CLAUDIA Everett and I sat in the living room with an awkward silence in the air. My head was full of many things. After witnessing Annette’s death, I wished I was never pushed to request her death. ‘What will my don think of me now?’ “Claudia, can you please tell me what is going on in your mind?” Everett asked, and I adjusted my eyes to look at him. “What will our son think of me now, Everett? I’m a murderer.” He shook his head and reached for my hand. He lifted my hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on it. “You are no murderer, okay? I was the one that killed her, not you. She deserved to die, okay? Don’t feel so bad. You are a good person, Claudia, but sometimes, the good people are always pushed to the wall.” “About our son…” “Our son will be fine, Claudia. This would be written down, but you should know he would understand that she needed to be killed. She messed with the king, and the king killed her. You won’t be painted as evil because you aren’t. So be calm, okay
~After eighteen years~Maximillian I gazed at the archery targets carefully, my left hand slowly lifted up, holding the heavy recurved bow firmly. My right hand reached for my quiver, and I pulled out one arrow. I positioned it in the bow and pointed it at the targets. I closed my left eye so that I could get the appropriate angle and degree to release my arrow. After being satisfied with my positioning, I dragged the bowstring and arrow real quick and let go of the arrow. The arrow travelled from where I stood to the archery target, and I nervously watched it move. The King, my father, was at the other end, and as soon as the arrow pierced the target, he ran to it to check. “Yes! You did it!” He yelled, and I jumped up and punched the air in excitement. “I told you I’d be able to do it!” I yelled back boastfully. *Since I turned ten, I grew a great passion for shooting arrows. No one in Jamba Kingdom was an arrow shooter, and I wanted to break that record. My mother, Que
~1860~ CLAUDIA I hopped happily, turning in circles and giggling periodically as I moved closer to the Wagner Packhouse. I had a great time with Thorsten, my very good friend outside Wagner’s gigantic walls again. We have been friends since we were very young, and since I had him, I never thought of having another friend. He was more than enough. His father and mother, Dirk and Bettina Schulz happen to be part of the Wagner werewolf clan. His father is the Alpha of the Schulz pack. A werewolf clan is a local community made up of individual werewolf packs that come together for a common cause. It is often named after the Alpha that brings the packs together in a particular kingdom. Going down to Packs, we are members of the Crescent Moon Pack, descendants of the late Alpha Logan Wagner. The Wagner werewolf clan, even though being made up of about five different clans, is ruled by my parents Horst and Krista Wagner, it has never left the Wagner family or Crescent Moon Pack since
EVERETT I pushed her off me after I was done f**king her brains out. She looked at me with sadness written all over her. I sighed and looked away, her sad face couldn’t change anything. “Don’t look at me like that.” I stood up and reached for my boxers. “Why do you keep treating me like this Everett? What exactly do you want?” She approached and I turned to look at her. “What do you mean by what do I want? We made this clear before now, all we can do is f**k. I am not putting any marks on you, Annette.” She stood up and walked up to me, she held my hands and moved them to her mouth, and planted a soft kiss on them. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel the excitement I feel when I am with you. Everett my heart yearns for you and you alone. I have never felt this kind of way for any person. You are doing something to me Everett and you know it.” She muttered and I yanked my hands away from hers. “I’m sorry, but this can’t work. I wish it could, but it can’t.” Why couldn’t she un
CLAUDIA The sun rays entered my room through the window and were directly on my face. “Ma’am Petra! The curtains!” I cried out and covered my head with my bedspread. I heard my room door open, I knew it was Ma’am Petra. She walked to the window and I heard her pull the curtains. “Good morning Claudia.” She greeted and I yanked the bedspread off my head still closing my eyes. I opened my eyes and heaved out a sigh. I couldn’t sleep, what Mom and Dad told me kept tormenting me. “Oh, God… Claudia your eyes are swollen. Did you sleep at all?” Ma’am Petra became worried. She sat next to me on the bed and I looked at her. “The night was horrible,” I sat up and she passed the pillow to me. I placed the pillow behind me so I could rest my back on it. “Why was the night horrible my child? You had a nightmare?” She was so worried. It was written all over her. “I would prefer a nightmare to what happened last night,” I became sad again. I bent my head and began to fondle my fingers.
CLAUDIA The dry leaves from the trees dropped on me as I strolled into the garden. Thorsten and I had always loved sitting in the garden and chatting. On the garden bench, we always sat, there were plenty of dried leaves on it. The leaves had dropped more than usual. I got to the bench and swept the leaves off with my hand. I was preparing the bench for Thorsten’s arrival. If he was the one that came first, he would have done the same thing for me. After getting the leaves off the bench, I sat and placed my right leg on my left leg. I adjusted my high-waist gown so it couldn’t cover all of my legs. A beautiful flower tree was next to me, it was a pink cherry blossom tree. A faint smile crept across my face and I plucked a flower from the tree. I moved it to my nose and sniffed it shutting my eyes. “I got you a better one.” I heard the voice that always brought joy to my soul. I chuckled and bent my head to look at him. Thorsten had the most beautiful grin on his face, it made m
AFTER A MONTH CLAUDIA Ma’am Petra woke me up very early in the morning, she informed me it was time to prepare for the moonball party. I got out of bed sluggishly and dragged my feet on the Axminster carpet that completely overlaid my bedroom floor. I always enjoyed its soft feel under my feet, so most times I walk barefoot. I sat in front of my gigantic mirror, I stared at myself. My radiant hazel eyes were looking tired and my beautifully smooth and aligned hair had turned shaggy. I was too broken to pay attention to it. It’s been a month since I stopped seeing Thorsten but it seemed like yesterday. I still couldn’t believe it. I would tuck myself in bed for days. Dad, mom, and Ma’am Petra tried cheering me up but it didn’t work. My birthday came and I couldn’t celebrate, I refused to open the luxurious gifts my parents and a few people from the clan had gotten me. I was broken. Ma’am Petra walked up to me and stood behind me. She looked at me through the mirror with sympat
CLAUDIA The carriage rode into the black wrought iron fence of the Jamba Royal palace. The building was a terrace, and the building is finished in a simple black and white color palette on the facade. It was my first time at the Jamba palace, and I was loving everything about it. The exterior lighting was provided by street lamps and a pair of iron lanterns mounted on each side of the front door. I could see the name “JAMBA PALACE” written boldly with paint on the top of the building. It was well above eye level. The garden that surrounded the pathway the carriage rode caught my attention, there were flower beds, potted plants, shrubs in neoclassical urns, statues, and many more I couldn’t recognize. “Claudia, it’s time to get off.” I looked at Mom with a huge smile on my face, she was out of the carriage while I was feeding my eyes with the palace’s beauty. “I was examining the environment.” I climbed down the carriage with the help of the coachman, he held me by my right han