Garlox quest

Chapter 19; 'now put a sock in it'

'But Mommy! You can't leave me here with that poopy baby!' A long time ago, a gold haired girl was hanging around her mothers waist. 'Please darling, don't call your brother a poopy baby.' Unlike most of the houses in the kingdom, this one was pretty tidy, and clean. 'But he is a poopy baby! A poopy stinky baby and I hate him!' The child let go of her mothers waist, and sat down on the ground holding her breath. 'Please Queenly, it's my day with the witch child today. You can come along if you'd like? I'd just drop Christopher off at the neighbours, they would love to have him.' The mother would step around Queenly, and picked Christopher up from his cradle. 'Why don't you ask them to keep them too, huh?' She was still holding her breath, but gasped for air when she suddenly got pulled up by her mother. 'Young lady! I know that he doesn't have the same father as you, but you shall treat him like a brother! Do I make myself clear?' 'Yes Mommy...' her mother would let go of her, and closed the door behind her once they were outside. 'Now, be nice to miss Wilckerson. Okay?' 'Yes Mommy!' The mother looked down on Queenly, and smiled. 'That's a good girl.' She put her finger on Queenly's nose, and made a funny noise. 'Hihi! Stop it mommy!' They both giggled, and held each others hands when they walked over to miss Wilckerson's house. 'Mommy, when is my daddy coming back?' 'I hope he never will darling, he valued that other girl over at the bar more than me, and I said that he never had to come back again.' 'But.. I miss him..' Queenly stopped walking, and kicked some dirt. 'I know you do sweetie, but if you just give your new daddy a chance, you might become good friends! I heard that he is very good at planting crops!' 'No no no no no!' Queenly would stamp her feet on the ground, and shouted loudly. 'Queenly! This is not the type of behaviour that I'm expecting of you! You should act like a lady, you're a royal after all!' She was pouting, but nodded shyly. Never had she heard her mother shout like that.

'Miss Wilckerson, are you home?' With one child in her arms, and the other holding her hand. 'Miss Wilckerson? I'm here to drop off Christopher!' The baby was sleeping soundly in his mothers arm, and Queenly  was shyly hiding behind her mothers legs. 'Yes yes, just a second!' An elderly lady opened the door, she had a hunchback, and some very thick glasses on her nose. 'I'm sorry my child, I'm not as fast as I used to be in the day.' The mother handed Christopher over to Miss Wilckerson. 'I see, is it your turn to take care of the witch child again?' The mother would pick Queenly up, and carried her in her arms. 'Yes, I'm taking Queenly with me today. She might have to take over soon.' 'I'm not too sure about that..' Christopher woke up, and miss Wilckerson would smile at him, rubbing his belly with one finger at the same time. 'He's looking skinnier every day. I don't think he'll make it to the next Lurthix.' The mother looked down at Queenly, and rocked her back and forth gently. 'I can't believe a mother would abandon a child like that.. I can't imagine letting any of my children behind..' Queenly was giggling, and laughing out loudly 'But you mustn't forget what kind of child we're talking about, he must be really a handful.' 'I believe you're right.. but, I must be going! I'm late for my shift anyway.' Queenly was slowly closing her eyes, and dozed off. 'Just shout when you want to pick him up, I'm not going anywhere with these old legs. Hoohoo!' 'I really appreciate it. I won't take long!' She kindly smiled at Miss Wilckerson, after miss Wilckerson nodded in understanding. 'Just take good care of him.' They both waved goodbye, as Queenly and her mother were on their way.

The mother nodded at the younger fella that was just ending his shift. 'He seems to be quite easy today! It won't be a handful.' 'Thank you, I'll see into it.' The fella started to whistle, as he left Mex's house. Queenly's mother sighed, and went in. The house was looking grim, it was filled with magic stuff, such as flasks that held potion, or herbs that no one had ever seen growing around the kingdom. Everything was knocked over. It was such a mess that not a single person dared to clean up. 'It must be hard living in this place.. even if you don't know you are living here..' She woke Queenly up, and out her back on her feet. 'Don't try to touch anything, okay? We don't know what some of this stuff is. Or, what it does. So please  contain yourself. Okay?' 'Yes Mommy!' She quickly ran off, looking at all the interesting stuff inside the house. Her mother was looking slightly worried, but everything seemed so old, that taking measures was not necessary. She turned around when a voice suddenly started talking. 'Give me back my teddy!' A small 6-year old boy was shouting against some windows. He also seemed to be pulling something, even while he had nothing in his hands. 'Mommy! Please tell me she has to give teddy back to me!' The boy's forehead was being slammed back and forth against the window he was facing. He had a large wound on his forehead. 'Mommy, what is that boy talking about?' Queenly had crawled back to her mother, and firmly held her waist. 'I don't know sweetie. No one does... anymore'