Molepire: The Serpent's Silver Tongue

Empty accusations - [5]

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I was going to kill that stupid Nymph if I ever saw them again. I spent an hour after our collision scrubbing at my shirt, giving into the inevitable as I saw no difference. I can't believe they chucked it over me!

The moon hid behind storm clouds, the small, but familiar sense of unease and uncertainty wiggled from my throat down into the deep pits of my stomach and chest. I walked into the main area of Mole Hole, I noticed groups of Moles had split off into little huddles; I was strangely reminded of penguins. I noticed Fern glaring at me with her emerald-green eyes, which were framed behind a golden pair of spectacles. The chains on the glasses jingled with their abrupt movements. I sighed loudly, walking over to them with dramatic, heaving steps. A few heads turned as I stood next to her; I smiled warmly, basking in my short-lived fame. A tall, ethereal woman stood not too far away, her hair floated around her head; the purple and lilac locks framed her face like a halo.

I'd been called obnoxious many times in my life but as I stood here, I could see everything: the shake of the birch and spruce trees, the positive chatter waning from the penguin huddles, how Isaac constantly looked behind him at every sound, how Cat stood with her arms crossed against her chest. It was fascinating, to say the least, everyone here would make for good social study cases. I went to pull out my small notebook, leaning against the jagged cliff face.

Katie walked into the area, looking quite lost - I resisted the urge to chuckle at her misfortune. I was also tempted to talk to her but I restrained myself. Fern began to ask me questions about where I was from and I replied absentmindedly; she was very confident but her voice was like silk. She reminded me of an old folklore myth - the Siren. The Siren was a half fish, half woman supernatural-being who lured unsuspecting fishers into her trap. It's a good thing I payed attention in my history lessons.

As she continued to ask multitudes of questions, I began to ponder to myself - had I remembered to turn my furnace off? Wait, where is my spyglass? I fumbled around for it, relaxing as I felt its tubular shape in my pocket. The slim fit trousers I was wearing contrasted nicely to the black polo I'd decided to put on. But as I began to answer the Faerie's question, my heart dropped as Casper flew into the community area; he was disheveled and his wings were missing small clumps as if they'd been ripped out by the tree branches. His chest heaved as he managed to spit out, "I'VE BEEN ROBBED!"

My face paled as I realised he was talking about his castle. I tried to ease my nerves, not daring to glance in anyone's direction. Cat stepped forward, releasing a breath - if the bags under her eyes said anything, it would surely be 'What's this prick done now?' "OK start from the beginning Casper." 

He nodded, before fixing his posture. "So first, there are these buttons and pressure plates everywhere," He exclaimed, before continuing, "And then my diamond throne was gone!" He looked around at everyone, his eyes frantically scanning our curious looks.

The trees around us seemed to grow eyes, the leaves and branches falling silent - I must've been going mad but I definitely saw someone smile at my brother's outrageous antics.

The purple-eyed man spoke up, clearing his throat from his static Endian speech - his lilac gaze seemed distant and he looked quite out of place, his darkened limbs reminded of those from tales of the deep dark, "Well, isn't that against the law?" He looked towards Cat, who nodded slowly. 

Casper chewed his lip before finishing, "And then in the centre was a sign saying 'VIVA LA REVOLUTION!'" I noticed Katie, whose face had gone expressionless; maybe she took the throne? I wouldn't put it past her, especially since she had stolen that bag from Aurelias. Were Aster's friends from the streets too? I grimaced at the thought of vagrants running riot within Molepire. I glanced at Aster, who was looking worriedly towards their friend. I rolled my eyes, friends were overrated. 

Cat placed a tentative hand on the winged one's shoulder, smiling reassuringly, "Don't worry, we will catch this thief... got any ideas?" She looked dumbfounded as Casper pointed towards me as the hesitant crowd began to follow his finger.

"I bet it's Ali, but he's gonna deny it."

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"OF COURSE I DIDN'T, I DIDN'T TOUCH SHIT," I yelled, as my face turned beet-red with anger. I stood up, challenging my brother to rise to his fall height. The crowd watched, I saw a few people stepping back as I spoke again, loudly, "STOP ACCUSING ME WITHOUT EVIDENCE!" 

Casper shot back, his raging temper leaking onto every syllable, "THE FLOOR ALISTAIR, THE FUCKING FLOOR!?" He demanded, glaring at me with fury. 

I mustered an incoherent noise, frustration wracking through my bones. "Fine, I did the floor ages ago, but that was just to annoy you dickhead!" 

He rolled his eyes, laughing sarcastically. "OH SURE YOU DID," He lowered his voice, slightly. "I know you Alistair, this is something you would do." 

I groaned loudly, pinching the bridge of my nose, "I like to flaunt, brother, it isn't fucking me!" I looked at him, silently pleading for him to stop - I may like having attention but I could feel everyone's eyes boring holes into me. I could only imagine their thoughts in my worst nightmares:

What a stupid kid, he's only just joined and he's already stealing?

This is unbelievable, this kid is pathetic!

He can't even steal a throne properly, he's such an idiot!?

I spoke again, albeit it was barely above a whisper, "I didn't touch your stupid throne, because I can't spell rev..o..lution correct!" I stated, hoping no-one would notice the tiny slip up. 

He jeered again, taunting me with his words, "Oh, sure, I believe you." His voice was sugary sweet, a sickening sweet to divulge. I fiddled with my trenchcoat sleeves, before continuing, turning my head to the side as I heard a small cough in the crowd - I'd almost forgotten they were here, I needed to recompose myself. 

"For God's sake, go accusing other people before biting my neck," it sounded more like a desperate cry rather than a question. 

Capper screamed again, surely deafening the people near him, "WHY WOULD I ACCUSE ANYONE ELSE, LITERALLY NO-ONE ELSE WOULD TAKE IT?!"

Silence rang out as the tension hung thicker than a cow's tanned hide. I inhaled sharply, as my blood began to boil, "You're just saying bullshit about your shitty throne that only you care about! Call me whatever the fuck you want, I didn't take it! I am not in the mood for you to fucking accuse me right now, so unless you have some actual proof, fuck off and stop accusing me?!" 

Casper's face began to flush as he cocked a finger towards me, "You're a fucking liar Alistair!" I narrowed my eyes, as a proud feeling began to settle over me. Katie looked shocked at my foul language whilst a couple Moles looked impressed by my colourful vocabulary. Casper was shaking with anger as his wings beat furiously, his eyes were clouded with many emotions, some of which I will never understand. 

"You can't even prove I stole, I'll show you my chests if you really care that much," my voice was quieter than intended, alas my message was the same - fuck off. I took a deep breath, before finishing my sentence, "But in the eyes and words of the law, I'm innocent until you have proof or someone owns up."

I walked off, hearing the murmurs of disdain as Casper grunted loudly, before storming after me. I waited until he walked past me, as I stuck my leg out childishly. He stumbled as I snickered quietly, but I stopped after I saw his expression. His hair was stuck up at angles as his glasses were askew. He had just been humiliated by his younger brother - I can't say that he wasn't pissed off. He didn't say anything, he just flipped me off as he strode past. His golden crown had been shoved into his pocket as Casper took off into the night sky, his feathers whooshing as he become a small silhouette in the dark skies.

Gods, what have I started?

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