ZYLITH.
I have a habit I've been harbouring for years; When I'm wrong, I pretend to be air. And when I'm right, I am sarcastic.
Most of the time, I am like, 'I may be wrong, but it's highly unlikely', so as you can see, I'm pretty reluctant to acknowledge this habit of mine, but at dire times like these, I'm forced to. And then I like to pretend to be the invisible air, transparent to all and be as quiet as a fiddle.
Reuben raised his irritated eyebrows at me and asked, "To what do I owe the honour of this bright handprint, my Queen?"
I was still trying to be invisible, and hence I attempted to ignore him so hard that he would start to d
ZYLITH.(Sigh!) How should I describe my state of mind at the moment? In a nutshell, if a clown invited me into the woods at this point, I would just go.I realized my life was just like when you are holding your laundry and a sock falls and you bent down to pick it up and two more fall and eventually everything's on the floor.Reuben's glowing eyes had a look of 'who are you trying to fool?', while Lord Gilbert was like 'Really? Is that the best you can do My Lady?', Queen Beatrice looked like she was watching a weird comical show and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the high priest...... well, he could be best described as an individual who wanted to turn back time to the point
ZYLITH.The girl was what you would call a doll of the Victorian era.Her hair was honey-blond from roots to the tip, just like her mother. Her golden hair draped down softly curling along the ends. She had identical blue glacial eyes as the queen dowager, which apparently were fixed on me as she made her way towards us. But the very next moment, she dismissed me as if I was but just a speck of dust in her soles of her shoes,as if I were an afterthought, not relevant enough to stick and not important enough to appear often.As soon as I laid eyes on her, I could tell that she was never less than arrogant. Her attitude spoke bunches of her conceited he
ZYLITH.Ding!Hear that? That is supposed to be the notification of my impending expiration date. Yeah guys, not kidding!The way Princess Cordelia was eyeing me was very similar to the eyes of an executioner in the gallows. She looked as mad as a fly in a fruit jar, with a severe migraine.Poor Lord Gilbert on the other hand, looked like he had just swallowed the crazy fly of the fruit jar. Seriously, sometimes it pained me to even look at his contorted face. Its as if he was getting grey hairs right in front of my very own eyes.But you must know that I'm not the kind of p
ZYLITH.I looked at Reuben with a stinky face. I was still pissed at him because of his obvious disregard of my talents, and now he has the audacity to laugh at my face. Sometimes I wondered if it was a mistake to collude with this psychopath.He, on the other hand, looked at me with eyes filled with mirth and somehow, another enlightenment graced me just then. The more I get to know certain people, the more I came to realize why Noah let only animals board the ark."Dear Fake Lizzy, are you feeling lucky? Because you think people can't hear what you're thinking?" Reuben in turn looked at me in an impish manner, as if to say he could see right through me.
SOMEWHERE IN THE DINGY CORNER OF THE ALLEYWAYS OF ZELDERETH EMPIRE_A few shady shadows were seen seated in a rundown small inn of the Briskwood alleyway. All of them had their faces covered under dusty hoods, looking very much suspicious. One of the perpetrators was a reedy thin woman with a shrill voice called Ophelia Vegan, she was a part-time pimp of the red-light districts who was never upto any good. The others were all rough-looking gruff men.“When is the guy coming? Its already pass the appointed time.” One of the men grunted in annoyance, this man called Cuffled was a small-time bounty hunter who was trying to make it big this time.“Can we even trust this guy?
ZYLITH.Ola' people. I just wanna say, I'm not in a good mood today. Why you ask? Because I had been bestowed another enlightenment today; If I was a bird, I now know who I would shit on.Oh, I think you guys have guessed it out already, but I'm still going to narrate my sob-story to you guys today, otherwise I don't know where else I would be able to vent out my frustrations. So bear with me people_Reuben didn't speak much after his heart to heart with me. He a
ZYLITH.“Now while we’re still on the topic, I’d like to ask, have you never noticed any anomaly about yourself, ever?”“What do you mean byanomaly?” Did he mean if I noticed if I was a freak or not? Now why did that irked me, I wonder.“Oh you know, like glowing eyes or super cleared vision, or perhaps, anything of the magical kind?”I looked at him with a deadpanned face and muttered in a bland voice, “No I haven’t.”“Hmm, I see.” He had a thoughtfu
REUBEN.This Girl.I looked at the petite girl with pale blue eyes who stood before me seeking answers I didn't want to respond to, her soft silky dress was illuminated by the light in the room. It trailed behind her and danced along her legs, growing smoother with every second.Life with Fake Lizzy, as you call it, was never dreary. Sometimes even bafflingly amusing.At times, she was an open book, while at other times, she was the most mysterious soul I had ever come across. A part of her mystery was how she was calm in a storm while anxious in the quiet.