My heart rate spiked when Peter stepped aside, and allowed the Queen to enter the sitting room. Of course I knew why she was here. Or rather, what occasion had brought her here. I just wasn’t sure if she was here to administer punishment or banish me.The Queen moved gracefully, just like always, entering properly into the room. Her eyes never left mine. The room seemed to hold its breath as she approached me. I felt a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. What could she possibly want to tell me?"Maya," She said, her voice gentle yet commanding. "We have much to discuss."My family stood by, their expressions a mix of worry and fear. But not confusion. Not that. They had known that it was only a matter of time until the Queen had visited.There was not a word said to break the silence, not even a greeting to welcome the royal woman into the house. They watched, still standing, as she walked to the sofa nearest to me and sat down.“Please have your seats.” Everyone moved to theirs
I sat there, on the couch, my mind racing, as Queen Aliana ruminated on her thoughts, and probably her next words. It would be foolish of me to believe she had come to commend me sincerely, that suddenly she had sidelined my lies and deception which she knew of. No. I knew better. After all, I had the tape in my bag, the one with the incriminating evidence against her. The Queen was evil, and I had proof of her dark deeds, at least against Zande.I watched her closely, trying to keep my expression neutral. No matter what she said or did, I couldn't let her see my true feelings. The tape in my bag might feel too heavy to carry as a secret, but keeping it was necessary. I had to keep it safe. It was my only weapon against her. I wasn’t sure when I would be using it, but I won’t be taking chances. Not at all.The Queen smiled at me, whilst I made my decisions, but it didn't reach her eyes. I shut down the animosity that rose up my chest as a bile would and forced a bland, polite loo
Peter had made sense. To take Levina whilst on my quest to see the Queen. But did it matter? Wouldn’t Levina be stopped by the guards? The Queen's guards were notorious for their vigilance. Diana had mentioned that to me, during one of the times she had regaled me with stories about the palace and its features. So, Levina might not even get through the gate, let alone into the Queen’s chambers. The Queen would have informed the guards that she had sent for only me.I huffed.But what did the Queen want with me, anyway? My mind raced with questions and doubts.She had talked about plans. What plans could I be of use to, in this unrefined state of mine? Or was she just making small talk?I stood up from my seat down suddenly, to the surprise of Laura and Peter, and started to pace the living room, wringing my hands at intervals. Levina’s presence was supposed to provide some sort of protection, but I was sure it wouldn’t be enough or even necessary. The Queen was powerful and unpredi
Was this how painful siblings fighting was? I thought, almost rubbing my chest at the stub of pain that was festering there. I had thought it was only a broken heart from a broken relationship with a lover that could cause this hurt, but the more I watched Diana fuming and probably cussing me in her head, the more the pain increased. I haven’t experienced it before, because I hadn't had a sibling, ever. Lent and Lilian hadn’t been siblings. They had been plain thorns in my flesh. But it was different with Diana. I and Diana, despite the short amount of time we have known each other, were closer, loved each other, and had a deeper relationship than I even had with my foster father. But still then, I didn’t regret making the report to Laura and Peter, even though she was boring holes into my head, even though Laura and Peter were looking at me in disappointment. Better now than later, or rather better late than never. “You both should come over here, and sit down. Seems, we have a
Once, during her tale of acquittance with the Queen, Diana had lied. Actually, it was her first statement. She had lied about how long the training had been going on, and I had watched with widened eyes, as the energy around us had compressed on her until she had difficulty to breath, until ripples of pain popped around her face, until her teeth clattered, out of the drastic effect of the energy on her body system. I had told myself that I would never experience that because I would be telling the entire truth this time around. Diana had said that she had been training with the queen for just six months, before the truth energy had done its work. Then, after her father had commanded a release, she had said a year and two months. Laura’s mouth had dropped open in shock. Turns out that since Diana had started her classes, she had been recruited by the queen. As a matter of fact, according to Laura's calculations, the queen had created the palace training just because of Diana, to
I remembered the moment vividly, the first forceful intrusion of the Queen into my mind. It was like a sudden jolt, a thrumming of unfamiliar magic that sent shivers down my spine. And then I had felt the presence of my other rising within me, a fierce determination to resist the Queen's invasive powers. At that moment, I had known that she wouldn’t gain access to my thoughts or memories. My other wouldn’t allow it. And it hadn’t it.As I had sat there, aware of the oblivion of my guardians and Diana over what had happened, grappling with the unexpected assault on my mind, I had sensed the Queen's surprise, her realization that I was not as vulnerable as she had assumed. I had felt her retreat, her presence fading from my consciousness like a fleeting shadow. She hadn't succeeded in extracting anything from me, and I hadn’t been able to stop the feeling of triumph at the knowing; even though I had played no role in keeping her away from my mind.‘Thank you.’I had mentally sent to
