"Run.". That's the first thing I thought when I saw 'him'. He was absurd looking and so geeky. With glasses and booger green skin. The only thought that went through my mind was, "what if I get married to him?? I can't be seen with THAT!".
With my sage green skin, luscious light brown locks and dreamy dark eyes, all the men and women were at my feet. It had gotten so uncomfortable, and I even got many jojfionions (that's marriage proposals in letters in grlorbanianish), that at one point, I had ignored most of them, unless they had presents, which I absolutely adore.
"Glorbella!! Arcon is here!", called my mother. I hated her for setting me up to be married to that ugly son of a blubsor! But, since I was the only heir to the throne of Zomalaaico, I had to get married to him, or our monarchy was as good as gone.
I went outside in the courtyard, to try and escape from meeting him. It was beautiful. The sky was reddish-orange, the air was fresh, and smelt like chocolate, and the flowers were in full bloom. Suddenly, that stupid Arcon waltzed in, and he started talking to me. I just rolled my eyes at him. Then he said, "Glorbella, if we're going to get married, you need to at least hold up some kind of conversation!" Then he let out a loud, dorky laugh that made me cringe so hard.
If you're confused, just know that today is our wedding dinner.
I knew that there was only one way to escape, but I couldn't. I was only 16,000 (16 in human years) years old, not knowing what life was like in other places, like Jupiitero, or Niapetune. I was still a baby, and too immature to live on my own. Seriously, I can't even tie my own shoelaces without the help of my maids. I didn't know how to cook, clean, and I'd never worked a day in my life, so escaping didn't seem very likely to me.
At dinner, they served boneshipur, kakien and murshed poratiens. (meats, cakes and mashed potatoes with veggies). Mother had forced me to sit next to Arcon, and I'd been giving her the dirtiest looks all evening. Arcon wasn't making it any better, as he ate like a pig, and demanded that the chef kept bringing his food. I was sick to my stomach, and could barely eat the food. I ran to the washroom and hurled till I felt empty inside.
I went over to my best friend, Andromeda's house, after the dinner was over, and we talked for what seemed like forever. She understood what I was going through, or at least she pretended to. I loved her for it though, and we gorged on iilekese zasemzini, while joking around about me running away.
If only she knew how desperately I wanted to do this..
*On the day of the wedding*
Today's the day where I lose my childhood, my freedom, my happiness and probably, my sense of sanity. I was so angry at my mother and wanted to kill her, but I'm not ready to be queen yet. I can't be. Women aren't allowed to be monarchs unless they have a husband, or king that rules beside them, which is totally annoying, but I guess I just have to deal with it. I brush all of these thoughts off, as I slip on my beautiful lilac dress, with ruffles and a poofy petticoat. My best friend, Andromeda, helps me do my hair into an intyatyambo (alien flower) type bun. I slip on my veil and start to walk down the aisle, knowing that I would never be happy again, food the rest of my life, here on Zomalaaico, entwined to Arcon, with no hope for a better life..
1.9 million aliens watching me as I stagger down the aisle, with my mom holding me and cursing under her breath for how I look. I am ready to get this over with, and letting my life become miserable. "intombi esileyo. uhlala ebonakala ngathi lihenyukazi elingaqhelekanga".
The priestess talks for a while, saying things like,
"Sihlanganisene apha ukubhiyozela ukudibanisa kwe-glorbellius aratim manjo kunye ne-arcon glorballis." or
"kukho nabani na othanda isonka samasi kunye nesonka kunye neembotyi" As soon as geeky Arcon says "Ndiyavuma" I run out of the venue, knowing i had just made the biggest mistake of my entire life. I can hear Arcon yelling something in grlobanianish, that sounded a lot like, "GET HER!! SHE WILL BE MY WIFE! NOW WHO WILL RUB MY FEET AND COOK MY DUJABIIRUHNKIII?!?!?!?!". I honestly didn't even care, as I never really wanted to make his dujabiiruhnki because I didn't know how or rub his smelly feet, do I even need an explanation for this.
I ran the only place I knew the best in the whole world of Zomalaaico.
Home.
Or I guess my former home, now since I'm running away, if that wasn't clear already. I changed my clothes into something casual. I couldn't bear to spend the rest of my life trapped with Arconius Glorballis Shayintonius.
A crowd formed around me and I did what I did best, and fought them all off. I honestly didn't think all of my arts of the martiality training would do me any good in the future, but whatever honestly. I jumped into a space cab, while everyone else crowded around the car, surrounding me as if I could never escape. I drove off as fast as I could. Just as I was about to choose where to go, and just as I had escaped that crazy, angry mob, the stupid car broke down, and I jumped out, falling into an abyss of nothingness, where everything went dark, and I couldn't see anything anymore. I didn't care.
Nobody wanted me back home anyways, so I felt there was nothing to live for. I was helpless, and I just didn't care at that point. Soon, I fell into the darkness, having no recollection of what happened, or where I was.
