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.
ZYLITH."Hmm, how about you go and try to subdue the servant legion from the Queen Dowager. That ought to pass some of your leisure time." Charming as he was, even angels would damn themselves for him. That wry meaningful smile of his depicted the true sense of the words, 'Clever-as-the-Devil-and-twice-as-pretty.'This guy.Who was looking at me viciously yet smiling enchantingly, to this day, I am clueless as to what goes on in this guy's head. He's like ten people packed in one body, and be like – Spin the wheel, buttercup. I felt he should be bragging if he hadn't had one of his mood swings in like, the next five minutes.
A little something about the AUTHOR :Victoric spoke to Zylith the other day and here's how the conversation when_Victoric – Zylith, stop munching onto food like a cow-on-a-eating-spree and get your ass up and do something fun so that people get amused enough to click on the LIKE button and COMMENT.Zylith – (Looks at Victoric with pointed eyes) Liana, bring me the club!Victoric –Wha-What do you need the club for?Zylith – You dare to put me on exhibition, no
ZYLITH.“Oh? Even… kill for me?” I tilted my head to the side a little bit as I uttered in a sugary sweet honey-toned voice.Liana Miller visibly blenched when she heard my words. As I watched the little timid girl who implored to be my most loyal underling, I realized that a heavy reformation was in dire need if she were to join us. Reuben would kick her to the curb if he saw her fainthearted pushover character. She had to change for the better.And as such, I threw at her the same test that Reuben had thrown
Zylith.The man who was on his knees before me didn’t look like he was a residence of Reveldron at all.He had dark skin, like the shade of honey, only a bit darker. His tousled Jet-black hair and murky black eyes set him completely apart from the crowd. Though his tan made him look softer like a sepia tone on a photograph, his dark eyes seemed very aggressive at a glance. However, he maintained a novel aura around himself and his posture did speak for himself as one could tell he really was one from the knighthood.I peered at him with squinted eyes, waiting for him to get himself off the floor, but he was like a rigid sculpture and was not about to move from his position without my permission.
Zylith.You guys must be thinking, drugging a guard or two with slumber dust is not much of a big deal, right? I mean, after all, I am their Queen superior, and its not like its gonna harm them or anything, right? But, wrong; You guys are so very wrong. But I can't blame you here, because I thought the same.I thought, what trouble could a little slumber dust here and there bring me. Now as I was staring at the scene of a mass of epileptics sprawled on the cold hard floor outside my bedchambers, I realized it brought me big troubles.Slumber dust, as the name suggests is a shimmery magical powder that puts one to a cataleptic kind of sleep for a certain period of time. It has a silky texture to it and no matter the
Zylith.When I was a kid, I dreamt of wanting to be a retired lottery winner when I grow up, not an aging royal elderly inside a sealed library on a fine sunlit day.I looked out of the closed and bolted windows of the Royal library, and silently stared at the bustling capital below which appeared more like dollhouses rather than a real panorama, and secretly sighed all over again.And then I turned my gaze back to the grumpy old hag.... (Ahem!) I mean grumpy old lady before me and exhaled heavily. At her age, she should have one foot in the grave rather than torturing me with heavy books mentioning royal decorum.Countess Regina Wroth, was the finest of the fine etiquette instructors the nation of Reveldron had to offer. She was a frail old woman who always had a very gentle expression on. At a glance, her gait looked as if wonky