Wither

Chapter 32-Epilogue I

*3rd Person*

Dolores Umbarge hung up the phone with a satisfied sigh. Apparently the principal had been killed on a mission and she was to become the new ruler of Sorcery Academy. Dolores grabbed the microphone and started to talk. Her voice was broadcasted to the network of speakers across the school.

"Hello, my dear students!" The lady said sweetly into the mic. "Due to some recent unfortunate events concerning your principal, Ms. Sageflower, I will be resuming as your principal permanently. Toodaloo!" She ended innocently.

On a second thought, she picked up the microphone and her voice took on a demon-like quality. "NOW GET BACK TO WORK, SLAVES!"

***

Jet Inkar and Mabel Onyx sat on a bench in the sun, but they felt none of its warmth. It was a grim time for the two. They sat awaiting a hearing from the Squid King. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this," Jet sighed. Mabel wistfully looked into the distance and said nothing. "It's just...Kai said that in my father's letter, I needed a highborn lady to marry and, well, you're highborn and..." He trailed off. Mabel understood his point and smiled to herself.

With a sudden splash of water, the King, his wife, and three advisors burst from the water. The king immediately turned into a witch and his wife joined him on the sand. The advisors stayed in the shallow waters near the shore. "Jet," the king began. "We haven't seen you in years, since you were one. Wh-what happened to your brother? He was the one who was contacted." Jet's father looked rather uncomfortable.

"Kai is dead," Jet kept his face straight as it nearly curved downwards into a frown. He would not show any emotion for his brother. His brother, who was spoiled royally. His brother, who died a selfish death. His brother, who left a princess waiting for him, but he would never return.

"I see. Well, you and your lady need to come with us. We're going to install gill implants as soon as possible. A wedding will also be in order." The King, his wife, and his advisors dove into the water.

"I'm sorry," Jet repeated sullenly. "Now you'll be stuck in this underwater prison for the rest of your life."

Mabel thought about that. I'll have to stay here with Jet forever. I'll be a monarch, but I'll rule over squids. This is, however, the only way I can escape fire for good. I don't have a choice. "Don't worry. I...I want to. We'll be there together."

Jet smiled and helped Mabel put on the oxygen gear. Then they stepped into water, into their new life, hand in hand.

***

Trumpets blared their trademark tune at the center of Pixellaria: the castle. A very desperately needed coronation was being held after the demise of King Notch. With no heir, a new line was being started.

A girl turned a corner and the crowd gasped in awe. She was wearing a midnight blue gown that fanned out at the waist. It was heavily glittered and resembled the night sky. The new queen's face was obscured by a silvery cloak that seemed to ripple, distorting the surroundings. She clutched a bouquet of dark blue orchids in front of her and walked slowly, dramatically. Almost the entire audience was wondering who this new monarch would be.

Flint Blackbone was the sole member in the stands who knew who the new queen was. He was nervously tugging on the collar of his slate gray suit and wiped his neck with the vermillion pocket square. He tucked the tiny black box he was grasping into a fold of his suit and watched the coronation.

The woman reached the crown and scepter holders and they straightened as their new queen approached. Jeez, I can't believe how people wear these shoes for longer than I am! She thought, internally groaning at the pain in her feet. She flipped back the hood of her cloak and shook her hair out. She tried not to damage the artfully done waterfall braid and stared piercingly at the crowd, just like she had been trained in the past month.

The crowd gasped as they realized who it was. They thought one of these two considerations: Oh my Notch! It's one of those pesky kids that were at the castle two years ago! Or: Oh my Notch! It's some random meaningless kid!

Sora Fallwind lowered her head and the crown holder delicately placed the ornate diamond crown atop it. She took the scepter and raised it. The crowd yelled, Flint most of all. His classy noblemen neighbors glowered at him and fiddled with their handlebar mustaches.

Soon the coronation ended. Flint practically flew down the stairs to get to Sora. His hand clenched around the tiny box, which he had dug out of his suit. He headed in the direction he saw her go in and pushed open the castle doors. He followed her through a maze of staircases and hallways. "Sora?" He poked his head into the room once he arrived.

"Flint?" She got up to greet him but an advisor, presumably, pushed her shoulder down gently. She sat in the throne with a humph.

"My Queen, I do apologize, but you are busy. You can see this little peasant when we are not in a council meeting," the snobby man sneered. Flint flushed, bowed, and left the room. He opened the box and stroked the tiny opal ring. It had a silver base with amethyst swirls along the base. The feature was a magnificent opal. "Maybe next time," he whispered sadly and tucked the box away. He pulled a long black cloak out of the fold of his suit, clasped it around the neck, and pulled the hood up. From beneath the shadow of the cowl, he cast one final glance at the door and took off. He burst out of the castle and disappeared into the woods.

A/N: (((PLS READ))) I'M SORRY GUYS!!!! Sorry that a) I split this into 2 parts and b) I got this up this late...I would have had it done earlier but Wattpad kept deleting my stuff. But Part I is up now and I will be getting Part II done soon. Then we will be done with Wither!!!! And if I say I accidentally in these, apologies; I'm not used to doing 3rd person
My friend PenguinPoof6 who you should TOTALLY check out and I am doing a crossover with, is still working on her second book. So I am preparing a surprise for you!!! Once she finishes her ehmezin book, the surprise will go on hold unless I finish before her.
So yes, thank you for sitting thru this announcement.
Above all else...

Stay blocky, Crafters!
~Ash