4. Nadia
I shot out my arms and grabbed the railing. The atmosphere becomes tense as Jienna locks eyes with me. She let out a short squeak before catching my other arm and hauling me back up. I landed a few feet from her, catching my racing heart.
“Holy shi-”
I tried to process what just happened. How come I didn’t sense her from behind me? I turned, my confusion peaking. Jienna stood with her arms straight at her sides, but the look in her eyes was odd. Slowly, I reached out to touch her shoulder, but she jolted from whatever she was thinking and snapped her gaze towards me.
She evaded my eyes, scratching at her arm. It was probably an accident; I reasoned.
“Um… did you hear us right now?” I ask Jienna.
“The c-onversation?”
I don’t mistake the tremor in her voice, but I nod, edging her on.
“Yeah, I did.”
It was soft. Her voice was soft. She nudged something on the ground with her toe, as if guilty for eavesdropping. My eyes hardened. It made me sweat just thinking about how this could start a rumour. I had easily forgotten that Jenna was there since she was so quiet. How effortlessly she merged with her surroundings unnerved me.
It would be risky to have people know I am Master Thelowar’s student. I looked at my reflection on the floor and met Jienna’s eyes. Geez, this day ain’t it.
“Jienna, I know what I talked about with Master Thelowar may seem weird but I need you to keep this a-,” before I can even finish talking, she cuts in.
“I know, it’s o-okay. Y-your secret is s-safe with me. I promise n-not to tell anyone. It’s the least I can do after h-having my neck s-saved,” she said.
“I’m sure you would do nothing to harm me or anyone in this mansion. But, I just want to keep this between us.” I gestured.
After seeing her slight smile, I took it as a confirmation. I changed the topic and explained how the system inside the mansion worked.
………
“Especially during the power phase of ‘the Harbinger’, a lot of the servants faced systematic abuse.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the headache to pass. Focus, Nadia.
“Wouldn’t it be better if you told Master Thelowar about all the ruckus she’s causing?” Jienna wondered.
I wiped the steps. “I see where you’re coming from, and I get why you think that’s an option. But the problem is the fact she knows too much.”
She fidgeted with her fingers, waiting for me to continue.
“No one dares to speak up. Even if it reaches the Master, how could he possibly believe that his nurturing wife would have such an attitude? That is why you shouldn’t fall for her traps and succumb to her psychotic desires. One day she’s gonna make it so you can never escape her. Never let that happen, Jienna.”
I groaned, stretching my back as my muscles ached. The distracted look in Jienna’s eyes told me she hadn’t accepted what I said yet.
“Should I leave?”
That question caught me off guard. I looked at the rag for a second before answering. Leave? How naïve. Especially considering the pay, leaving is the last of your options. I sighed as I brushed away sweat-slicked hair from her face.
“I’ve been to mansions where abuse was a great deal worse than here. I can’t guarantee you will find a better place, but you don’t have to worry since these workers are trustworthy enough to ask for help if you need it. Considering how easily she’ll get bored, and how well you are at… camouflaging, you shouldn’t have any problems slipping by undetected,” I said.
After a playful nudge, she smiled. It felt good to relieve some of the gloom that inhibited her face a second ago. We fell into a comfortable silence as we finished up the last of the cleaning.
“My shift ends now,” she looked at the sky.
I hadn’t realized what time it was until I looked at the heavy sun. It looked eager to let the moon take over, waiting to pass. I somehow shared the same sentiment with the sun. Time in this mansion, my friend, either leaves you or leaves you chasing after it.
“Leave before dark,” I advise. She snorts as if the night didn’t scare her.
It made me wonder what she ate to be immune to the dark.
“On a serious note, you may have to deal with the twins. The mental pain ain’t worth it, girl.”
She just laughed before waving goodbye and disappearing around the corner.
As she left, I smiled and looked up at the sky. After being wrapped in the sun’s rays for a second, I closed my eyes and imagined the light coming through the thicket of tree leaves. Soon, I felt a hum as a memory of a tightrope passed through my mind; I snapped my eyes open.
Now that’s a memory I do not want to unlock.
I grabbed the dirty water and made sure it didn’t slosh out the sides as I made my way to the washing station. I fisted the rags and made sure I squeezed them tight before slinging them over my shoulder. Thelowars’ study room was my next stop after I made my way down.
