Standing before the rebels was a teenage girl, probably around fourteen or fifteen. She was slender in the gangly teen way, with freckles on her round face. Undoubtedly, she would grow up to be a real beauty, judging by her doe-like, large gray eyes and long, silky red hair tied in a braid. She wore the dull brown and green outfit of a scullery maid.
"I'll handle this, you keep looking for the prince," one rebel said. The other rebel nodded and walked away. The first rebel approached Jasper, who had been transformed into the teenage girl. "What's your name?"
"Jane." The fake name came without Jasper, or rather, Jane, needing to think of one. Probably, it was part of the spell. "I'm a palace maid to earn money for my family. When everything happened tonight, I got scared and became confused. I couldn't find my way out." Jane was grateful that the spell had also come up with a convenient lie for her.
"I see. Well, I'll escort you out so you can go home, okay?" the rebel said. Jane nodded. She and the rebel walked through the palace, no one paying them any mind. Jane couldn't believe it. She was just leaving right under their noses, with one of them even helping her!
Finally, they reached the servants' exit. The rebel opened the door.
"How old are you, Jane?" he asked.
"Fourteen."
"If you need a good husband, come see me in a few years," the rebel said with a wink. Jane left. As the door closed behind her, she shuddered in disgust. Such a horrible, gross man!
Now that she was in the city just outside the palace, Jane could see the chaos had spread to the general population. People were running around in a panic, bells were ringing, horses were neighing. Her heart leapt into her throat. This sort of commotion had to mean the rebels were going to close the gates!
Jane raced through the city streets desperately. If they closed the gates, who knew how long it would be before they opened again? All she could do was pray she made it in time.