The Wilds of the Kingdom and the Ice Fire

Chapter seven

Cass's P.O.V

My tail flips in the water as I glide down, down, down to the deepest part of the ocean, the salty cold water shooting against my skin. I go as deep as I can possibly get without having to go back up due to pressure.

Pretty soon, I'm at the cave made entirely out of a shell. Well, and pearls, but I don't want anyone to know that. Yes, I built this cave. I flick my tail just enough so I glide upwards, into the opening on the floor of the giant shell, and my head breaks the surface. Gasping, I manage to heave myself onto the shell floor, and my tail gradually separates into two legs. I stand up and walk over to the pearl bookshelf, where I gather all of the sheets of crisp ivory paper. I also get my rare paint made from the Anunnaki berries, only found at the base of Mount Pu'u O'o in Hawaii.

Even once you get there, you have to scrape away at the red clay until you get to the chest where the seeds for the berries are stored, and then you gather some of the red clay to plant the seeds in. Once you've got the seeds and the clay, you plant the seeds in the clay and then water it with melted volcanic glass, found inside of Mount Etna, and every day, you must sprinkle diamond and sapphire shavings over it.

Once the berries are planted, you must put them in an obsidian bowl, and the obsidian must be from Mount Vesuvius. Then, you take a solid gold block to mash the berries. Once that's done, you mix more diamond shavings over the paint and you're done for good.

This paint, one-hundred sheets of crisp white paper, the note, a hair brush made from pearl with silky horse-hair bristles, and a picture framed in ruby of my parents sitting together were all my parents ever gave to me. In the picture, they look so happy, with their rosy cheeks, my mom's cashmere sweater, my dad's green wool jacket, my mom's silky brown hair, my dad's curly but soft black hair, my mom's khaki pants, my dad's faded jeans, my mom's brown leather high-heeled boots, my dad's worn blue sneakers, my mom's hazel eyes, my dad's green eyes. I remember a lot about them.

My mom loved baking, and every night when my dad and baby me got home, we were greeted by the smell of muffins, cookies, cake, pie.... You name it, she's baked it. She also loved art, and she would spend many hours in her studio, painting with the special berry paint. I remember that whenever she hugged me, she was always warm, and she smelled like cinnamon.

My dad absolutely adored animals. He got me my first pet when I was one year old. It was a fuzzy white kitten. Soon after that, he began bringing home lots of pets, such as dogs, cats, fish, birds, frogs, snakes, lizards, turtles, rabbits, mice, rats, guinea pigs, hamsters, ferrets, chinchillas, and many wild animals. I remember whenever he hugged me, he was cold and he smelled like a mixture of pine needles and his cologne, plus whatever kind of food he'd been feeding the pets that morning.

I set the picture down and realize that its frame is glowing red. I squint at it, staring, and can just make out words in the top right corner.

Cass - I know it's you who's reading this. Listen to me. This message was meant to appear when certain energy is present. I don't have much time. They are taking us. Figure this out:

The product of an oyster, in the deep blue

Shaped like a chicken's young

It is moving towards you, slowly,

And wings are coming, too.

Heat and frost, mud and rust.

Prepare for their wrath.

I love you.

M + D

My hands begin trembling as I slump in my chair. This means so, so many things. So many. The message begins fading, the scarlet light fading to a smoldering wine. The words are implemented into my memory.

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Hey dudes this was written by my friend

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