SO I AM ACTING LIKE NONE OF THE LAST SCENE HAPPENED. BECAUSE AS SAID PREVIOUSLY, I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND. I’M GOING TO START STRAIGHT AFTER SHE STORMED OUT (BUT SHE DOESN’T KNOW SHE IS THE QUEENIE PERSON JUST YET)
I will not boast, but the dress I sowed out of some old scraps Zephina had stolen from the cloth market is simply spectacular. Fine, I will boast. The dress was floor length and the rugged pale blue fabric itself was nothing special. I had made it special. It was now a masterpiece, the best thing I had ever sown but also the easiest. Simple but pretty, I had used little crystal balls that were discarded around the slums to embellish the flowing arms that made the piece so elegant and pretty.
Pleased with my achievements, I returned the needle and thread to the rest of what remained of my belongings (a tattered tunic, my jade pin, a pen and two pairs of underwear), everything else had either been burned after being too dirty to clean or stolen by scroungers along my travels. I had set out with a full bag and I finished with a near empty. It would have to do.
Besides, I could make do. The labour of learning how to sow some time back, seemed like a blessing now. There was a point where the tailor in the village had told me to give up, that I was hopless with such a delicate art and I was wasting his time. I am lucky that that had simply made me want to prove him wrong.
Zephina stormed in. For the past week she had been looking for a job for us anywhere and everywhere after a general agreement that we couldn’t continue with the coins I had remaining. No-one seemed to want to smuggle us out of danger so we wouldn’t need to be in disguise all day every day- we were still wanted for murder. No-one seemed to want to give us jobs that didn’t involve selling ourselves in various ways. And Zephina would definitely not steal. Not anything too big.
“Zephina.” I said cautiously, she was a devil in anger.
“Look. I sowed a dress,” I said with a small smile.
“A dress. Amara. As pretty as a dress that is, we didn’t need a dress. Where will you wear a dress? We are wanted. Amara. There are posters of us in every bakers, in every tailors, in every inn. You can never wear a stupid dress in this city, in this country ever again.. We need to leave. This country. This horrible city. You have an inn in your name? It is peaceful? Let us leave for there.”
I stared into her doe like eyes, “No. I just arrived. I am not going now.”
“But. Your uncle sent you no-where. Let us go back. What do you have here?.”
“No. I need to stay,” I said quietly.
“Why? You have decided the man claiming to be Elias is a liar. You have agreed that Elias can not be found. You know this city is a wreck,” she snapped. I took a deep breath. I did not want to return. I was not going to return. Never.
Deciding to change the subject, I asked,
“Zephina, do you not have any relatives here?”
Surprisingly, she takes no visible bother by the question, “I’m an orphan. Raised in the orphan house of Faecham and ran away as soon as I realised what a dump it was.”
“Oh.” I said, not knowing how to answer, “We are both so alone.”
“Stop avoiding the question, Amara. We can not stay. Not freely. Not here. Not ever.”
I leant out of the window. It was true. We could never stay here without someone noticing we were both killers. Zephina would bring trouble upon us sooner and later and so would I. We were both ticking time bombs, waiting to explode, killing ourself and all of those innocent around us. Yes, she was right, an empty stone building in the middle of the dessert was a haven.
“Yes.” Zephina shaked her head in confusion, “Yes, we should leave.”
NOTE: I FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING IS TOO SEVERE. FIX THAT FUTURE ME. SOMETHING FUNNY. I’M NO GOOD AT FUNNY, THOUGH. SORRY. MAYBE DEVELOP A SENSE OF HUMOUR BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS AND START EDITTING? UGH. HOW DO COMICS DO THIS? STAND UP COMEDIANS YOU HAVE SO MUCH TALENT.
Zephina had found a luxurious ship, to smuggle onto for the next night, rather like the one I had saved her on. She taught me how to swim that evening in our deserted spot near the ports and how to jump out of the ship and dive into the sea. Though, she made it look as easy as breathing, it was all rather difficult. But then life was difficult. I would just have to make do. Everything was ready to leave. We were ready.
Night fell onto day and the sun rose. I woke Zephina up and in a scurry we gathered our little belongings, I wrapped up my assets (sorry but XD LIKE WHAT THE HELL, THIS IS FOR DULC) and tied up the black scarf over my face with as many pins as possible in the hope it would not fall. Just my green eyes were visible.
I didn’t like the olive shade of my eyes. It was not normal for my dark skin tone and (especially in the dessert), it was uncommon for such a daring eye colour. My eyes made me stand out and there was nothing I could do to hide them.
Pushing through the crowds gathered round for the market day with Zephina, I breathed in my last sight of this strange city.
“Here, here! On this day the king has sent 100 men strong troops to help the rebels in the unnamed lands!”
Pecked the news callers, calling out news I didn’t quite understand. I had never bothered to indulge into Faechman’s politics. But I had been through the unnamed lands on my journey here. The country was divided and broken. A brother killed a brother over views and the people that suffered the most, as with all wars, were the children.
“The king’s wedding is in two days! Celebrate like a royal.”
Shouted a scrawny man to me, holding up a fattened but live chicken like a trophy. I ignored the man, continuing with my journey. When it bit the man’s hand, it was hard not to laugh.
