10th Dimension.

Chapter 3

...And with that Oxynoiri got down off the too-high bed, made her way to the door with ease, and of course was met with a surprise.

"Gatorade," she gasped in awe. It was her dog, Gatorade, tongue out and tail swishing back and forth showing he was in high spirits. "how'd you get out if your cage?" Ox whisper shouted. Gatorade was far too noticeable to be out and about in a palace filled with over one hundred people.

Well he wasn't actually a dog, he was a Wolf. But in Ox's defense he's just "big boned," another excuse she used for all of her abnormally large animals. Standing up, Gatorade was as tall as a man who was the height of six feet, and could serve as transportation for at least four children.

At once.

So yeah, he was a big dog, and the only reason why Ox's parents let him stay was because of his non stop crying for three days straight once when they locked all the doors of the palace on him. Plus he always seemed to show up out if thin air if Ox wished for his presence. One time, Ox went on a field trip in the forth grade with her class at the zoo and wished that Gatorade was there, because she wanted the catch some Koi fish and put them in a baggie.

And boom, he was there.

They both got in trouble of course, Ox for bringing her dog and Gatorade for messing with the fish. The two were inseparable. Whenever Ox was in trouble he'd always be there, and vice versa.

Now the two were down a random corridor, hoping no one was suspicious and sent Oxynoiri back to her Healer's workplace.  This part of the palace was brown, filled with pictures of old people everyone was supposed to know (but didn't). 

Sometimes, even when Ox's mom wasn't around, she'd see pieces of different rooms peel away and turn different colors. One time, the entire ballroom turned an unattractive shade or green. But that's because some woman from the city flashed Reece and
it made Miriam livid.

At the time it was pretty serious, because reporters and journalists liked to pop up to the palace and check on how things are doing "economically." But in actuality they just wanted to spill tea and find ways to fuel their royal tabloid websites.  Magnolia had been the victim of one of those sites too during the past year. They were printing out how her and her husband's marriage was a 'sham.' Whatever that meant, Oxynoiri thought.

She just didn't get it. Why in the world would someone get married to someone if they kno-

BARK!

Ox jumped startled by Gatorade's bark, she forgot her was beside her, lost in thought. "What do you mean 'we're here'?" Gatorade shuffled his feet tapping on the ground. Ox finally realized what he was talking about and said "Oh," flatly. She scooted Gatorade to the side and picked at a certain tile on the ground with her fingernail until she revealed an average sized hole with stairs leading down to....somewhere.

"Y'know," she said to Gatorade in exasperation. "If Mags hadn't ran her mouth about where we kept our stuff betcha dad would've upgraded this part of the palace for us."

Gatorade shouted out a small bark making Ox smile an cock her head to the side. "Must you always insult me? I told you once I finish this test on Monday The Elders and my parents will finally be able to sort out why I can't do any magic."

This was true. Oxynoiri could not perform any magic or maneuver her way in the art of charms as her fellow peers could. Yes, the ability to speak to animals was a gift, but the art of knowing magic was required, it was simply something supernatural beings could do without question.

Ox's parents at the time of her "13th" birthday, just labeled her as a late bloomer. Now she's fifteen and there's still no sign of her magic. Magnolia's magic was elemental; she liked to play with fire. Of course on Ganymede there were different forms of magic, so Ox never stressed about whether she'd be just like her sister. She never counted on it; she was actually grateful that her and her eldest sister were different. Some people say that Ox's genes were directly from her great grandfather, Oxford Carlson. She had a hunch that her mom named her Ox because of him.

Sometimes, Ox hated the way she looked, because her appearance was somewhat...crude.

Her fangs were noticeable from a mile away and her eyes were sunken and dark, it made her brown eyes look black. It was also hard to do her hair, with her ears being in the way. On most days she's have one of the maids put a spell on her to give the illusion of Ox having human ears, but at the end of the day she would always have her wolf ears. For the most part Ox didn't rly mind her fangs or her ears, though in family portraits she stuck out like a sore thumb.

The stairs Oxynoiri dug up lead down to one of the abandoned rooms of the palace from a century or so ago. Ox fixed it up during the winter time while Gatorade used his time to go to sleep. Now it was a spacious underground studio. The ceiling was blue and littered with stars and showed all of the zodiac signs in a circle along with their constellations. When Ox was nine she wanted to be an astrologist. But she was nine, everyone wanted to be something when they were nine. Now Ox wasn't so sure about anything.

She also kept her piano down here as well, along with some other things. Most of the time Ox would hang out here and listen to her music so loud her ears could bleed. Other times she'd just sit and watch Gatorade entertain himself.

Ox also did most of her work in this room, schoolwork and extracurricular activities. And by extracurricular she meant packing up small and sometimes large amounts of weed in baggies. Oxynoiri was a Princess/Dog Lady/Small drug dealer and it really didn't phase her. Or her lifestyle.

She didn't make or supply cocaine though. For 1.) that nonsense is too dangerous, and 2.) Ox didn't wanna deal with that period. Her aunt would always say that you supply what your people need. Most of her people weren't crazy, or in other words white.

Oxynoiri wasn't bombarded with kids that went to her school either, most of people she sold to were from off-planet, and most likely messengers from other kingdoms.

This was the way she made money actually. Besides some magazine companies here and there asking her and her parents and sister to be the royal family cover. Ox didn't like to use her parents money for much. Since she truthfully didn't need it, all she spent her money on was dog food.

Oxynoiri did a 360 and admired the sleek dark furniture and took a seat on one of the replica throne room chairs that was similar to her parent's. The chair that she designed wasn't "children friendly", so Ox's mom chucked it somewhere away from any kids.

Down here she was able to lazy around and not have to worry about much. Usually school stressed her out so it's a good place got Ox to clear her head. If Ox was being honest half the time, she'd admit that the Blue planet was the only thing on her min-

"REECE, WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"