large. She was paper white. She turned away.

 

        “What is this place?”

 

        “This is the castle of the King Edward of England.”

 

King Edward? I thought that Queen Elizabeth was ruling over England right now? Didn’t her son Edward just marry that woman Kate?

 

         “And the year?”

 

She giggled.

 

          “My, sir, those men must have truly hurt thou head. Tis the first year of Edward’s reign over this majestic country.”

 

She must have read my face because she continued.

 

           “Tis the year 1461”.

 

I fell back onto the bed and felt like throwing up. How could I be in the year 1461? I started to hyperventilate and whatever her name was got up. She climbed on the bed and started patting the wet cloth on my head. It helped a little but not much. I sat up and accidently splilled her water. Her dress was soaked and she got off the bed and started patting herself down.

 

          “I am so sorry.”

 

She waved her hand at me.

 

          “Tis was my fault, good sir.”

 

I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose.

 

           “No, it was my fault. Please, let me help.”

 

I grabbed the towel and started to help but she pushed me away.

 

          “Milady will not be happy if she catches thou helping me.”

 

I shrugged. Something I had not though of popped into my head.

 

          “Where is my brother?”

 

She looked at me, confused, and shook her head.

 

           “Does thou mean the man who the guard brought here with thou, sir?”

 

I nodded. I was guessing that she meant our kidnappers.

 

            “He was thrown in the room adjacent to thine, through that door, sir.”

 

She pointed to a big red door on the side of the room lined with knobs of silver. I wasted no time in running to Seth.

 

Seth

 

I woke up to Luke shaking me with his shirt off. I jumped up when seeing him and started laughing. He looked like an idiot. He was wearing something that looked like puffy dress pants. He punched me in the arm and motioned to me. Suddenly serious, I got up to look in the mirror. I was wearing exactly what he was, with my shirt off and everything, except my pants were silver instead of blue. I looked around for a shirt because Luke’s stomach was repulsive. While my body had muscle everywhere and was tan all over, his was scrawny and whiter than paper. I wanted my nice bod back. I pulled on a shirt and looked at the room. It was covered in red paint except for purple designs throughout the walls. It had a dresser that looked like a professional carpenter did it and the bed was fucking amazing. The bed was huge and had tons and tons of sheets; the sheets were all white with black swirls on the corners. I jumped on the bed and Luke rolled his (MY!) eyes. He sat on the bed. I heard the door open and a little girl walked in. She looked like she was 5 and had really long hair. She bowed to us and I bent my head towards her. Whoever these people were, they were really nice. She walked over to Luke and bowed. He bowed his head and looked to me.

 

          “Seth this is…”

 

She kept looking down and answered in a whisper.

 

          “…Jessie.”

 

Luke smiled.

 

        “Jessie and she is going to take care of us for her master or whatever.”

 

She looked confused by his words but didn’t say anything. Luke approached her.

 

        “Jessie, do you think that you can please give my brother and I some alone time?”

 

She nodded and scurried out the door. As soon as the door shut behind her, Luke practically ran to my bed.

 

        “Seth, don’t be an idiot for five seconds and listen to me.”

 

I nodded like I was actually paying attention.

 

        “Seth, listen.”

 

He slapped me and I looked at him. I couldn’t do anything to him because of his stupid body and it sucked.

 

        “SETH, LISTEN, WE WENT BACK IN TIME!”

 

Black engulfed everything.