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The Trying Crow
The little boy hid under his bed.
The light from the window reached his dim spot, and it allowed him to read his book. It was a fable about a crow who dressed up to be king.
The god of fowls and other feathered creatures trumpeted that he would be naming the most beautiful of all the birds as the king. The news immediately ran around for all was thrilled with the announcement. Who doesn’t want to be king?
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Mathilda The Golden Fleece
GabrielMathilda was burning, and I only watched like before. It pained me that even after all these years, I could do nothing. I was still the beaten-up kid. I stood, frozen in place, and endured her image as it gone up in smoke. And then I heard her, “Stop being a baby, Gabriel.”
Mathilda The Mad One I
The cold slithered in me, sending tingles of freeze that shook me from being asleep. My hands tried to tighten the cloak around my body, but it was not on me anymore and I only felt water on my habit. It seemed I was drenched for too long now for my skin was wrinkly. And I felt unwell. There was nothing but an abyss of darkness as I looked around, “Don’t tell me I am dead and this is hell.” I said to myself weakly.
Mathilda The Mad One II
And then I remembered it. I stood in front of the cloaked sister, not knowing she was Tina. Suddenly, there was a rumble and the surrounding was lit by a lightning, and before I could fully see her face, someone hit me. It happened before with Gabriel, so I had a quick moment to fight the urge of being unconscious. My eyes were hazy, but I saw
Mathilda The Trump Card
The storm had ended. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and it stirred me awake. The first thing that I had seen was the clear ceiling of the room, and when I turned my head to my side, Sister Katarina was sleeping on the other bed. They found us, I smiled with the realization. But then something cackled, startling me that I sat to re
Mathilda The Hidden Face
I wanted to punished him with my own hands. I could be Princess Anipe who killed her abusive and adulterous husband by drowning him on the Nile river in his sleep. But I could not do it. First, the knights were probably guarding him, and second, because the river-lake was miles from the convent. I could not carry him on my own. I could be Gloria who faked his rapist husband’s death only to cage him on their house basement until he rotted. But there was no basement in the convent, only the hidden room in the library that was now known. And if I would be using any of the other rooms in the convent, the walls were not thick enough to subdue his scream at night. Or if I could not be the two, I could be court maid Gyung Hui of the Yi Dynasty, who put poisoned on her lips before kissing the prince who played her expecting heart. But I did not know any poisons in the herbarium, and I
Mathilda The Scapegrace
It only took two days to heal me. And in that two days I already constructed the piece that would make a better narrative for Tina. She was deluded by him. She was used by him. She was abused by him. She was stained by him. She was controlled by him. And then she was disposed by him. I memorized every word, putting all the blame to Philip. He was the puppet master in the first place. It was his hands that controlled the threads, and she was only a shell in his dirty game that he played. It was my redemption. I did not have the chance to save her before, so despite what she had done and despite the disdain of my sister, I would still help her. And then we would be done. “He is waiting for you at the staircase.” Abigail informed me with a straight face and a monotone sound.
Mathilda The Trial I
Sister Ana was summoned first. It had been hours since she entered the holy hall that was now converted as courtroom, and it had been the same time since we were instructed to stay at the mess hall. I was both a victim and a witness, but it felt like I was the person in trial for there were pins and needles resting on my feet as I waited for my turn. “What is taking them so long?” Sister Katarina asked. She was on the edge of her seat, and her hands were pressing on each other. “Do you think they will cross-question us like that?” “Nope. I don’t think so.” I answered her. Relief washed over her face, and it vanished into thin air as I said, “I think we will have a longer time than her.” “And why is that?” “
Mathilda The Trial II
I underestimated the knights. I had no idea that they would use Tina against herself, and they did it when she was nothing but vulnerable. This was part of their playbook. It had been strategically planned since the day they had known about her, and their goal was to drag her down with Philip. And if that would happen, the blame would be split into two, to one of the knights, and to one of the sisters. Tina was dragging her body, and her chained hands were slightly shaking as she walked to my side. When she arrived, her hand tried to covertly reach out to mine, but before I could hold it, she was pulled away from me. The leading knight spoke again, “Sister Mathilda, your words are trying to protect her, convincing us that she was controlled and forced to hurt you and Sister Katarina, but Philip was convinced that she was doing it
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