1 September 1272 Tuesday:
I open the door that I yearn to open each day but like last Tuesday, the room lacks a tall handsome figure. I walk forward, looking around trying to find Levi.
Right as I was about to go to the far end door I found Levi the last time, the man I'm trying to find jumps in front of me and scares me. "Boo!" He yells, scaring me right out of my shoes.
"Levi! You scared me!" I yell, slapping his arm playfully, slightly gripping it for support as I calm down my speeding heart and catch my breath.
He just continues laughing, gripping his stomach from the pain of so much snickering, I assume. Annoyed I scoff and make my way over to the coach. With a huff, I sit-down, and cross my arms, showing Levi my annoyance.
He walks over to me, a troubled look on his face, and starts panicking. "I-I, I'm sorry, I didn't k-know you w-w-would get so scared." He says, his face showing assumptions, perhaps he thinks I'll be forever mad at him.
At that, my heart softens, "It wasn't that funny." I say, looking down and playing with my fingers.
He chuckles, "It was a little f-funny." I look up at him and see his goofy, yet handsome smile. I can't help but roll my eyes at him and say, "Only a little funny." I joke, to show him that I'm not forever-angry. He smiles and relief rolls off him just to see me joke and smile, even if it's just a meager smile.
"Alright so," I start, taking my backpack off my shoulder and rummaging through it, and taking out a thick book. Putting my pack down on the floor, turning to Levi in a cross-legged position, and placing the book between us. Turning to the right page and stating again.
"I did some research on stutters, not because I don't accept you but I just wanna help and-" Levi stops me, "T-thank you, I appreciate it."
I smile and continue, " There are some bizarre ways of curing stutters." I say showing his the pictures of people with their tongues cut, pebbles in their mouths and all the other odd "cures" there are.
"I-I'm not doing t-that." He says, his face showing complete shock and horror. I chuckle at his reaction, "However, we will not be doing those." I could see him exhale in relief, I then read him the first technique to help.
"Focus on your breathing. Before talking to someone, calm down by telling yourself to relax and calm down." He nods, clearly listening and very interested. I then taught him some breathing exercises we were taught in physical education. Which he does flawlessly and mostly without a struggle.
I smile watching him complete the last breathing exercise and he nods, showing me he's ready to move on.
I look back at the paper, reading the second way to help, "Slow down, try not to talk too. If you try to talk too fast it'll make you anxious which will make the stuttering worse." He nods, "Sounds pretty easy." He says with a smile, proud that he didn't stutter.
I smile and read the next point. "Avoid trigger words. Oh also-" I start, remembering something that I made a mental note to remember what I'm about to say, "We need to find your trigger word, then when I am not with you, you need to practice them." He nodded, clearly pre[ared to put in the effort.
We quickly made a list of some words that he struggles with most. Most of them being names; the letter "t"; "h" and "w" also quite a few long words. After that, we continued on with all the other methods I could find. Practicing them all and then moving on to the next one and eventually, we were done with all I could find.
After we finished we started talking about school, I told him about the different teachers and students. "So then the whole class starts searching for Ms. Sandra's glasses. While everyone else was looking I realized that she had accidentally sat on them!" I tell him, we laugh together and I just now realize how angelic his laugh really is.
"I'm still caught up about h-h-how every girl in the school has a crush on A-Alex and not me. I'm clearly t-the prettier brother!" He acted offended but then continued, "H-he is obviously just a copy of me." He said, almost speaking as if he wasn't joking.
My eyebrows furrowed, he noticed and said, "I'm joking." He said, with an unreal-sounding laugh, but I decided to let it go. It's not like anybody has seen him, I thought but decided to bite my tongue and keep it to myself.
I looked over to the clock, as I know that it is late and that I need to head to bed. "I know th-that look. You h-have to go." He sighs. I nod, drinking the last bit of tea he had prepared for me earlier.
"I wish I didn't have to," I say while picking up the book, placing it back in my bag, and handing the paper with the tips to Levi.
He looked like he was making or planning something in his head, his forehead forming wrinkles as he frowns, before he says to me, "I have an idea, Kath. What about I come over to your room next Tuesday. That means I can come over while everyone else is in class. Then when you're done you can just go to your room."
He says excited at this idea, struggling through some of the words but much less than usual. Kath is a nickname he made for me after he decided my name was too difficult and long to say, however, he still loved my name. He was so upset that he couldn't say my name right, but I don't mind.
If he came over that would mean that we could spend more time together, which is what my heart yearns for, day and night. "Alright, it's a deal, Lev," I say with a smile, shaking his hand using the nickname that I have for him.
