CHAPTER THIRTY: SOMEONE AS PATHETIC AS ME.
NETYISHA'S POINT OF VIEW.
NETYISHA'S POINT OF VIEW.
Most Reverred Hostess Yulia turns to me, before saying simply;
"Reverreds like Netyisha and Waer were occiupied with the Reverred applicant affairs and so did not receive a proper introduction to our new Most Reverred 2",
Waer nods while yawning,
I smile to myself;
-Sometimes I missing out on certain matters courtesy of my occupations with Reverred Tutoring engagements is an advantage…but the new Most Reverred 2…is not one of them-
"The Most Reverred Hostess is but too considerate…" I mumble while bowing my head submissively.
Most Rev.Yulia waves her hand in acknowledgement.
She motions to the Most Reverred 2 who gets up nervously;
"My name is…Misty Daruvës and I was recommended by the former Most Reverred 2 to serve as her replacement when she decided to resign in order to get married…"
Misty stutters, her wide eyes meet mine,
-We briefly lock eyes-
"Please let's work well together!" she stammers decisively looking away .
Most Rev Yulia nods proudly.
"Yes…Misty is a prodigy, infact a god-spawn at that"
We all gasp in surprise.
-A god-spawn is a child born with natural talent and proficiency for excellently controlling the Flow of their essence, a god-standard is an individual who has taken years to master the art of controlling flow of essence; it is a high honour-
" So efficient are her abilities and magic coordination that the Council instantly conceded to appoint her as Most Reverred 2"
Misty sits down awkwardly ,
"Well ladies…" Most Rev Yulia suddenly mutters while standing up.
We all stand up as well;
"Thank you all for attending…"
She remarks closing the meeting, people begin to file out, and just as I am about to leave.
The Most Reverred Hostess calls me back.
I sigh heavily to myself and walk to her, with a bow,
She nods;
"I have a special assignment for you…"
She sighs;
"It's concerning Misty…I might need your assistance in naturalizing her to this place…" she pauses ;
"You see Misty grew up in a very unique environment so…it sort of affected her mental health…in summary, she's a WHOLE LOT…" she adds.
My eyes shift to Misty who is at a corner flunked by many low class Reverreds who appear to adore her, but are actually mocking her from behind.
She is a pitiful sight;
-Trying so hard to create a wonderful impression…and failing so woefully already-
"More importantly ma'am, isn't she a bit too young?"
I ask simply, the Most Rev ignores my question;
"Please…help her, she needs someone REAL around her, for this matter, I can only trust you"
She gazes down at me earnestly.
-She can only trust me?-
I take a deep breath;
"Certainly"
END OF NETYISHA'S POV.
HYDE'S POINT OF VIEW.
I am very used to hunger.
-But these aren't the normal pangs of hunger-
I haven't eaten for an entire day, and still no sign of anybody.
To worsen my plight is the fact that my body has apparently been tied down with imaginary chains.
"For crying out loud he's unlike us…he obviously can't survive without food you idiot!"
I hear Faria's voice trail off.
A few minutes later someone barges into the room,
-The guy who cut my arm off?-
-He is vicibly irked about something-
He holds a tray with a bowl of;
-Unrecognisable food-
He glares at me despicably, and groans,
He slams the tray upon a stool set beside my bed
-One I hadn't noticed earlier-;
"T…thank you…" I stammer as I rush for the bowl.
I reach to the table,
-Suddenly-
He snatches the bowl from the table and downs it on my head.
-This absolutely takes me aback-
He begins to laugh at my expressions.
"How can someone as pathetic as you possibly be a Chosen?" he remarks mockingly
The soup drips from my head to my face.
- I slurp up the soup-
He is appalled by my actions.
-Indeed, how can someone as pathetic as me be chosen for anything?; but more importantly, what is a Chosen?-
I ponder on this for a while ,
Mic scoffs spitefully at me before turning to walk away.
"What…is a Chosen?"
He turns back to me, surprised that I have spoken to him ;
I look directly into his strange eyes, he locks eyes with me
Then he bursts out into a feat of laughter;
"It's got nothing to do with you",
I shrug.
"I know…it's just that I'm curious",
He smirks;
"People used to say that curiosity kills the cat…but in this situation I will be the one to kill you…" ,
-Whoever used to say that?-
I just stare at him as he walks out.
I look up the ceiling meditatively
-It is made of incredibly rotten wood-
My train of thoughts swerve to a name frequently mentioned; the one who will determine my fate?;
-FENICE?-
END OF HYDE'S POV.
NETYISHA'S POINT OF VIEW.
"Excuse me…Most Reverred 2?"
I call out to her gently,
She turns to me quizically,
The Reverreds around her instantly begin to clear out upon my arrival.
She notices this and looks around her anxiously.
"Guys…where are you all going?" she asks with a quivering voice.
-Her expression suddenly contorts, from a smiley face to appearing like she's at the brink of snapping-
I observe her changes in interest,
"D..did I do.. something wrong?" she stammers while panicking,
She's just about to scream when I grab her to myself in an awkward embrace.
She breaths heavily and slowly steadies her emotions.
I pat her head reassuringly;
"It's okay…you didn't do anything wrong"
She breaths in and out slowly.
-Finally stabilizing-
"Just Misty is fine…". she mumbles.
NETYISHA'S POV END.