To sum up why I needed Master Thelowar, would take too long to cover. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying this out of romantic intentions or whatever, haha. Madame Thelowar flashed briefly through my mind as I shivered.
Anyhow, I let my greed for what was once mine return to me. A hunger that was so powerful I wanted to have it more than my love for money, gold, and power. I promise to fulfill my duty, grandmother. With a smile on my face, my devoted heart echoed loudly in my ears. I promise.
5. Nadia “Um, Master Thelowar, I think this is a bad idea.” I fumbled with my fingers as an awful premonition arose within me. I should’ve left when I had the chance. It’s not like this shi’ is mandatory. Let me recap what happened a few minutes ago… After skipping with glee to the study, a dark premonition came over me. How did I come to this realization? Well, I came to find a very irritating itch on my ass. (No, it’s not because I don’t wash my ass, ‘cus I very much DO). While I stood there, staring at the wall, I peeked around the corner real quick before I rubbed that area. Hallelujah, of all things to happen. It had to be this. I rolled my eyes, continuing my course. My grandmother used to scratch her ass whenever something bad was about to happen, too. Well, at least it’s not my coochie. * cough * * cough * My mother. * cough * * cough * But
6. Nadia “Take the trash out with Afsan,” Suzana instructed, before gliding away. A trail of scullery maids followed soon after, quick to listen to her rushed instructions. The head maid was definitely the best for her job. Prim and proper, she was everything Madame Thelowar should’ve been. Enough of that. I needed to know about what’s in store for me come Friday. I asked Afsan about the gathering. Asking the maids, were out of the question right now. “So, the servants have a duty this time around?” I ask. His response was curt. “Apparently.” We loaded the sacks into the metal crate, rusting at its side. I banged the rusted metal to attract the attention of the man upfront. It took a second for me to see him amidst the flurry of flies. After seeing him nod, I relaxed. He flicked the cigarette away before taking the trash away on his run-down bike, leaving a buzz of flies scurrying after him
7. Nadia I jolted as the truck passed a bump, making me groan out in pain. The wood must’ve shifted to an awkward angle behind my neck while I was sleeping. As if on cue, I overheard a laugh sound from the drivers upfront, and a wave of irritation shot through me. Those bastards, I cursed before turning my eyes elsewhere. How strange... I dug around to ease the pressure in my ear. The pain distorted my hearing, which shot a jolt of panic through me. You're so stupid, Nadia. Falling asleep just like that.The voice in my head pinged around like thorns, making me crankier than usual. A small finger jutted out from under a worn tunic sleeve. It didn’t take long to realize who they aimed the jab towards. “Did you see how she was snoring?” The older of the two boys asked. They snickered, imitating my face rather hideously. I stared at them, blank. Is this your firs
8. Calaf -Earlier that day, in the palace- This information better be worth listening to. I released a sigh before turning my attention to the fellow in front of me. Soot and mud impregnated the carpet beneath the quivering knight, drenching it with a faint brown stain. I scrunched my nose in disapproval. The smell reeking from his armour told me that the newbie’s been through an awful path to get me the information I asked from him prior. I nodded at the butler and sipped my tea. He understood my command as he quickly retrieved the sodden documents from the knight’s outstretched hands. Che, it’s gone cold. I frowned at the drink and noticed the butler’s wariness. My discontentment must’ve shown on my face as he made haste to divert my attention elsewhere. “Your Highness, these documents need to be looked over,” he blurted out. He placed the crumpl
The haze of pain that washed over me disappeared as fast as it came. I rubbed my chest with apprehension, hesitant to move forth with my schedule. Should I risk it today? I felt for other signs of pain and discovered none. Rather, my urge to leave the hauntingly dark palace roared like fire through my veins. I got up and restored my appearance on the jewel-encrusted mirror hanging on the wall. It leaned against it heavily. Almost as if its bearings were too much for it to hold. The thin mirror was elongated in shape. Rectangular, with tarnished gold rims that emphasized its edges with a vintage appeal. Nonetheless, it looked akin to any other mirror. At least that's what I've been told. Normal, they say? What a good job I've done then, I thought with some reverence. A few years back I infused concealing magic into the mirror so it performs as a walk-in cell. Years of work