“Sir, spare a coin,”
Begged a teenage girl, so thin, you could see the ribs sticking out of her very revealing shirt. I pulled out one of the remaining gold coins from the loose pouches attached to cover my hips. She smiled at me and I smiled back, though I guess she couldn’t see through the cloth.
When we finally reached somewhere quiet, I rejoined with Zephina.
“What did you just do?” zephina said, rolling her eyes.
“I gave a coin to a poor girl. But you wouldn’t know would you? Charity. C-H-A-R-I-T-Y. An act of good. Good people do it.” I said sarcastically. What was wrong with her?
“You idiot. They are part of a wider network. The girls prey on tourists, on people who don’t know the area. They are scammars,” she scolded in her motherly way. “Not so charitable now.”
“Well I am better than you. Miss I don’t care about anyone else.”
She made a horrible face and then walked up to a little stall in a desserted alleyway selling hot drinks with a younger boy at the till. I stayed at the sidelines and watched carefully. She removed her scarf and long overcoat that hided her figure, making a show of it all as if she was removing her actual clothes (which in a sense she was). I gasped, unable to understand what she was doing. Then, as she smiled stupidly like a dumb girl, it clicked. Zephina was taking advantage of his stupidity.
“Oh... What do you think...”
“Aiden.” He said, blushing tremendously. I felt sorry for the poor boy.
“Aiden, what do you think I should order?” Zephina tapped a finger on his nose and smiled again.
“Oh.. A... A.” He stammered, unable to find the words, rubbing across his very spotty face.
“A black coffee. No milk. Perfect. You read my mind,” she said, flicking her short mousey hair. When he gave her the coffee, the poor boy was so caught up in Zephina’s flirting that he forgot to ask her to pay. That devil. She reapplied her veil and shrugged on the coat, handing me back the coffee.
“How can you?” I said, I knew very well how she could do such a thing. Zephina had no prospect of right or wrong, no boundaries. She could kill a man and she could manipulate another. But it strangely didn’t bother me. Not too much. As long as she didn’t hurt me.
“Black coffee, is like heaven but black. Black heaven. Mmm.. I don’t need the whiteness of milk to stain the dark beauty,” she said. I blinked thrice. She must have known what I was implying. Quite frankly, I did not care about her coffee.
She waved one arm and bringing the other holding the cup to her pink lips.
“Zephina...” I pressed.
She continued to wave her arm. Yes, she knew exactly what I was implying.
“Stop it. Stop ignoring your..” I didn’t know what to say, how to say it in the nicest way possible. I didn’t want to be horrible.
“My complete incapability to understand a Strangers emotions. Oh Amara, I am proud of my bad qualities as much as I am proud of my good. I love myself from head to toe. And, it is useful, not caring. Because if you don’t care about the world,” she jumped upon the railing of the river and shouted to no-one, “You don’t care about anything. And when you don’t care about anything, you can live exactly the way you want to.”
Just as I was about to speak again, a stern looking officer marched past the two of us and I shut my lips in order to conceal myself. By the time he was gone, I had decided that what I was about to say was not going to be helpful to anyone.
By the time we had reached the docks, it was too late. The sun had risen and the people were boarding. We watched from the roof of the guard’s centre, as people carried in the supplies for the month. There was bread and fresh vegetables and smoked fish and meat and bedding and cloths and decorations.
At the same time, through a back door, then the servants boarded. At first I simply watched as a shadowy figure shouted and led them in like a herd of sheep without feelings. The older women clutched onto a group of younger boys and girls who cowered when the figure inspected each and every one of them. Like Leila.
“You. You better not look at any of the passengers like that! Never look them in the eye,” he spat at a tearful girl who winced when he grabbed her from the collar of her black maids dress.
I didn’t know what I was thinking when I climbed off the slated roof, leaving a distracted Zephina, and followed the young children but I know I was overcome by emotion. I didn’t know what to do when I was inside the servants quaters but I know I needed to do this. I don’t know why I didn’t turn back when Zephina called for me from the docks but I know she didn’t need me, I was just a liability. I don’t know why I didn’t run when the shadowy figure spotted me lulling about but I know I was guilty of a lot more than trespassing. So when he stabbed me through the heart, like Zephina had taught me, I did not care.
Ok. So SHE HAS BEEN STABBED. I KNOW I JUMP A LOT AND DRAG A BIT IN PLACES, FIX THAT DEAREST ME.
And------ YEAH. THIS IS GOING AWESOMELY. EVEN IF HALF OF IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. I AM FINALLY SITTING ON THAT DAMNED CHAIR AND WRITING! :P
SO LIST FOR TOMORROW (IN CASE I LOOSE THESE IDEAS) (SPOILERS IF YOU READ THIS, WHEN I TOLD YOU IT WAS A PIECE OF TRASH AND NOT TO)
SHE WAKES UP WITH ELIAS AND ZEPHINA (A BIT LIKE BEFORE)
SHE IS COMPLETELY FINE, NOT HURTING, COMPLETELY FINE
DECIDES TO LISTEN
QUEEN X (SHOCK)