The Queen's Command and the Orache's Descent

Chapter 2 - Suspicion of a Centanarian

CHAPTER 2

SUSPICION OF A CENTENARIAN

“Look at the pixies high atop the ceiling” Crey said while pointing his fingers to the direction. All looked up except for Madam Krei who has her eyes transfixed to Madam Eltra’s eyes electrifying right after their fierce conversation earlier. With the pixies’ swoosh and moves positioning themselves smoothly, the people would cheer and clap their hands profusely.

The pixies would sometimes dive and give the audience a scare as if hitting the floor but would rise just in the nick of time.  “Whoa there!” a loud shout from Emma Dravenlake while holding his grandfather as they dock from a gushing blue shimmering pixie that caused her ponytail to open up as a straight satin fabric that is well polished.

They were rushing and skipping to be able to reach all the fun as they came late. Emma, a vixen to be described is dragging her grandfather as they race along the main hall right after a meeting called off by the elder.

As the last stunt is made, the pixies scattered glittering confetti around that gave the orchestra a cue to bring the night deeper into the music. Like a button pushed to control, the people get into their partners and danced accordingly.

The king together with the officials was invited by the villagers to dance with them.“May you join us in the floor to dance your highness?" a man with a long mustache said while tensely talking to their king. To his surprise the king answered but said that he had enough of dancing and just wants to look at the revelry happening.

“You may help yourself to some snacks over the tables after you have finished dancing. “The king added yet before the man stepped back.

“Certainly my Lord, I will! Thank you your majesty.” The man without any thinking shook the hands of the king. “I’m truly sorry; I was just carried away by my joy.” The man being apologetic. “Forgiven, it isn’t any big deal! Well go on and do your thing. Tomorrow will be another day for us to work, kindly savor the moment!” Ronivius smiled. “THA- THANK YOU YOUR MAJESTY!”. The man went to the crowd and mixed with them as they rejoice the moment.

BRAG!!!................

A breaking sound from upstairs shocked everyone. The orchestra stopped playing and the hall began to be filled with an intoxicating breath stopper silence.

While everyone is holding their dropping jaws the king yelled “ZEULA! MY QUEEN!” then comes rushing towards the fragile staircase. All was stunned, no one dared to move and even those who dances and eats paused as if statues in the middle of the fest. The soldiers after a minute of being flat footed followed the king to secure any terror and uproar.

“ZEULA! ZEULA! Where are you?!” the king asked while covering his face off the mist of ashes that scattered along the whole corridor and preparing his scepter for battle. “My goodness! The statue of my Grandfather! WHAT HAPPENED! WHO DID THIS! ZEULA WHERE ARE YOU?!” the king coming to a surge and fervor trying to search for the perpetrator as he saw former King Troilus’s statue in pieces.

A silhouette of a woman came walking past the mist and it was Zeula driven away from any danger. “ Zeula are you alright?” the king abruptly said while shaking from the tensed situation.

Coughing her way out the mist, Zeula grasp the king’s arm and skidded down the hall saying “Well I’m alright! You have mistaken, I’ll explain to you everything later. The guests are waiting, it’s past midnight!”

The massive quietness still haunts the great hall as if the people are bewitched. To their shock they were not able to move a joint even if the queen dashed her way to the podium.