The Branded Hunters Trilogy: The Masked Musician (On Hold)

Chapter 11: The White Palace

The White Palace, used to be called the White House back then. Back then, the kings were called presidents and lived there too. And the queen is called the first lady. People voted for who'll be their king, I mean president and whoever it president runs for about four years, they could even kick the president out of his position through a vote. They ran things strangely back then. Odd times.

"The Masked Musician has arrived!" The butler announced.

"There's no one here," I whispered.

He sighed, shoulders slumping. "They're in the meeting room." He explained in a bored tone. "She will be showing you the way." He motioned to a petite maid who was nervous just looking at me.

She quietly led me towards the so called, meeting room. I gave her a small smile and she looked like she was going to faint. She opened the door to me and did a perfect curtsy.

I gave her a short nod. "Thank you."

I entered the room. There was a huge table that was yards long and wide. There were many grand chairs but only some of them were filled. Dozens of entries filled the table, but only the twins were eating it. The King stood at the end of the table, an the rest of the Bountyhood.

I took an empty seat next to Animalia and left of the Ashton and Trench, Burning Water. Double Death sat at the King's right side, having a conversation with him though no one else pays attention to it. Bloody Blades sat across from me with a bored expression and between The Magician and White Wolf. White Wolf was making a small snow tornado and The Magician was playing with his cards, having them float around him.

Animalia's eyes were focused on The Magician, she seemed intrigues by her powers.

"How do you always do that?" She asked.

The Magician was startled by her and his cards dropped to the ground. "Oh, I just- It's hard to explain..."

Animalia giggled. "Yeah, it's hard when I try to explain how my powers work too."

I heard a snore and saw Dream Eater was taking a nap on his chair. He wore a large midnight black cloak that covered every inch of his body. You couldn't see much of his face because his hood covered almost all of it, all you could see is his mouth that was sewn shut. I touched my lips, wincing at what it must be like to have your lips shut.

The Magician glared at Dream Eater and shot a card into his hood. His mouth, though sew shut, open wide open with the strings still on, and the card slipped into his mouth. There was a huge swallow and then Dream Eater slowly sat up. You couldn't see it but you could see what looked like two bright lights coming from the eyes.

"I do not appreciate you waking me up from my sleep, Magi." Dream Eater growled, not moving his lips once.

Magician grinned. "Well I don't appreciate you sleeping during  meetings while the rest of us have to stay awake, Dream."

Animalia sighed. "Couldn't you too just get along."

"Must I discuss the contents of your dream the other night of a certain... Assassin, Ms. Animalia?" Dream Eater questioned, his sewn lips pulling to a smile.

For the first time, Animlia's face turned dark. The sky outside started to get cloudy, blocking the sun. And Fidget and Mauja crawled under the table, whimpering.

"You gave your word that you'd stop looking into the Bountyhood dreams." Animalia snarled, her voice turning harsh like an animal.

"I said I'd do my best to stop. Dreams come naturally to me, it is not my fault I sometimes read them."