"I want to understand something…" Peter suddenly said, interrupting me, the only person in the room that wasn't releasing sparse tears from his eyes.I wasn't sure when Diana had started crying, but I had heard her sniff when I had started talking about the ruthless beating that Adam and his brothers had delivered to me.Laura's case was different. She was right in front of me. The bullying incident at the cafeteria had upsetted her tear glands. "The Adam that committed all these atrocities… is it the same Adam that had come here to see you?" I nodded slowly, shutting my eyes the next second out of stimuli, when Peter suddenly flung the glass cup that I had used to down the pill earlier, away from the table with his right hand. The cup smashed on the floor and broke into pieces. No one moved to get a broom to tidy the mess up."How could you still face him? How could you meet him alone? Do you still like him?"Peter gritted these questions through his teeth, uncertainty ringing in
The room fell into a deafening silence, each beat of my heart echoing in my ears like a drum. I stood there, holding my breath, as the recording played, its damning words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. My family’s faces were a canvas of shock and disbelief, their expressions mirroring the turmoil raging within me.Peter, usually quick to speak his mind, sat frozen, his lips parted in stunned silence. Laura’s eyes bore into the ground, her features a mask of stoic resolve, betraying the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. Diana, the queen's staunchest supporter, sat rigid in her chair, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and unbelief.The weight of the evidence I had just presented bore down on us like a heavy weight, pressing down on our shoulders and squeezing the air from our lungs. It was a truth Laura had long suspected but dared not speak aloud in public, a revelation that threatened to unravel everything the community thought they knew.As the recording co
ADAMAs I walked behind my brothers and friends into our territory, my mind was miles away. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dora. The memory of her cheeks flushed from our last meeting was vivid in my mind. I remembered how I had wanted to kiss her lips, not just her cheeks. The thought made me ache with longing. I missed her so much. I couldn’t believe how quickly she had come to mean so much to me.I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed Claire’s voice cutting through my reverie. “Adam,” she said, sounding curious and a little annoyed. “When did you and Dora get so close? She’s tickling your fancy too…?”I tried to ignore her, hoping she would just go away. I wasn’t in the mood for this conversation. But Claire wasn’t one to let things go easily. She reached out and grabbed my arm, her grip firm.I turned to glare at her, irritation burning in my eyes. “Don’t touch me,” I said sharply. “Just don’t.”Claire’s eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly let go of my arm. I
Walking home with my family, I could hardly focus on anything other than the memory of Adam’s kiss on my cheek. It was such a strange, surreal moment. It had happened right in front of his family, my family, and even though it was chaste at best, the whole world had seemed to stop for a second. The way he leaned in, the warmth of his lips—everything had felt so intense. I couldn’t believe it actually happened. I still couldn't believe his audacity.I sighed now as I remembered the looks that had overtaken the faces of the people around. Adam’s brothers had looked aghast. Daniel had been boiling with anger, for one. The same was Claire’s situation. But that had been expected. Only Naomi had seemed pleased, if the tiny smile on her lips had been any indication. I wondered now though, if she ever thought of Maya, if she ever thought that she was betraying Maya, by supporting the motion of Adam and I dating.The other person who had seemed pleased was Levina. But that was quite expecte
I looked at my family. I looked at the Lycan triplets, whose faces were also ridden with surprise—they hadn’t seen this part of the congratulatory visit coming. I looked at Naomi and the rest; they were all ridden with surprise, and their faces were all ridden with the same question—why was the king inviting me to a party, attended only by werewolves? What was the business of the witches with the moon goddess? Witches didn’t understand the moon goddess, since they had theirs to celebrate, so why invite one? And wouldn’t that invitation trigger the ‘anger of the moon goddess’, as the pack would always love to put it? Was that notion being broken because of me? Wow, I never thought I would see the day where a protocol as huge as that would be broken because of me. My gaze reverted to the king again. He had a tentative smile on his lips, like he was half expecting me to reject the next words that would come out of his mouth. “Part of your reward includes traveling to places you wish
