6:30am, Zipfarah's Palace."Emma, you can't be seen anywhere out of these walls..." Prescott tried to advise Emma for the umpteenth time. She was bending down to fix the lace of the tennis shoes which Lily had brought for her some minutes ago. They were all preparing to meet the Queen. She had called for a royal meeting, which also involved the elders."Prescott, I have to go. He is in trouble." She said, standing up from the bed, as she was done with her dress up. Her eyes stretched far to the horizon of the door, seeking to see Lily or her twin, but her expectations were cut off.Where were they?She needed to be in inner court with the queen, before those elders stomped in. She feared that if she got in any late, they might start up their bantering again which had the ability to take over the whole day."He is a werewolf. You are a human. Of what help could you possibly be to him?" Prescott asked, finding her reply ludicrous."I don't know Prescott. I don't know. I just have a stro
6:30am, Blue Moon's PackDerek stirred on his bed, as he felt his body undergoing some changes which made him uncomfortable even in his dream.Yes, he was dreaming again.He was talking with a woman.He was sure that he hadn't seen her before."We will commence our operations today. You remember what you ought to do eh?" The woman clothed in black apparel all over asked him.He found himself nodding.And then he knew that the woman wasn't actually talking with him, but to the beast within him."And don't play around like you did some hours ago. I didn't ask you to kill the little girl. As a matter of fact, I have some plans for her. So, don't touch her. Don't touch anyone of them, until I ask you to do so." She stated, and he shrugged."I was hungry." He said, or rather the beast said through him." You know that human meal does nothing for me. You know how blood is essential to our kind. I am weak without it." He pointed out." Well, if you were, you should've gone out to hunt for so
Zipfarah's Palace: 6:50am"Emma, wait up! Prescott do something!" Lily shouted, as she ran after Emma who had left the room when they had been talking about the upcoming carnival; a discussion that had been meant to stall Emma who had been pacing in impatience some minutes ago.But it seems that she had discovered their plans, and had run out of the room, before they could scream bingo!"I said it, and will keep saying it; that girl is no good." Leila muttered, getting up lazily from Emma's bed as she trudged towards the opened door."Aren't you coming?" She asked Prescott when she noticed that the latter was still on the bed, his head hung low. It seemed he was ravaged by thoughts."Prescott!" She shouted, placing her hands on her waist when he lifted up his head, startled at her loud voice most likely."Do you want to scream down the palace?" He asked, jumping off the bed in a second, and walking towards her."I wouldn't have, if you had answered my question." She replied, bending d
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