open and slipped in. Her skin was a dark olive shade and she over an inch taller as she stood beside me cross armed. She wrinkled her nose, sucking in her curved lips, her eyes grazing over me with a smirk.
“You must be Maricel” She said. I tried to move away from her to mask my discomfort as my body betrayed me with nervous gestures.
“I am who I am,” I replied. She tilted her head.
“So how is Lemuria treating you?”
“It is a lot to take in” I replied softly, keeping my eyes on the floor, wondering if she could even hear me. The energy she put off, offset my equilibrium.
“Poor thing it must be overwhelming. I do not know what Azazel was thinking, lying to you about who he is nonetheless dragging you into the crossfire of the order.” She …show more content…
I could hear singing from the far distance as the chaos went on.
“Fascist!” One of the men shouted from the top of his lungs. The police opened fire, and some of them retreated into the gaggle of civilians, but the brigade of officers chased and beat them with nightsticks.
I covered my eyes at chaos ensued. Azazel kept my head burrowed into him. A group of women squealed while others stood in unflinching solidarity as they took bullets to their heads as a symbol of protest. I caught a familiar set of eyes staring at me from beneath a hood. They were that of a woman, but I could not place where I had seen her before.
We were the last to reach the castle and drifted closer to the walls that remained open. On the steps leading up to throne a famous musician sang. The people clapped, lifting their hands. When the carriage came into view they fell on their faces in worship. The song was coming to a close as fireworks shot up into the sky, ending with an “All HAIL QUEEN MARICEL.” Azazel emerged and took my hand as he climbed the steps to the throne room. He held up my hand. The crowd cheered. A destitute woman sprang out from the crowd like a cheetah, snatching my arm, …show more content…
Ava, came from behind carrying the pillow the crown rested upon. Azazel lifted the diadem off my head. Then, Slate withdrew the crown from the pillow, instructing Ava to step back and ordered me to kneel.
The woman’s death rattled me and I tried to blank out the image. He placed the weighty coronation crown upon my head. Something in Ava’s eyes changed as she watched, her expression added to my guilt. I sat there trying to appear as regal as possible, although inside, I felt like a scumbag. Azazel handed me a golden scepter as I sat still as stone and pictures were snapped. Another song was performed in my honor, before the event transitioned into dancing, confetti and offerings.
Afterwards, I lagged behind Azazel as he ventured through the castle. The crown resurrected memories being a little girl. Those were the days, I would collect blue wild indigo, fashioning a crown out of flowers and twirl around in the prairies pretending that I ruled the land. A faint image of the silhouette of my imaginary friend playing with me flashed before my eyes. I never had been able to recall such a thing giving credence to mother’s omen which troubled me.
“What exactly happened back there?” I asked, stopping him, from taking me any
“You must be Maricel” She said. I tried to move away from her to mask my discomfort as my body betrayed me with nervous gestures.
“I am who I am,” I replied. She tilted her head.
“So how is Lemuria treating you?”
“It is a lot to take in” I replied softly, keeping my eyes on the floor, wondering if she could even hear me. The energy she put off, offset my equilibrium.
“Poor thing it must be overwhelming. I do not know what Azazel was thinking, lying to you about who he is nonetheless dragging you into the crossfire of the order.” She …show more content…
I could hear singing from the far distance as the chaos went on.
“Fascist!” One of the men shouted from the top of his lungs. The police opened fire, and some of them retreated into the gaggle of civilians, but the brigade of officers chased and beat them with nightsticks.
I covered my eyes at chaos ensued. Azazel kept my head burrowed into him. A group of women squealed while others stood in unflinching solidarity as they took bullets to their heads as a symbol of protest. I caught a familiar set of eyes staring at me from beneath a hood. They were that of a woman, but I could not place where I had seen her before.
We were the last to reach the castle and drifted closer to the walls that remained open. On the steps leading up to throne a famous musician sang. The people clapped, lifting their hands. When the carriage came into view they fell on their faces in worship. The song was coming to a close as fireworks shot up into the sky, ending with an “All HAIL QUEEN MARICEL.” Azazel emerged and took my hand as he climbed the steps to the throne room. He held up my hand. The crowd cheered. A destitute woman sprang out from the crowd like a cheetah, snatching my arm, …show more content…
Ava, came from behind carrying the pillow the crown rested upon. Azazel lifted the diadem off my head. Then, Slate withdrew the crown from the pillow, instructing Ava to step back and ordered me to kneel.
The woman’s death rattled me and I tried to blank out the image. He placed the weighty coronation crown upon my head. Something in Ava’s eyes changed as she watched, her expression added to my guilt. I sat there trying to appear as regal as possible, although inside, I felt like a scumbag. Azazel handed me a golden scepter as I sat still as stone and pictures were snapped. Another song was performed in my honor, before the event transitioned into dancing, confetti and offerings.
Afterwards, I lagged behind Azazel as he ventured through the castle. The crown resurrected memories being a little girl. Those were the days, I would collect blue wild indigo, fashioning a crown out of flowers and twirl around in the prairies pretending that I ruled the land. A faint image of the silhouette of my imaginary friend playing with me flashed before my eyes. I never had been able to recall such a thing giving credence to mother’s omen which troubled me.
“What exactly happened back there?” I asked, stopping him, from taking me any