“Why aren’t you all dead?” I asked Diana and Levina, as we walked behind the adults, toward my tent, after professor Zokel was done listing off my rewards, including those I hadn’t been aware of, those that hadn’t been included in the bulletin that had been distributed in the school, in the days leading to the contest. “Dead? What are you talking about?” Levina asked, looking between Diana and me. Diana shrugged her shoulders. “We told her that anyone that saw the beast was liable to die.” Levina chuckled. “I think I told her the same. But seeing as we are all living and breathing, I guess that our parents had distributed unnecessary rumors to us.” We shared a laugh after that, a laugh which caused the adults in front to turn and look at us. Satisfied that we were not up to any mischief, they returned to their discussion, a discussion that I was privy to; they were talking about the beast bowing to me. Mr. Lethon believed it was because of the royal blood in me. Peter believed th
Because the beast’s voice could be heard by all in the field, and maybe even outside of the field, I used magic to amplify my voice, so that everyone could hear me speak too. So, when the crowd erupted in mild shouts and mutterings at the previous words of the Queen, they echoed affirmations after mine; affirmations mixed with amusement at the nonchalancy in my voice and then anger at the Queen for breaking the laws that had been in place for many years. The beast obeyed. He turned his mighty head and stared at the Queen, whose hands were shaking. Out of nerves or shock or anger, I wasn’t sure. But her cool composure was gone. “Well, to be fair to the Queen, she didn’t call you out…” The beast grunted, in confusion I was sure, if the thinning of his eyes were anything to go by. “Who called me then? Only she has the power to call us out…” “Well…” I smirked, and pointed at a Rachel who was shaking with fear beside her mother. Oh well, she was scared of what she had conjured? Inte
Rachel stood still even when the crowd was shouting ‘Fight!’ ‘Fight!’ like a mantra. I knew she wanted me to attack first. “I’ve been watching you fight, and you have never attacked first, well apart from your last match….” She started, placing her hands on her waist.“Well, that’s a stupid deduction to make. I’ve only fought two contestants. Didn’t your mother teach you that, when she taught you how to fight with the subtle magic, when she taught you how to cheat in the competition?” I shot back, a smirk appearing on my lips.Her eyes widened, and her composure disintegrated by a meaningful portion, as she looked around her, to check if the others were hearing. “Tsk, your family is terribly disgusting. You want me to attack you? Then you will have it. Don’t regret it though. There’s a reason I don’t attack first. I thought my last battle would have explained that, but it seems you are slow…” I said, right before I advanced toward her. She jerked back, as I approached, causing me t
Laura’s infamous meat sauce would have been enough reason to win this last battle, even if the Queen’s rewards hadn't been attached to it. Thinking of it now as I sauntered into the battlefield brought out the hunger pangs that had managed to stay hidden for a while, under the layer of fruits and water. I was hungry. “Wait, until I am done with this.” I muttered to myself, flexing my hands. Laura should have better prepared my favorite meal to celebrate my win, because I wouldn’t settle for less. Not when my mind was already clouded with meat sauce. Rachel was already waiting for me in the field, her arms folded across her chest, disdain notable in her eyes. I didn’t bother mirroring the same, I just wanted to be done with this, so that I could go home and eat. ‘That’s a good attitude, keep it up.’ El spoke then, causing me to pout. ‘Is that sarcasm?’ She chuckled. ‘Not at all. It’s good that you’re not nervous, considering the principal’s insight, considering that it lowers you
Rachel won her own fight. But it had been by a sharp luck; the senior had been varsed in combat, very varsed, despite her not so big stature. Probably why the organizers had linked her to Rachel; they had thought it would be an easy defeat. After her match, the Queen had called for a little recess, so that the final contestants could have some rest before the last phase of the competition. It was why I was reclining on the chair in my tent, drinking an energy mix that Laura had given me. “I’m sure that the Queen is giving Rachel some tools on how to fight you, some tricks. You have to be careful out there, Dora…” Diana spoke, with a disgusted expression on her face. “That woman can be so sneaky.” She added, placing her arm around my shoulder. “If you win Rachel, I will give you my meat sauce for a week.” I laughed then, unable to hold it this time around. Diana was a darling. “Deal!” I shouted, jamming fists with her, whilst her parents and Levina watched on with wide smiles on th
My second opponent was the senior that had tried to bully me in the hallway a few days ago; that had tried to instigate me to fight her so that I would be disqualified from the competition. She was prancing around the field like an overzealous proud horse, getting cheers from the crowd. I thought she looked hilarious. I was going to win her. That was a given; not because I was proud, but because I had no choice. I had no choice than to make her eat her words, than to make her regret troubling me that fateful day. My quiet demeanor was mirrored by Rachel and her family. At intervals, I looked at the people in the crowd, at the Queen, at her. It was as if they knew that the senior was making noise. A noise that was uncalled for. Rachel, especially, had a bored look on her face. She knew I would win, never mind that it wouldn’t be pleasing to her. When I had won Courtney, I had seen the dread that had flirted past her face, right before she conditioned her countenance to stoicness. Sh