NETYISHA'S POINT OF VIEW.
I sit up on the bed, and stretch.
I look around my scattered room.
-Books scuttled everywhere, my wardrobe ajar, my bottle of Asphyxiator rolled under the wardrobe-
I stare indifferently around, then my gaze turns to the window.
The sun is shining upon my face irritably,
I sigh heavily as I shield my eyes.
How is it morning already?
I still feel so exhausted since,
-I barely slept last night-,
Steady knocks on my door breaks into my speculations.
"Um...good morning Reverred…miss…" the voice stutters timidly,
I groan.
-What message do I have this early in the morning?-,
I rise up and walk to my wardrobe where I pick out a dress similar to what I slept in
-Another of my specially tailored flame apparels-
"What's the matter?" I question as I pick out my towel.
"Well…there is a compulsory emergency meeting for all Reverreds…" she starts,
"What's happened this time?" I ask
-I'm already sick of the drama before it's even begun-
"The third upper mage who has apparently been living in Euphora... and his entire family have been wiped out"
She stutters,
I flinch.
As I gaze at my reflection in the full length mirror,
"Normally Mage stuff has no business with we Reverreds but…the Most Reverred Hostess called for this meeting so…" she pauses;
"Reverred miss?" she calls to me,
"I hear you" I respond simply.
I tuck the red apparel back into the wardrobe and regard my unused black dress.
-Perhaps I should wear black today; but not because I'm grieving…-
On the contrary, I'm elated.
-The entire system of Dark-core haters can just be wiped out bit by bit like this-
yeah, I'll wear black cause;
-I'm Dark-core-
NETYISHA'S POV END.
THE HOODED ONE'S POINT OF VIEW.
"Upper mage…I am absolutely certain you are well aware of the current happenings"
Zael walks towards me gingerly,
I smile to myself as my fingers run upon the petals of the exquisitely beautiful black flower I have subconsciously singled out amongst the other colorful ones
-Why did he have to spy on me for so long to make such a casual statement?-
"That's called the Petunia Black Velvet …" he remarks;
"It's a flower of grief so perhaps you plan to use it to express your sadness at losing such a close colleague?" he prods rather dubiously.
I shrug;
"Hemba and I were far from close…and besides, I just really like this flower, it's not about grief"
I turn to face Zael directly and though he cannot see how piercing my gaze is,
-He is still considerably intimidated-
"He was a fool who tried to escape his responsibilities in the most shameless manner…that's no news"
I mutter sharply, then I relax;
"Shall we head off to the meeting ?"
I pat Zael's back and walk away.
THE HOODED ONE'S POV END.
CAMADA'S POINT OF VIEW.
Sesugh wearily points to the direction of a small puddle of water.
"Water…" he gasps out with some difficulty.
Rave and I launch ourselves into the filthy puddle like literal animals.
We lap up the water thirstily.
After we've had our fill,
-We return back to our senses-
I turn to Sesugh thankfully;
"Are you okay?" I ask in alarm as I see how pale his otherwise dark skin appears,
-How sweaty and how weak he currently is-
"I'm fine" he mutters snappily.
He barely struggles to hold up the body he has piggybacked all this while.
-The dead body-
"Like all his men he's dying…" Rave mumbles simply.
Then as if on sync;
-Sesugh slumps-
CAMADA'S POV END.