The Necromancers

Chapter sixteen

Instead of using aerokinesis, I chose to travel back to the palace via train. They are always so cool and lull me to sleep in no time. The journey from the temple to the palace via the train was for two days. The temple was built in the extreme north of the kingdom causing it to be covered in snow most of the time but the interior of the temple would make up for the cold outside any day.

Our kingdom on the island was once a huge part of the continent but according to the legends, ever since the Beathan has been formed, it chose to separate us from the rest of the world because of the injustice done to us at the hands of the humans and other beings. Our temple at the north was also a revered place for the humans but when we separated we took the temple along with us.

The humans have been on a hunt for the Beathan ever since to get what they lost but just like any other legend related to us, it is said that the Beathan appears according to its own will. No one can find it and no matter how many times we try to make a truce with the humans and tell them that we do not own the Beathan, they refuse to believe us. Constantly infiltrating our lands and just being a nuisance.

I believe that their anger and hate for us comes from fear. The humans fear us because we can manipulate matter to our bidding but the humans are just powerless creatures trying to stay alive for one more day. They make up for their helplessness by being angry with us and pretending that they are stronger. That is the only reason why they tried to eradicate us all from the face of the earth in the early centuries. They try to make themselves feel better by being cruel to us, by constantly trying to prove to themselves and us that they are the better people.

My thoughts were all over the place as I had been travelling alone. The signals were not very strong here so I told Ophelia and Nyx that I will be back soon. They suggested me to be back by using my magic but I wanted this last sense of freedom and independence before I would be surrounded by all the people at the palace. I know I would hardly have any time for myself at the palace. It will be a hustle and I needed to mentally prepare myself so I would be able to stay throughout the ball.

"Miss, would you like some food?" A waitress asked me as I sat in my seat looking outside at the passing grass fields and letting my thoughts wander.

"Just some plain red sauce pasta. And coke." I turned around but realized what I had just done and corrected myself, "not the coke, please. Just water. Red sauce pasta and water."

She gave me a shy smile and walked away. My mind reeled back into the darker places from where I had pulled myself long ago so I decided to pick up the discarded book that was by my side. It was a love story, of course, a story of the bodyguard falling in love with the person he was supposed to protect. No matter how many times I try to not think about how hot he is I just can't stop myself from imagining him doing what he is doing to her, to me.

"Here." The waitress returned causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. Of course, because I was reading a mature chapter and it felt so sinful to be reading it in public, I was honestly scared of being caught.

Keeping my copy of Twisted Games aside, I took the tray onto my seat and pulled out the table attached to it which I had bent towards the side. There was a huge bowl of red sauce pasta and a can of coke for which I looked up at the lady. She smiled at me and then told me that it was on her.

"No no, the money is not an issue here. That is very kind of you but I have no issues regarding the money. I just don't like coke very much." I told the kind lady.

A frown touched her brown and she took the can from me. Then with a sheepish smile she spoke, "I'm sorry, I just thought the wrong thing. Just felt like doing it for you, thought you needed it." Her dark skin was shining under the sun from the open window by my side. And she looked gorgeous.

"You're a nice human. Thank you very much." I smiled at her and then looked down at the flooding bowl of pasta on my table. Just thinking about having it all made me feel fat in 15 different languages. I looked down at my stomach and noticed that it was forming rolls. Sitting straighter I also observed that they were gone and then I knew that I never really got better. I just ignored the signs and now that it has come to my notice again, I feel like I might just have relapsed and at the worst possible time.

"You looked tired and hungry. Eat up." She encouraged me and I took a shuddering breath and nodded at her. Considering she had other people to see too, she left me on my own.

Now that I was alone, I began thinking of ways I could already burn this many calories. I just wish there was a spell to keep me in shape. Earlier in the days, I struggled with it because of the constant bullying and then it just became a habit even after I lost a huge amount of my fat. Going on runs, doing extensive workouts, and going to the gym five times a week gave me a nice body but my stomach fat was stubborn. I hated it.

Anorexia sucked bad. It took the life out of me and though I was okay I just knew I was fooling myself. I haven't been okay in a long while. And ma's death was the cherry on top. I don't know how long will I fool myself and everyone else around me, pretending that I am okay. I don't know anything about that. But what I do know for now is that I relapsed and it scares me.

I am more scared of myself. Of what I can do to myself. Of what I can become when I go too much into my head. Aunt Morana helped me back then. She did as much as she could and now thinking about going to her just because of a problem seems selfish to me. Also, she hasn't picked up any of my calls since the time she left for the human world. A part of me is worrying about this a lot and the other part, the part that is a major pessimist thinks that she is deliberately trying to ignore me because she doesn't want me to be a liability to her. I am greatly conflicted about this all and now I also have to worry about relapsing.

Either way, things are not looking out for me and I just have to wait and watch how the future unfolds in front of me and what role do I get to play in it all. And what role does everyone else has to play in it too. It is something that I am looking forward to because I have this gut feeling that some big is about to happen and I am going to be a part of it. For once in my life, I wouldn't be just sitting around waiting for something good to happen. No, I promised myself that I will try my best to do things to the best of my abilities. For once I would be the main character and have my moment and I will make sure that no one else will steal it from me.

For now, the palace awaits!