8 September 1272 TuesdayI tap nervously on my table, excited to see Levi. As soon as the bell rings and the teacher tells us goodbye, I make my way out of the room as quickly as I can. I then make my way to my room in just a few minutes.When I open my door I see the one and only King of the north, standing in a cloak holding an odd, brown, rectangular box. "M'lady," he says, bowing down to me. I giggle, closing the door behind me and saying to him in a fake powerful voice. "Sneaking into my room, I should have your head for that!" He fake gasped at my statement.We tried not to laugh as we looked at each other, seriously but we just can't help ourselves and burst out in laughter.Once we finished laughing Levi proceeds to say, "Anyway, I brought one of my f-favorite board games." He said but I stooped him by saying, "Ah ah, we gotta go through the techniques." Swaying my finger left and right.He sighs but then to my surpri
29 September 1272 TuesdayThis, the last semester is slowly coming to an end, which means if we're close to the end, it's exam time. Exam time means studying and a lot of it. It's been over two weeks, Levi has come to my room however I had to tell him to leave, unfortunately. Having to focus on studying.It broke my heart to see how excited he was and then to see him turn cold once I told him I needed some alone time. Today is different, today I have time. I open my room door, excited to see Levi but my heart sinks as he is nowhere to be found.Did he think that I don't want to spend time with him? That's not the case at all, I've just been busy. I won't let him think that I'll make sure he knows I care for him. After all, I still know about the tunnels, I know how to get to him.With firey determination, I open the tunnel door. Not even thinking about how he might scare me again but what I find in his room is almost worse, nothing. I find his usual
18 October 1272 TuesdayThese few weeks have been exhausting, we, at last, finished writing exams. However now you think, why have I been busy? We have a festival at the end of the year, to celebrate all our hard work... With more hard work.I take a sigh of relief as I sit down on my bed, getting a few moments to myself. Forbid that ever happens, I think to myself as a knock is heard on my door. I grunt as I stand up and make my way over to the door.Opening the door to a bored-looking Alex I just can't but giggle, "What's got you in such displeasure?" I ask with a grin, crossing my arms. He sighs pulling out his pocket watch, "The king has me organizing a lot of the festivities, along with running this academy. Quite a lot of work."I nod in agreement, "I know how you feel, I've been practicing so hard and helping with all the set-ups. Not to mention still having school work- I've completely forgotten to visit Levi." I said with a sigh.He raised
~10 YEARS LATER~<1280-05-29, Wednesday>Foggy darkness clouds my head, however here in the shadows of smoke and fog stands a tall silhouette. A crown silhouette can be seen atop the darkness's head, I walk closer to it, seeing it on a throne. Moving close enough, I behold that it is a man.I can't see his face, but I can tell that he is above handsome. I can hear his sobs, he's crying. I step back, why is he crying? I can feel cold, dark water seeps into my shoes. I look down and see the water rising, it only becomes more and more as the man's sobs become louder.A realization hits me, this water is his tears. I can't swim but the water doesn't know that, nor does it care. The man is also being lifted up by the water-er tears. I start reaching out to him, but all he does is continue to cry. I start thinking, maybe if I call out his name? I don't know his name though, I st
I sit atop my throne, the same one I spilled blood over all those years back, my crown sitting between my upper legs. I'm in the same room as all the other dreams I've been having.Anger; sadness; but most evident; betrayal burns deep in the back of my throat, such extreme emotions making smoke emerge from all around me. What would cause me to feel such passionate emotions? Why would these emotions cause smoke to appear? I hear footsteps, light, it's the girl, I try to look up, to see her but my body doesn't respond. I stifle a sigh, questions filling my mind, questions that don't have answers, these dreams bring unwanted emotions. Why do these simple nightmares make me feel like this?So lost in my thought, I don't see acknowledge the girl in front of me. She is yelling names but none of them is mine and no matter how hard I try I just can't stop the smoke, I can't stop, I can't stop. I hear cough
Pure black darkness, it's all I can see, there is only the dark. Darker than the deep night, why is it so dark? Have I passed onto the next realm? What could have happened, I was merely just sleeping?I can't see anything but darkness. There is nothing else that any of my other senses can notice. I stand up after realizing I've been sitting. I start walking around, almost scared that I might walk into something.Suddenly a bright, white, light shoots out of nowhere. I cover my eyes and once they've adjusted I see that the shining light is me. My arm is beaming a strong and aggressive ivory color. Why is my arm glowing like so?"Help, please don't forget!" A deep booming voice echoed through the darkness, completely startling out of my questioning state. Once the lights shoot up, it reaches a wall I didn't know was there, lighting up the room. Yet the second it does reach the wall it turns the same pale white.Every corner slowly being consumed by white. "
Burning white is all I see, uninterrupted, everything around me like I'm a room of nothingness. The white burns my eyes as if looking at a flame for too long. This isn't death, I've had several near-death experiences and this isn't death. What was I doing beforehand? Ah yes, I had laid my head down for a night's rest. It must be another one of those dreams I have, this time yet it's a different setting than the last few. Where is the small girl then? I can't see her, perhaps I should call out for her. "Help, please I need to remember!" I call out, one of the first things that come to mind. Spontaneously saying it, almost like an automatic response, little control over my words. This white, screaming colour, yet so basic and simple, marring my eyes. My eyes rushing around to find something, anything but this empty whiteness. "Help, help! It's freezing cold." A familiar and soft voice says, it's t
My eyes flutter open, a moment of peace before the immense pain of the freezing cold whiteness consumes my body. I close my eyes and clench my teeth, taking a moment to get used to it. Calming down a bit once the pain subsides.With the sound of a knock at the door, I sigh out at the pain in my arm, why me, why is this happening, I need to find the source. Throwing my legs over my bed, I make my way over to the door and open it."Good morning deary, are you feeling any better?" Matilda asks the morning light glowing on her brown skin. I nod, "Yes, your soup did help quite a bit." I say with a gentle smile, she seems to light up a bit. "That's lovely to hear, I have a letter for you." She says handing me said letter."Well thank you." I smile at her, she nods, "Alright then, breakfast is almost and then after the other schools arrive for the festival. Do you feel well enough to go help them to their rooms?" She asks kindly with slight worry.