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2024-10-29 19:42:56[ALL IN HELL HAS AN ENDING AND GRUESOME BEGINNINGS!]
A darkened abyss was what Amethyst continuously found herself floating in. Great was the desperation and gloom that had embraced her enchanted soul— with hideous questions hoovering freely in her head.
Finding a soul, or two, that were responsible for the demise of her 'lovely' mother was a mission she had set herself to. One could yet for-say that she has become manic over the ages. A day would not pass without her having to be overshadowed by the lurid nightmares—those containing the appearance of her mother when she was beheaded right in front of her.
On a day recognised as the 3rd of November 1967, Amethyst sashayed beneath the teeming rain to accost a hooded silhouette that was looming back and forth the hushed street of Graham's Town. Trees nearby swayed in the wind and creaked as if they were talking to each other.
Gnashing her teeth in visible merriment, Amethyst's features published a treacherous smile, whilst her eyes were protruding and glowing with glee. "I am close mother!" She aired inaudible utters while she closed her eyes in relief, a minute she was close to the hooded individual before her rejoicing figure.
"Are you for certain that I will find them?" Amethyst contemptuously questioned with a forehead frowning at the squat, fat, old woman that was only smirking like a Cheshire cat in front of her shuddering figure.
"Be at ease MOON CRAWLER! I'm not called the 'Mother of Whispers' for no reason." The old woman's husky voice squealed while her piercing blue eyes threw Amethyst a withering glance, that for an obscure reason sent a wave of goosebumps to overwhelm Amethyst's system.
"Here! One drop at a time. Overdose will result in mutation." Mother of Whispers instructed after she had a bottle of a glowing blue liquid, out of her black skirt's pocket. Amethyst put on a smile that came from ear to ear. Her eyes were calm, albeit twinkling with darkness as they witnessed her quacking hands clench over a coveted gem, that many could kill for.
It continued to pour with heavy rain droplets upon the two individuals and none of them seemed to worry about the sudden change in the weather. A clap of thunder rumbled, encouraging lightning to pierce through the clouds to disclose the faces of both Amethyst and Mother Of Whispers.
"I'll take your wor—"
"Not so fast moon crawler! Don't forget our wager!" The old woman intruded on the utters of Amethyst with a menacing smile appearing on her wrinkled features.
"I dearly keep my word, Hera, so rest assured!" Amethyst assured, the old woman who was carefully studying her figure, as her boots throbbed off the scene with her hand waving up in the air. "I'll be there mother!" Amethyst averred, as she continued to catwalk away from the scene. Days sought to drift off and Amethyst's inner voice continued to echo in her head every second she told herself to reduce contemplating of her mother.
Finding the one responsible for the demise of her mother has already became her obsession, something she would not go a day without thinking of.
•••
[ONE EXTRAORDINARY DAY IN THE NORSE KINGDOM]
Low hanging storm clouds were hopelessly floating outside the big windows of the NORSE palace. The gentle breeze blew and moaned occasionally— encouraging the tiny, gold-painted bells that were fantastically hanged on every wall of the Norse palace, to jingle with a soothing rhythm.
Only a few drops of rain pattered on the roof for one, two seconds and then stopped for the rest of the day. It continued to smell like rain and yet more guests in fancy cars ought to drive in. On this particular day, king Howard was said to be returning from a voyage he had taken for nearly two years.
All Ombersley had long been waiting for him. People— poor and rich outside went mad with gaiety and joy over his return. His return was surely marked as a 'paramount event'. Surprising to oneself, no one seemed to care about the pandemic. Long as their king was still breathing nothing could matter anymore.
Great was foretold to be his powerful skills to approach bugbears and tackle them—amounting to the follow up of mere acquaintances crying with containment just to see him. On this day known as "HIS RETURN", golden rays of the winter sun warmed the gleaming stairs Amethyst was flying upon.
Her feet continued to scrape across the hallway, which was drenched with deafening guffaws and chinwags of the maids. With an immaculate and sly smile that she had plastered on her diamond-shaped face, she sashayed towards the big door coloured gold and red.
Behind the doors were two maids and princess Olivia, the 'most talked about' being in the NORSE KINGDOM. Holding her breath, she knocked on the door with her right-hand while the other was holding on to a tray covered by a silver cloth.
Two maids walked out with one of them showcasing a wide smile that divulged her white, shining teeth. Not willing to wait for a reply as usual, Amethyst threw herself in whilst she lifted her shoulders after sensing the bottle that Mother Of Whispers had given her, dancing in her pocket.
"This must be the room!" She silently grunted as her eyes went on to dart around the room. "Did I say you may enter?" A dulcet voice rumbled, piercing through Amethyst's pointy ears. Amethyst's hair whipped back fast where the voice came from to meet with a pair of enraged hazel eyes fixated on her figure.
An appalled gaze came into view shortly after Amethyst had given out a shortened titter. "I'm sorry…" Amethyst's cracking voice apologised while her hand clasped onto her pocket. "The Great Hallway is in her bedchamber!" She silently groaned after sighting a wall gleaming behind the angry individual in front of her.
"I was sent to give you th…."
"Place them on the dressing table and show yourself out." Princess Olivia intruded in her elucidation as she waved her hand to cut Amethyst short from going further.
With that, she immediately put the tray on the dressing table and as she was about to storm off, a maid unknown to Amethyst appeared in the doorway. "Sir Federico is said to have reached your highness." Her deep, acid voice said as she continued to take in deep breaths to catch up with her breath.
"Calm down Emelia! Are you certain that it is him—"
"Olivia! My one and only best cousin!" A chocolate–coloured, tall man with deep almond eyes said, boisterously hugging Olivia—who immediately cleared her throat to notify Amethyst and Emelia to clear themselves out of the room.
"Hard luck!" Amethyst said to herself silently as she shuffled out of the room, discouraged by her unaccomplished mission. "A story for another day!" She assured herself as she waddled in the corridor.
"Excuse me...who might you be miss?" Emelia inquired, with an investigative glance at Amethyst.
"Rebecca. Rebecca Francis…the new maid." Amethyst blurted with a smirk on her scarlet lips looking directly in the eyes of the short, wide-eyed woman before her. "Oh…..I almost forgot, pardon me for my unwelcoming……"
"Not a problem... please excuse me!" Amethyst stormed away, dampening Emelia's enthusiasm towards her.
•••
"Swans cry, Oh and NERIDA
Darkness covers Us.
Owls hoot upon us.
Danger! Rise high!"
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