It came first as a deafening ring, before forming a sound like that of a grown man in the pits of agony. With this, the room ascent into a chaos that involved running mages and flying crates raining splinters of wood. The curses that followed would have sent Sufian into an uproarious glee. I forgot the command I was to give and made way towards the retreating crowd, all the while feeling my patience wearing thin by the second. The crates should’ve been neutralized by now. What’s taking them so long? I looked at the liturgy dealing with the bigger crates and glared at the mages from my castle. How embarrassing. They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will
1. Nadia I recovered my face with a veil as I walked towards the dawning city, only pausing at the hindrance keeping me from my path. And it was the blasted sun that lapped at my skin like a thirsty hound. “Aishhh- why now?” I complained, irritated. The wind was working against me. No, rebelling is a better word. Rebelling, bullying me even. I’m definitely blaming this on my granny. That woman’s up there howling in her seat, watching the sand feast at my life. I catch my breath and wait a sec to deliberate whether I should just turn back. In that moment of hesitancy, I felt the exposed areas of my body stinging, pulsing in cadence to my anger. Like the wind wasn’t already enough, golden coils of sand lashed at me, leaving cruel marks against my feet. Feet that were pockmarked from the last spasm of bruises and blisters. I regretted every decision that made me live out in th
2. Nadia I left my shoes outside and dusted off my clothes before approaching the burly guards at the doors. Why are you looking at me like that? I questioned, kinda bothered by all the hard looks I’ve been receiving from them so far. I regarded the menacing man before turning away. His blue eyes were hard. Slow day, huh? It seemed like he read my mind. Whilst shrugging, he took my sac and sifted through it, plopping it into my hands, as soon as he finished. Then he turned to receive instructions from the head maid. “You,” he jerked a calloused finger at me, “clean the stairs today.” “Yes, sir.” I nodded, heading in. I looked inside the foyer that the man appointed me grimly. There were already clusters of servants crowding the hallway. As soon as I had put my things away, I hurried to the washing station before the crowd surrounded it. The chatter approached me faster
It came first as a deafening ring, before forming a sound like that of a grown man in the pits of agony. With this, the room ascent into a chaos that involved running mages and flying crates raining splinters of wood. The curses that followed would have sent Sufian into an uproarious glee. I forgot the command I was to give and made way towards the retreating crowd, all the while feeling my patience wearing thin by the second. The crates should’ve been neutralized by now. What’s taking them so long? I looked at the liturgy dealing with the bigger crates and glared at the mages from my castle. How embarrassing. They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will
The haze of pain that washed over me disappeared as fast as it came. I rubbed my chest with apprehension, hesitant to move forth with my schedule. Should I risk it today? I felt for other signs of pain and discovered none. Rather, my urge to leave the hauntingly dark palace roared like fire through my veins. I got up and restored my appearance on the jewel-encrusted mirror hanging on the wall. It leaned against it heavily. Almost as if its bearings were too much for it to hold. The thin mirror was elongated in shape. Rectangular, with tarnished gold rims that emphasized its edges with a vintage appeal. Nonetheless, it looked akin to any other mirror. At least that's what I've been told. Normal, they say? What a good job I've done then, I thought with some reverence. A few years back I infused concealing magic into the mirror so it performs as a walk-in cell. Years of work
8. Calaf -Earlier that day, in the palace- This information better be worth listening to. I released a sigh before turning my attention to the fellow in front of me. Soot and mud impregnated the carpet beneath the quivering knight, drenching it with a faint brown stain. I scrunched my nose in disapproval. The smell reeking from his armour told me that the newbie’s been through an awful path to get me the information I asked from him prior. I nodded at the butler and sipped my tea. He understood my command as he quickly retrieved the sodden documents from the knight’s outstretched hands. Che, it’s gone cold. I frowned at the drink and noticed the butler’s wariness. My discontentment must’ve shown on my face as he made haste to divert my attention elsewhere. “Your Highness, these documents need to be looked over,” he blurted out. He placed the crumpl
