Entropy

WG| Chapter XV: What Lies Ruined

Naomi

Day 29

God! God! God, I wanted to still be lying dead in that geyser field. I can't die because I'm too strong to die- or too weak.

Bracus was lucky that he got me in the lowest of states, otherwise, I would've escaped. For once in my life, I don't care anymore. I didn't care about walking into a carriage with thousands of onlookers staring at us. Their dirty glances didn't humiliate me to my very core, nor did their heads leaning toward someone to say a nasty whisper about me. I wanted this to be all over.

Bracus places me with my group of friends and orders them to watch me, so I don't make any escape. They're not my friends right now. I keep my head glancing towards the window, not wanting to look at them. I don't want to know how they feel about me.

"Naomi, you missed all t'e fun," Ivelisse tells me.

I pretend I didn't hear that.

"You missed t'e Blue Star Festival! T'ere was dancing! Music! Brig'tness! We all looked so good! You s'ould've seen it!"

Like I care.

"Naomi?"

I ignore her.

She asks louder, "Naomi?"

Blathnaid pokes my shoulder, trying to get my attention. I ignore her.

"Blat was c'osen to be a Queen of Evanity!" She cheers.

"Ive!" Blathnaid yells at her.

A mass of energy inside me grows, threatening to come out. Murder is not my intention, but if I release an electric hydra at once, I will add more to my kill count. It is pretty shameful.

"S'e needs to know."

"Ive, I am not going to be Queen of Evanity," she states, "At. All."

Phewf! I feel relieved. I still look outside, hoping something cool catches my attention, so it can be easier to ignore these passengers.

"But Ourdera announced t'at you'll be."

"Doesn't mean I will accept it."

"She is a goddess! T'at's sayin' somethin'."

"For feck sakes, Ive," Blathnaid snaps, "Can't you see I am not happy at all? I want to go home!"

"But you are goin' from a citizen into a royal! T'at's extremely rare for England!"

"I am happy with my former life and I am not fit to rule a gazillion people."

The energy grows inside me like a pressure cooker. Blathnaid is the only best friend I have. I can't lose her, not even one bit. Besides, their bickering is making me want to explode inside. I can see sparks around me. I don't force it back down. I am gently covering a pan that is on the verge to boil over.

"Girls! Knock it off!" Aelen commands, probably noticing the occasional sparks around me.

Please, do.

"Thank you," Markus utters.

"You girls were so into your argument that your heated bubble infected others," Aelen remarks, "Save it for later."

The girls finally shut up.

Silence is what remained in this broken carriage. It consumed the carriage for many hours, just the way I wanted, not in a good way though. I carefully watch the glowing path, light up extra as we step upon them. I refuse to focus on the chains. I am not going back as a village guest, but rather as a prisoner. A nasty slimy bug crawls against my back as I think about Gaeriscelleh. The dreadful sensation of doom has returned. It hit me like a jet engine, causing me to sharply exhale.