Emma smirked as she watched Prescott and Leila walk into the room.For a minute while running out of the room, she had thought that the squirrel would have thrown her across the wall like he had done to Daniel last night.But he hadn't, or he couldn't.She wasn't sure again.The elf had said that she had outran his missiles.Perhaps, she had outran Prescott's too."I didn't throw any." She heard Prescott mutter in her mind."Whatever." She replied, exchanging wry glances with them, before the former walked to seats opposite to hers and sat down."Good morning, my Queen." Leila and Prescott greeted together after taking their seats."Good morning." Zipfara replied."Hope y'all slept well?" She inquired, smiling at the squirrel which was bobbing his head."Yes, we did." Leila replied,with a smile before returning her gaze back to Emma. Oh what a scornful gaze that was!Her sister had told about Emma dodging their blockages."Emma, tell me about your dreams then." Zipfara requested, broa
Someplace; the same time: A young beautiful lady pulled the long black shawl closer, making certain her hair was covered and there was little to see of her face. Her heart beat so hard she was afraid anyone close would hear. Everything hinged on making the official believe her. Yodar had forged the papers, and he was the best. He could hack any computer, provide information or get it. She didn't doubt for a minute that the papers he created would be in order and pass close scrutiny, but she still had to make the official believe her. The tin building was rusted and looked as if it might fall apart at any moment. A man came forward to meet her, looking solemn as the casket was wheeled ahead of her into the shade of the building. Fortunately the sun was setting and shadows fell around her, helping to make it more difficult to see her clearly. "Your papers?" He asked. His voice was kind. The name on his badge identified him as Rendal Owens. She glanced back toward the small plane sh
The lid of the coffin opened with the same series of ominous, horror film creaks he'd used when the official had opened the lid. There was silence. Freya's heart beat steadily. She leaned over the coffin and glared at the young man who laid as if dead, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed. His skin was pale porcelain and his black spiky hair with the dyed blue tips stood out starkly against the white backdrop."You look amazingly robust for a man who starved himself to death," She said sarcastically, mimicking the official. "You could have blown everything with your absurd story."Yodah's eyes snapped open dramatically. He faked an accent as he slowly sat up. "I could use a drop of blood or two, my dear."She smacked him over the head with her papers. "The customs official didn't believe I was twenty-five."He flashed a cocky grin. "You're not. You're barely eighteen, and when Kane and Doban find out what we've done, we're both going to be in more trouble than eithe
Back at Zipfara's Palace:Dead silence still reined in the inner courts of the palace. It seemed that Zipfara's words had casted a dumb spell on the occupants of the room. The aged man with white long beards opened his mouth, and then closed it, at a loss of what to say.Emma's right eyebrow was raised as she stared at Zipfarah. 'What the hell was the queen talking about?' She thought, aware of the stunned silence in the room. She tried reading the queen's mind but was met with a huge block, even as the latter shifted her gaze to her that same second, causing her to squirm a bit on her seat, and direct her attention to Prescott.The squirrel was appraising her.She couldn't read his mind either. It seemed that he had been expecting her to do so."Seems she caught you huh?" He asked, telepathically." Who?" She asked, a bit surprised that he had caught in, on the silent transaction that had gone on between her and Zipfarah."The queen, dumbo. You are really crazy, yunno. What were you
Emma watched as the woman who could be around thirty years of age, approached her steadily.( well, she couldn't be sure since Zipfarah who seemed to be middle aged, was already a grandmother)Already she could hear Prescott's 'what is the woman up to?' in her mind. She couldn't help but reason in the same way too.With her face scrunched in scrutiny, she drew back on her chair a bit, as the woman came to stand right beside her, staring down at her with dark brown eyes."What are you doing?" She shrieked the next second, as she felt the woman's hand at the helm of her top.She instantly held down the woman's hand, before turning to stare at Zipfarah who wasn't looking at her, but at the woman, her smile gone."What are you doing, Shitta?" Zipfarah asked."The symbol. The symbol that marks out the prophecy should be etched on her back." The woman, Shitta, replied."And you didn't think it wise to tell me first, before touching her without her will or my permission?" Zipfara inquired, an
Derek sniffed as he stared down at his little sister whom he had tried to kill some hours ago."It wasn't your fault. The stupid beast was in control." Maru said, smiling virtually, as he felt the shock ransacking Dere"Maru..." Derek croaked out, stunned to his bones as he heard his wolf's cheerful voic"Maru? Who is that?" Eva asked, tugging him by his hand, scared that her big brother might be going insan"My wolf." He replied, smiling for the first time, as he bent down and carried her up in his arm.Eva smiled widely, as she circled her brother's neck with her hands. She was glad that he was smiling sincerely - after what has seemed a very long tim"Can I talk to him too?" She asked, as she wriggled in his arms to balance properly."No, you can't." Derek chuckled, amused at her statement. The ring of his chortle sounded foreign to him.It's been a while since then. He thought, feeling his mood uplift already. He believed that it was a good sigh. For some minutes, he allowed himse
Emma couldn't describe her feelings at the moment. On one hand, she was relieved that she wasn't their prophecy, on the other hand she was a bit disappointed, just a tiny bit. For some minutes there, she had almost believed the Queen."Are you sure?" She heard her ask Lily.The latter nodded, before settling in properly in her seat.Her face was sullen.Emma felt a bit sad for disappointing them, seeing the sullen looks which were also plastered on the faces of even the elders.But was the prophecy that important?She thought everyone possessed the ability to decide the particular fate he or she wants, community included, not minding some foretelling shit."Well, I'm not surprised." The rude elder started again.Emma felt like bashing her face on the table.What the hell was wrong with the woman?"Shut up Venete." Zipfarah commanded, obviously annoyed too at the woman."I'm sorry, my Queen." The woman, Venete, apologized in a low voice that surprised even Emma, with a bow."Emma, come
Zipfarah soughed as she heard Emma rant about how she was feeling about going home. Perhaps, she might be right. Perhaps, they were mates. But she had to admit to herself that she was scared if the redhead fell into the wrong hands, especially her daughter. The latter might wipe off her memories, instill a new one and control her. Or worse, she might kill her off, since she has always been obsessed with being the most powerful since she had been young. "I'm not changing my mind, Emma. Your life is too precious to be risked." She decided finally, returning Emma's stark gaze. "You don't have the right to detect to me what I should do or what I shouldn't do." Emma mentioned, suddenly disliking the gracious queen she had come to love these few days. Why can't the bonehead just let her go? She could always come back. Couldn't she? "That's true. But you have no choice but to abide by my command. You're still in my community. I won't take a No from you. Don't make me place you under a ho