The Story of Our Beginning

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The Journey


Once I left the tavern, I headed on my way to the Day Kingdom. The trip wouldn’t take long, but it would be perilous. The forests changed slowly as I gradually got closer to the Day kingdom. The sky was still dark, but the air was getting warmer and sticky. I wiped away the bullets of sweat that were forming on my forehead. I adjusted my pack that hung on my shoulder. It was light, not unbearable. It kept the servants' clothing and some other items for my use. I looked to see as the ice that coated the trees were melted or even dripping from the icicles. I must be getting close. I pushed forward, even though my fur coat was starting to get damp from my sweat. Ugh, I feel disgusting. I finally saw the sun start to rise in front of me. It was, interesting. I’ve never seen anything like it. The papers said that they are in light constantly. Contrary to us in the Night Kingdom, who are in the dark constantly. The papers also said that I should take some precautions because the constant light might damage my nocturnal eyes. The roofs of houses and buildings started to come into view.

Once I got to the edge of town, I was confronted by a Day guard. His armor was bright and shiny, made out of a gold color. It was so blinding I had to shield my eyes while he walked towards me.

“Looking to reside here?” The guard asked. What? How do I respond? I didn’t really think this part through.

“Uh. No, I already live here. I was out looking at the forest.” I replied, silently praying that the guard would buy my story.

“Oh okay. Can I get your name?” Oh no.

“Uh, you know what I’m late for a meeting is it ok if I just head on through?” Oh, gods. Oh, gods.

“Of course, sir.” He smiled and stepped aside, creating a path for me to walk through. Thank gods. I smiled back and walked past him and into the town. The buildings were carefully crafted with timber frames, and wattle that was made out twigs. The people wore bright clothes, and some wore Night Kingdom attire. But, all in all, they seemed happy. That’s new. Howlers and Chirpers alike. Wow, this is weird. Seeing that was calming. I stood frozen in awe in the middle of the street, walking in circles, looking at the people and agriculture. I pinched my arm, bringing my mind back to my assignment. I searched for the home I was looking for. It was said that it had a tiny star carved in the fence around it. I walked along the street, focusing on the fences that lined each of the houses. Finally, I got to a house that had the star carved in it. I walked to the door, repeating the code-words in my head. I knocked twice and stepped back. The door squeaked open, and a tall dark-haired male stood behind.

“The night has called. The wolf must answer.” I said. It was a phrase that people were supposed to say to Nova when greeting him. At least that’s what the notes said.

“The wolf has howled. The night may enter.” He replied and opened the door wider, motioning me to come in. I stepped into the threshold, hesitant to what would be on the other side. The inside sitting room was simple, chairs scattered around, a fireplace in the middle already lit up. Nova nodded at me to sit in the chair by the fireplace. As I sat, I looked and got a better look at him. His traditional Night Kingdom black hair was short on top with shaven sides. His eyes were a milky grey, and he was tall. He was big in the sense of muscle, but not toned.

“Here.” He handed me a bottle of a strange liquid. “It’s for your eyes. Put a drop or two in both. It will help you get used to the light.” He must’ve seen my puzzled look. Or it might have been my constant squinting and blinking.

“My name is Vasper Bellatrix. I-”

“I know who you are, and why you’re here. I don’t need a whole backstory.” He interrupted me. My mouth stayed open from shock. He’s no fun. I thought I’d at least be on his good side.

“Uh, okay. So then let’s get down to business.” I scowled. He nodded his head for me to follow him. I trailed him to the kitchen where there was a table cluttered with papers and blueprints. Nova opened a blueprint of the Day Palace and rested his hands on the edge of the table. I was about to open my mouth, but I was interrupted by a slight bang from the upstairs. My hand flew to my dagger, prepared to fight. I looked to Nova and his face was, puzzling. It was a weird reading. He looked almost scared. I looked at the stairs and started walking towards them.

“No,” Nova said quickly, walking in front of me. “It’s my house. Let me check.” I nodded hesitantly. What is he hiding? A few moments later, Nova walked back downstairs.

“What was it?” I asked, following him back to the table.

“A box fell off a table. Nothing serious.” He said without making eye contact. That’s a lie.

“Okay. Let’s get back to it.” I watched the stairs in the corner of my eye. He’s definitely hiding something. Right now isn’t a good time to investigate, but I will find out what he’s hiding.

“This right here is the old ballroom. The Day Queen uses this for the initiation of the new servants.” He pointed to a big boxed room in the middle of the first floor. “I will lead you to the initiation, and you will stay there until I come and get you. I’ll take you to her throne room which is on the second floor. I will explain to her that I will be taking a leave of absence and you will be taking my place.” His hand moved to the second blueprint, at an even bigger room in the front of the Palace.

I nodded along with everything he said, hatching plans in my head. The realization of how hard this was going to be hit me like a brick. I have to kill her and make it out alive. How am I going to do this?

“Listen. I know this is going to be hard.” Nova stared seriously into my eyes. “You might die. But you have an order. And you have to follow through. So, show our queen how good you are and do your job.” It sounded more like a lecture than a motivational speech.

“Okay. I’m going to shadow you for a revolution, then I will pick the moment to strike.” I said, staring at the blueprint.

“I have a couch you can sleep on for the night. But from tomorrow on, you will sleep in the palace.” He demanded while throwing a blanket at me. Where did he get that from? Nova pointed to a couch that sat in the corner of the room. I walked to it and sat placing the blanket on myself.

My expert ears picked up on some shuffling from the upstairs. I looked up in confusion. What is that? And why is he hiding it? I looked at Nova, but he wasn’t paying attention to me. My confusion grew more and more, but I pushed it down. I can’t be focusing on him, I need to focus on my job. I laid down on the pillow and closed my eyes. When I wake up, I’ll be focused on the kill. I repeated the phrase in my head, engraving it in my brain.

I hope I don’t mess this up.

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