Like A Fairytale

Chapter 23

Samuel

The property fluctuated together with the city. Even inside the magnificent house, he could hear the howling of the wind. Samuel stood firmly in front of the door of the girl he was supposed to protect. He leaned against the wall, with his arms crossed, trying not to get seasick. So he distracted himself.

Lena.

He had never seen such a beautiful person. Clear, blue eyes and blonde curls. And then her figure. Curvy, but not too curvy. Petite, but not too petit. Not to call her attractive would be a lie. Even now, while the siren sounded, he dreamed of touching her lips. Yes, that was just a silly fantasy. As a resident of Level 4, and with a clearly recognizable mutation, a young lady from Level 5 would never consider him anything other than an employee.

"Soldier!" One of the servants ran towards him.

Samuel immediately took a stance. "Yes?"

"An order from Mr. Whitebloom! I'm supposed to tell you that..." The hallway tilted to the side. Strictly speaking, it was Burgstadt, but for the two people, it seemed to be the hallway. "Ah!"

Samuel caught the servant. An older man with gray hair. At the same time, he fought against the ever-worsening nausea. The wavering did him no good. And he held himself and the old man on his feet with difficulty, while the hall swayed back. A short cry was heard from the girl's room.

"Miss!" The old man freed himself from Samuel's arms and opened the door in a panic. "Is everything okay?"

Lena sat in front of her bed, from which she had apparently fallen. "Yes. I'm fine." A few of her objects were lying on the floor. The girl rubbed her head. On her lap lay a small figure, a miniature of Burgstadt, which had hit her head. Some blood ran down her left temple.

"Miss!" Shaken, the old man knelt before her.

"I'm fine," the beautiful girl repeated. "It's just a small scratch."

"Miss?" Sighing, the old man stood up and held out his hand to the beauty.

"It's okay", said Lena.

Nodding, the gray-haired man went back to Samuel. "Of course. As you wish. However, I have to..."

Once again, everything swayed. This time in the other direction. Lena and the servant screamed in fright, while Samuel pushed the old man against the door frame so that he could hold on tight and then ran to Lena. Or rather, fell. He held her tight, protecting her from a few books tumbling from one of the shelves in her room. One hit him in the back.

"Uff!" he grumbled.

"Thank you," Lena whispered. "I've never experienced a storm like this. It's always stormy here, but.... Ah!" The city swayed in the other direction. They heard the metal singing under the force of the storm.

"What are the mayor's orders?" Samuel called to the old man, while he pressed Lena protectively to him with one hand and clung to the frame of her bed with the other. But even this threatened to be thrown through the room by the storm.

"You should accompany the young lady to the shelter!" answered the gray-haired man.

"Where is that?" Samuel was already pulling the girl to her feet. Together they staggered to the door. He had heard of the room, he had seen it too, but he didn't remember where exactly it had been.

"I know where the room is!" said Lena before the old man could answer. She reached for the servant's hand. "Let's go! Where are my father and Mister Wang?"

"Also on the way there!" said the servant.

Flo

"Damned shit!" Flo hid under the counter. He held his furball in his arms and pressed himself against the metal wall of his shelter. He heard a terrible crash.