The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)

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22. Act 21

We walked halfway through the night, when the moon was highest in the black sky, until we finally found ourselves in Irian. In every other district in Onsia, the citizens wore plain tunics, and ordinary market places. Irian was proud to be different from the rest. Their garbs ranged from all kinds of bright exotic colors and eccentric styles, branching out all over the entire gamut. Even their market place was different from the rest. It was held at night all around the main square of the city. In the center of it all they always had some sort of entertainment, like musicians playing, or dancers dazzling the crowd with intricate routines. Irian was exposed to many different cultures due to their location. They bordered two other kingdoms, Crailon and Ringoria, and were by the forbidden lands.

            In order to keep trade flowing at an abundant level, Irian transformed their city into a cultural epicenter, embracing all travelers. This status also put Irian in a favorable position to follow its own beliefs. No matter what happened, since they were not dependant on the crown, like the other districts in Onsia, even if Straiyer took the thrown he would have no leverage against them.

            The streets bustled at this time of night; the market was in full boom. I smiled looking around at everything; it was like I was seven again, visiting for the first time. People passed us by, not recognizing us, as we made our way to the city’s main square. I pulled Logan to the side quickly, moving us out of the stream of people.

            “I need to find the councilmen of the city,” I told him. He nodded, at least indicating that he could hear me above all of the bustle and noise around us. “It would better if I went to talk to them alone, in order to explain the situation without making them nervous.” His eyes studied me for a moment. I could tell from the look on his face that this did not sit well with him, but I ignored it and pressed on. “I sent my servant here, Ida. I want you to find her and let her know I’ve arrived.”

            Finally Logan agreed. So after giving him a description of Ida, I went off in search of the city hall. It did not take long to find, it was on the north side of the main square. I pushed my way through throngs of people watching a group of dancers, over to the north end. Eventually I had finally squeezed my way through and entered the building. Suddenly, all the music from outside was lowered to a hushed to a low din. I took a moment to compose myself, and tried to look as professional as possible in my tunic and trousers, before venturing into the bowels of the building. The main hall led to a small round room with five doors connecting to it, and a lone desk in the center of it. A small, bookish man sat poring over a novel when I stopped in front of him. He adjusted his glasses as he looked up at me.

            “How can I help you?” he asked in a nasally voice.

            “I need to see all of the councilmen immediately, it is an emergency.” Though my face was solemn, I allowed my voice to express the urgency of the situation. He looked at me with a skeptic look.

            “Listen girl, you cannot just come in here and demand all of the councilmen to gather. Just who do you think you are?” The arrogance in his voice incited annoyance within me. This little imp was wasting precious time.

            “I am Princess Fiamatta Onsia,” my voice boomed as my eyes glared down at the little man. “Now, you will comply with my request and gather all of the councilmen here immediately, or you will face the consequences of my wrath.”

He had shrunk down in his seat beneath the pressure of my glare. He scrambled out from behind the desk, bowing low to the ground and mumbling apologies faster than they could fall out of his mouth. I watched him scurry to the door leading out to the market. Now, everything was about to begin.

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