The Forgotten Kingdom

Chapter 4: Bad Feeling

Emery's house was perched a top of a high mountain, high above the rest of the village. They wholeheartedly and completely believed they were some sort of God or a being superior to the rest of the Origins. 

Most Elytrians believed this idea simply because they were gifted with wings. Many Elytrians conjectured they were God like creatures because they had the ability of flight. 

A mosy and unkempt cobblestone staircase hidden behind some vinery was the only way up to the house if you didn't have a pair of wings handy. 

To say the obvious, Emery didn't get a lot of visitors. They didn't mind this though. She believed that her house was a fortress or a temple "simple beings" were not allowed to enter. 

Reading some of the scrolls the Elytrian wrote about themself and their adventures honestly brings a tear of laughter to my eye. 

Emery's house was decorated beautifully on the inside. It was filled with greenery, marvellous drawings, paintings and sculptures. He took great pride in his house and how it was decorated. 

Describing her house as a house seems like an under exaggeration of what Emery's residence looked like. The Elytrian's house was practically a castle perched on top of one of Malhye's many mountains. 

It was extraordinary in size and was made out of mostly marble, the roof being aqua coloured tiles. The castle wasn't the only building Emery owned. She also owned a floating island she had built a greenhouse on. The only crop he grew in the greenhouse was potatoes. 

Emery loved potatoes. They were their favourite food. He always had potatoes on their person. Whether they were stored in a bag they decided to bring along or in his pockets, he always had them on his person. 

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Unlike Owen, Emery woke up relatively early most days. She enjoyed the quiet the early hours provided. 

Due to the calm of the weather and the good mood she woke up in, Emery decided to try and be productive. He got dressed in his work clothes, the clothes he doesn't wear very often and doesn't mind getting dirty, and went outside to tend to their crops. 

It had been a while since he properly took care of his crops, the last time he had done it was a couple of months ago. Emery exited from their house and flew over to their farm. She turned on the small radio they decided to bring outside with them and began listening to the music emitting from the object. 

It took a mere ten minutes for Emery to be interrupted from his pleasant gardening. 

"Hey, birdie," Owen grinned, fazing up through the mountain his house sat on. 

"What do you want?" Birdie groaned, annoyed they were already being interrupted. 

"It's too warm," Owen complained, flopping down onto the grass. 

"That's only because you have to wear all those layers," Emery pointed out, laughing at his friend's misfortune. 

"Shut up," Owen replied. "Anyway, I was sent up here to tell you that we're going swimming if you want to come with us," 

"Who's us?" Emery asked 

"Ollie, Hefina and me," Owen answered 

"Oh," Emery sighed.

"Oh?" Owen furrowed his brows at the sigh his friend let out. 

 "I have a bad feeling about her, Owen," Emery frowned. 

"What do you mean?" Owen asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. 

"Something in my gut is telling me she's bad news,"