The Magic Within ↠ Once Upon A Time

[Chapter 27] Operation

Hey guys, yep... I'm not dead. Yea sorry about that, but after my finals I've been so relaxed that I learned how to sleep again XD. I just decided that I should take some time to relax so I wanted to at least get a week off and get myself put together before I actcually start on writing. But, now I'm getting right back to work. So, it's been taking me some time to make some more chapters, but I'm doing all I can. 

(TBH, I was up 'til late in the night trying to get this chapter done, and then some...) But, I present to you another awesome chapter!!!! :D Hopefully, this extra long chapter will help makeup the fact that I was gone for so long... *cries*

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy the chapter...

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Tarza didn't know how long she had been with the humans. She was too busy trying her best to answer as many of their questions as possible. Though Quincy was speaking as slowly as possible for the young girl to understand, Tarza was having trouble keeping up with all his questions. But, it didn't bother her; after all, the sooner she can answer their questions the faster the humans can leave.

After answering a handful of questions, though Quincy surely wanted to ask more (and, Tarza would gladly answer), Jean decided to stop his father. It was getting late, and Jean knew his father had to get some shut eye. Quincy did resist but his son wasn't having any of it, but Jean did promise that once he gets a night rest then he will have the energy to go on for the next 24 hours. That's what finally convinced the old man. After saying his goodbyes to the young girl, Quincy allows his son to guide him back to his sleeping quarters, leaving Tarza behind with Clayton.

As the two figures disappear from their sights, Tarza looks up at the sky, and she gasps. Dawn was barely approaching. Tarza surely stayed with the humans longer than she anticipated; she has to get back to the troops before her papa wakes up. If Kerchak wakes up before Tarza returns, then he'll surely throw a fit.

With that, Tarza quickly rises from her seat, barely realizing how numb her bum was after hours of sitting on such an uncomfortable chair. But, as she rose, so did Clayton. The gentleman definitely towered over the young girl.

"Well, Tarza, you surely did help Mr. Porter with his research," Clayton comments.

"Your... welcome," Tarza says.

"I do believe that he's gotten more information off of you than from a textbook back home."

"Very good!"

"You surprise me, Tarza, and I'm curious. How did you manage to speak English so well?"

She raises an eyebrow before placing a finger on her chin. Unfortunately, this was the only answer she wasn't able to answer. After a few moments, she drops her arm and shrugs. "I don't... remember."

"Such a shame, if you could've remembered, I would've gladly brought you back to your home."

"But... my home is here."

"Living with a bunch of gorillas?"

She nods.

"But, surely you can't make a living here."

"My family, they help me."

"They've shown you how to be like them?"