7. Nadia I jolted as the truck passed a bump, making me groan out in pain. The wood must’ve shifted to an awkward angle behind my neck while I was sleeping. As if on cue, I overheard a laugh sound from the drivers upfront, and a wave of irritation shot through me. Those bastards, I cursed before turning my eyes elsewhere. How strange... I dug around to ease the pressure in my ear. The pain distorted my hearing, which shot a jolt of panic through me. You're so stupid, Nadia. Falling asleep just like that.The voice in my head pinged around like thorns, making me crankier than usual. A small finger jutted out from under a worn tunic sleeve. It didn’t take long to realize who they aimed the jab towards. “Did you see how she was snoring?” The older of the two boys asked. They snickered, imitating my face rather hideously. I stared at them, blank. Is this your firs
6. Nadia “Take the trash out with Afsan,” Suzana instructed, before gliding away. A trail of scullery maids followed soon after, quick to listen to her rushed instructions. The head maid was definitely the best for her job. Prim and proper, she was everything Madame Thelowar should’ve been. Enough of that. I needed to know about what’s in store for me come Friday. I asked Afsan about the gathering. Asking the maids, were out of the question right now. “So, the servants have a duty this time around?” I ask. His response was curt. “Apparently.” We loaded the sacks into the metal crate, rusting at its side. I banged the rusted metal to attract the attention of the man upfront. It took a second for me to see him amidst the flurry of flies. After seeing him nod, I relaxed. He flicked the cigarette away before taking the trash away on his run-down bike, leaving a buzz of flies scurrying after him
5. Nadia “Um, Master Thelowar, I think this is a bad idea.” I fumbled with my fingers as an awful premonition arose within me. I should’ve left when I had the chance. It’s not like this shi’ is mandatory. Let me recap what happened a few minutes ago… After skipping with glee to the study, a dark premonition came over me. How did I come to this realization? Well, I came to find a very irritating itch on my ass. (No, it’s not because I don’t wash my ass, ‘cus I very much DO). While I stood there, staring at the wall, I peeked around the corner real quick before I rubbed that area. Hallelujah, of all things to happen. It had to be this. I rolled my eyes, continuing my course. My grandmother used to scratch her ass whenever something bad was about to happen, too. Well, at least it’s not my coochie. * cough * * cough * My mother. * cough * * cough * But
4. Nadia I shot out my arms and grabbed the railing. The atmosphere becomes tense as Jienna locks eyes with me. She let out a short squeak before catching my other arm and hauling me back up. I landed a few feet from her, catching my racing heart. “Holy shi-” I tried to process what just happened. How come I didn’t sense her from behind me? I turned, my confusion peaking. Jienna stood with her arms straight at her sides, but the look in her eyes was odd. Slowly, I reached out to touch her shoulder, but she jolted from whatever she was thinking and snapped her gaze towards me. She evaded my eyes, scratching at her arm. It was probably an accident; I reasoned. “Um… did you hear us right now?” I ask Jienna. “The c-onversation?” I don’t mistake the tremor in her voice, but I nod, edging her on. “Yeah, I did.” It was soft. Her voice was soft. She nudged
3. Nadia Her expression changed in the split of a second. I saw her jaw flex and then the narrowed eyes that followed. Either she contemplated on what to do with me, or what to do with the fact that I used magic… if she saw me use it, that is. “You could have just waited for your turn, Nailah!” She screeched as she dragged me by my hair to a dark room. I winced. I was already losing my goddamned hair- wait a damn minute. Now that I think of it, I don’t know why the air became so constricted. Did I make a mistake? I zoned out for a sec. How can I mess up a basic level spell?? I caught Jienna’s shaking hand reaching out, and motioned for her to stay back as she wept, crawling after me. “I’m gonna be fine,” I mouthed at her before turning away. The newcomer didn’t know how things worked at the mansion, especially not about the Madame. Katrina Thelowar abused those she couldn’t rile up, and from her collection of toys, I’m her favourite. “What do you do with my husband in his office,
2. Nadia I left my shoes outside and dusted off my clothes before approaching the burly guards at the doors. Why are you looking at me like that? I questioned, kinda bothered by all the hard looks I’ve been receiving from them so far. I regarded the menacing man before turning away. His blue eyes were hard. Slow day, huh? It seemed like he read my mind. Whilst shrugging, he took my sac and sifted through it, plopping it into my hands, as soon as he finished. Then he turned to receive instructions from the head maid. “You,” he jerked a calloused finger at me, “clean the stairs today.” “Yes, sir.” I nodded, heading in. I looked inside the foyer that the man appointed me grimly. There were already clusters of servants crowding the hallway. As soon as I had put my things away, I hurried to the washing station before the crowd surrounded it. The chatter approached me faster