The Necromancers

Chapter fourteen

Apparently it was easier than I thought. I was panicking for no reason at all. This is what I had always wanted. When I woke up this morning I was filled with the urge to make my life easier by making a list of things that I needed to do. Although it did steer from my topic at times, I still managed to make the perfect list and realized that keeping things organized is a much better way to make one's life so much easier.

1- Find ma's murderer;

2- Find the mystery behind the bracelet;

3- Find out what the shallows want with me;

4- Get waxing done before the ball;

5- Find out why the two creatures follow me everywhere;

6- Find out what is going on with my aunt;

7- Complete the task given by ma;

8- Find matching shoes and accessories with my dress;

9- Sort out my feelings for Drystan;

10- Figure out what Drystan feels for me to be clear.

And that was all. So I began with getting all the matching jewels. I couldn't spend much money on any of it so I bought the cheaper yet elegant looking items for myself. And then there I was, at the parlor, getting a full body wax. The lady pulled out the hot Brazilian wax and poured it over my legs, I winced and then when she let it cool, I was bracing myself to feel the extreme pain of feeling my skin peel off.

"Oh my god, oh my god." I shrieked in pain and almost cried out with fat tears falling from my eyes, but I refrained. "Can you please take it easy? Its hurting more than usual."

She scoffed in a playful manner and eyed my crotch, "wait until we reach that area."

I gasped in mock terror, knowing she was joking. She laughed and went about her business while doing my arms, legs, stomach and every other place you can think of for body hair and finally when she was done, I felt like a new born. It was an ultimate good feeling that had me sighing in content until her next words.

"Okay now remove your panty or do you want me do I just like this?" The woman asked me as I stilled. "Oh no, this is your first time?"

"With pubic hair waxing? Yes!" With my cheeks redder than a tomato and my whole body on fire, anyone could tell that it was my first time. "Can we not skip this part?"

"You've paid for it."

"Refund?" I asked hopefully pulling my best puppy face.

"We don't do that here." She almost looked sympathetic. And I probably looked pathetic.

She got the signal from me and began doing it slowly. Although I did not let her remove my panty I was still ashamed that someone had seen my coochie and the only way I was consoling myself was that she wouldn't know me. Once I'll be gone from here, I will be gone. There will be no coming back here.

It was a painful process, but she tried to talk me through it asking me stupid and lame questions such as the structure of the earth. I mean of course its spherical in shape and I was glad that she didn't say that it was flat. Some people are stupid, but flat earthers are stupid stupid.

Turns out she was not joking.

"Thank you." I got up on shaky legs and thanked the lady for her persistence especially with the way I was constantly holding her hand to stop her from peeling another layer of my skin. I might be smoother than a new born at this point. New born who?

And because I was too tired after the shopping and all the waxing screaming, I decided to make a quick stop at the temple and maybe talk to priest there. The journey was short to the temple and I already had some stuff on my mind. A mild headache was beginning to form at the back of my skull. I rubbed my eyes tiredly before entering the gates of the temple with a small smile on my face. The priest needed to see someone who can greet them nicely too. On more occasions than one I have seen people disregard the priest and go to holy places to only ask their gods for something. And some people are even rude to the priests. So if I can be nice to them, it really is not a big deal.

"- you are capable. Trust yourself and the Beathan. They both will bless you and guide you to the ultimate goal of yours which will liberate us all. You are our salvation child. It is you who will save this world, this kingdom from turning into ashes." I heard an old wise voice say from the inside of the temple doors and I realized that there was already someone inside.

I was in awe of whoever the priest was talking to. They have that main character thing going on and it is truthfully one of the coolest thing ever. I've only ever read novels about such things happening and to have someone like that there was an 'awe' moment for me. But there was a part of me, that was disappointed. I mean who wouldn't be? Everyone wants to have a main character moment.

As I watched them leave I realized that they had tears streaking down their cheeks. Unable to stop myself I called out to them softly and asked if they were okay or not. They stilled for a minute and then looked at me from head to toe. I was kind of uncomfortable with that because it seemed like they were judging me to check if I was worthy of their approval or not.

"They don't accept me." Came a quiet whisper from them. I stayed quiet giving them a chance to continue. "They all think that I am not worthy and that I will never amount to something in my life just because I am a transgender. Otherwise everyone was accepting to my changes and me coming out but then when they got to know that I was someone who had to bring reform and change the society into an even better one, they all began hating me and ridiculed me for it."

That was awful. Truly below the people of Angus but this was expected. People are all talks in todays world. They do not practice what they preach. "Do you believe them?" I asked them, I still did not know what pronouns they went by so I guess it was okay.

"I don't, but a part of me is affected by that."

"The dominant part of you?"

"Yes."

"Ah...no, you decide that for yourself. It is the dominant part of you because you let it. If you try and be ignorant of what people say for long enough to fulfill your work then don't you think it will be easier? I mean what do you think you can do? Crying and running away?"

"No. But its not that easy you know?"

"Has it ever been easy? When you chose to come out was it easy? When you realized the responsibilities on your shoulder, was it easy? Is it easy now?"

Their shoulders dropped and they sighed in resignation. "You are right. I will ponder over your words. It was nice talking to you." They smiled and looked at me from head to toe again, this time causing me to shift. Was my dress torn? Did that lady leave a patch of hair un waxed? Do I look ridiculous? "Nice dressing style you got there."

"Really? I could tell you the shops from where I buy my clothes if you would like?" I bounced on my feet, this time with excitement.

"Sure. That will be fun. Give me your Instagram and I'll message you there."

Once we exchanged the details, I took her pronouns from Instagram and knew that she went by she/her. It was so good to know that she was comfortable around me, comfortable enough to tell me about some of the things that she had never told anyone and I, once again felt so much better after being of some help to someone. Octavia was a nice person and I was glad to be a small part of her story.

I just made a new friend.