EIGHTY NINE"This is hopeless." I murmured against my palm that was resting on my face, causing me to sound incoherent. "Utterly and foolishly hopeless.""It's not .." Zoe paused, thinking of something to say to cheer me up but it didn't work. There was nothing she could say, except she'd found out the location of Noah's father's study, which I was very sure she was still in the dark as much as I was. " I don't know. Can't we ask Ethan?""Ethan can't help us. He can't…..""He must know something." Zoe cut in. " I'm sure he can help us. What did he say in his letter?"" Ethan can't help us." I repeated the phrase, hoping it would sink into her head this time. "He knows nothing….""But they grew up together…." She cut in again…"Yes and he moved when he was little." I finished up for her incase she had forgotten. " They moved to Montessouri.""What did he say in his letter?""He thinks Noah's father is still alive. I doubt he'd know anything about the study though, so what could he poss
I had no idea what Madame Alexis was hiding or any idea as to what I would find in there, but the short man that stepped out of the decrepit looking hut wasn't on the top three things on my list of expectations. In fact, it wasn't on my list at all. From my hiding spot behind the bushes, I'd caught a glimpse of his height but seeing him up close was a totally different story. To say he was short was a very big understatement. He was nowhere near Lisa's height and she was just six years old.I truly didn't know which trait put me off; his obvious struggle with mother nature for height or his misshapen body. Looking at him, it felt like everything was wrong with him but not in a bad way. Something spoke to me that he'd always been like this short and misshapen."Is there something you want, miss?" There was something about his voice too. He had an accent, a high pitched one that still managed to sound deep enough to threaten you and send shivers down your spine. " How can I help you?"I
Blood. Blood was all I could think about. It wasn't helping that red spots were now clouding my vision. I could even taste the slimy vile liquid on my tongue if I tried too hard. I looked over my body furiously, maybe I was imagining things. Maybe there actually wasn't any blood around and I was just overreacting. My eyes darted my right and I recoiled again for the second time in minutes. If I thought I'd seen blood the previous time, this was a whole new discovery. Bloody hue stained tiny man's white shirt. If I hadn't seen him and wasn't with him before all this happened I'd have argued he was in a red shirt and not white. More of the liquid gurgled upwards, bathing the now lifeless man in a literal blood bath. I staggered backwards and luckily for me there was a nearby wall to cushion my fall. More like my collision, rather.Blood. Blood everywhere.I swallowed. I bit back the urge to gag as the taste of blood was even stronger on my tongue now. Who's blood was it? Noah? My mind r
It looked like time had stopped and for a moment, the only thing I could focus on was Madame Alexis's voice piercing through the mahogany finishing of the door."Your highness, I would like a word with her majesty, the Luna." She had said. I wasn't in my right senses so I had no idea what tone that rubbed off on me. If it was intimidating or anything, I had no idea. All I knew was, I didn't want her coming in here. At least not now."We're busy." Noah's gruff voice cut through my chest, pulling my attention back to earth. He was no longer staring at me, his eyes now trained on the door."Come back later. We have things to discuss."I'd never been more glad to hear those words from Noah. His eyes were still trained on the door, but mind had shifted from his grip on my arm to the back of his head. For the first time, I was actually happy with the reply he gave Madame Alexis. No sooner had that joy appeared did It leave too as something else dawned on me. If Noah wasn't going to let in M
I hissed loudly at the object in my grasp. It was already a hassle trudging my injured foot around, now I had to worry about this one too. My leg was no longer swollen, I think. I wasn't quite sure because my pretty leg had been wrapped in a cast. I wasn't aware of this, if I was I'd have wrapped the cast around the head of whoever's idea that was. It felt itchy and my limb was basically begging for fresh air. On top of that, like I hadn't gone through enough already, I had to walk around with this cane, which was hell bent on exposing me to the whole world tonight. I sighed wistfully, after acknowledging there wasn't much i could do about the cane or my leg either. I had to keep moving, there was no time for excuses.I know you might be wondering how I'm able to be on my feet, even I wondered that when I first got up. But after some clarification, I was okay again.The sound of soft running water reached my ears. It was almost barely existent and it came along with some kind of peace
I couldn't believe my eyes. Or maybe I could, I just didn't want to acknowledge the piece of information as being the truth. Madame Alexis knew the former king was still alive. Madame Alexis knew where he was hiding. And she was even going to see him tonight. Where else would she be going in the dead of the night? I was the only injured royal and person in the castle so there was no way she was going to attend to someone. Even as irresponsible as it may sound, I was the only one who loved roaming around at night, it was my thing. Everybody basically knew! This was fishy. Really fishy and very disturbing.My gaze went back to the paper again. It was a really rough sketch, if sketch was even the right word for it. Doodles and splashes of ink spoiled the parchment, leaving only a few details to the eye. The paper was in a bad shape but it wasn't totally useless. I could still see the writings and make out a few things from it. At the centre was King Oliver's name, circled with some initi
Without a care in the world about anyone hearing me, I headed to my first destination; the kitchen.The walk to the kitchen was uneventful as all the guards had probably gone to bed or they hadn't rotated their shifts to get to this place yet. A couple of times if mumble a prayer to the moon goddess so I wouldn't be found by Noah or Laura. Luckily for me, or maybe for once she decided to answer my prayers, I got to the kitchen in one piece, without encountering anyone. The big doors of the kitchen wasn't locked so I carefully gave one of them a push, painstakingly taking my time in order not to make any noises. The moment I got in, something reached my ears. It was a snore, light and barely audible but I could hear it quite clearly. I'd originally planned on switching on the bulb, but that didn't seem like a great idea anymore. The lights in here we're really bright and it would wake whoever it was up, no doubt. Without any other option, I tiptoed deeper into the kitchen, hoping my we
I watched in silence as the moon stared back at me, basically unmoving. It wasn't staring at me per say, but from my position on the bed, I had a clear view of the celestial body assigned to rule the night. The air was still and a couple of stars twinkled in the distance inaudibly, while inside I was boiling. My head was banging, my mind was racing, my heartbeat was thumping so hard against my ribcage. My fingers couldn't stop peeling off the nails on both my hands and my feet couldn't stop their not so gentle taps on the wooden floor. A loud ding far up on the wall caught my attention. I looked up to stare at the giant had of the clock stopping at 12. It was 3am and Madame Alexis was nowhere to be found. In a bid to pass away more time, I brought up the crumples piece of paper I'd picked up from Madame Alexis's room earlier. Yes, the stupid fake blueprint that made me waste my time. I stared at the paper and a renewed sense of fury washed over me. The letters seemed to twist and turn