Garlox quest

Chapter 33; Shadow Sneak.

Upon arriving back, Queenly quickly made her way to her tent. 'February, thank you for brining me home. I ehm, believe that the judge needed you for.. Stuff. Would you please go back to her place?' She tried to fake a smile, but with February's naivety that wasn't a hard trick to pull off. 'Wills do! Like judgie miss now. Just like you, am sorry for licking early.' Queenly had already turned around, and was on her way to her tent. 'Don't worry!' She only bothered to raise her hand, and wave her away as she took the stairs. 'What kind of secrets are you hiding for me, fairy..' She quickly peeked out of the door, seeing if anyone had followed her. After she made clear that she was alone, she emptied her pouch on the messy table. She knocked all the pawns over, just to make place for the files that she could quickly grab. 'There must be something good in here.. Let's see..' While flipping through the filed, one got her attention. It was written in a sloppy handwriting with red ink. She quickly opened it, and tried to read it. But as soon as she tried to read a word, the ink dissapeared on the paper. 'This can't be!' Witchcraft this heavy hadn't been found in Pannack yet, both excited, and somewhat cautious she pressed it firmly against her chest. 'What if I'd just...' Next to the family painting, there was a mirror that hadn't seen the light of day in quite a while. She blew against it, making it somehwat clean. She put the file on the table, and the mirror across from it. In the mirror she could read what the file contained. 'Dear brothers and sisters. I can no longer take it. If you can read this, please know that I have suffered not too much. I have spent almost my entire life in this spacecraft, and only regret not going away sooner. But I know that within my task, I cannot leave my family empty handed. Giving love, taking it away when they deserve it.. There are so many rules that my brain cannot comprehand. When does one deserve? And when does one work for it? If you give without wanting something in return, people get lazy, and fed up with life. Spending their life in sin. But when you make people work too hard, they give up. They see no reason to live. They quit giving birth, they quit creating life. Humans are even tempted to take their own life when their is nothing in sight. I couldn't let them know that I was here, controlling everything. They wouldn't work anymore, and just pray. Doing things in name of me. I have thought about going down.. But the horrors I've come across on this rotten planet is too much. I choose to be god, but not of this measly planet. I shall never return, but if I one day change my mind, I will destroy everything that makes this life so unbearable. It's too late for me. Please, February, my dear sister. I don't wish this burden upon you. That's why I did everything I could to prevent you getting trapped in here.. Please, understand. Always yours, January.

'God..? That's a possition I'd like to fill.' She also read the other files, but they weren't half as interesting as the first one that she had read. 'What if he was the one that caused the war on February's planet? Whatever his reasons, I can never let February know about this.. I.. Must destory this as soon as possible.' She took the bottle of wine that was half empty, standing next to the table. She poured it on the files, and lit them on fire. As the files were burning on the table, she started to ask herself questions. 'February has been there for a while as well.. Not that long if I may guess.. She doesn't speak quite as well as her brother.. She must have been through a lot, but she is my only way to get closer to her brother. One step closer to being.. A goddess.' The fire was reflected in her eyes, as she grinned evilly. 'Do you hear that father? I can even take it one step further.' As soon as the files were burned out, she quickly put it out. The remaining ashes flew out of the door as soon as it opened. 'I can see that you're okay.' She closed her eyes, and shook her head. 'No thanks to you, mister.' She felt a pair of big hands around her stomach, lovingly pulling her close. 'If I were there, I'd kill every soldier in sight.' She felt a gentle kiss being pressed on her neck. 'Vector, I know you would.' He smiled, and moved his hands a little bit lower. 'Or anyone for that matter..' She quickly pushed him away. 'Not here! What if someone catches us?' Vector wasn't impressed. 'No one has so far..' Queenly looked at the ashes flowing out of the door. 'But, it isn't like how it used to be. I have this weird feeling that something big is about to happen.. What if Mex's world will find it's way here? We know nothing about them. They could take us over with ease.' 'Baby, have you see us?' Vector started to flex his muscles for Queenly in an overdone way. She giggled lightly, and pressed a kiss against his lips. 'I wish that one day we can live together, and rule over this kingdom..' 'You've gotten pretty far. Gladia never knew that it was you who attacked her.' 'And I hope that it will stay like that!' With a slight surly tone in her voice, she spoke to Vector. 'Don't worry baby, She won't know what'll hit her a second time..'

'This is our castle, Lynch..' Gladia somehwat shyly entered the hall. Unlike Pannack's castle, wealth was more equally spread. There were no beggars, or filthy looking people. It all seemed well organised. 'And what is it that you wanted to show me? I don't really have time for this..' 'I'm sorry, please follow me.' The castle didn't have many rooms, but it did have a second floor. Half way, Lynch could hear a loud coughing. That's your father, I assume?' She didn't reply, and just kept walking on the spiral stairs. Lynch was now carrying Youkala in his arms, he had fallen asleep during the talk between Gladia and Lynch. When they had reached the last step, the coughing only got louder. Gladia knocked on the door, and patiently awaited a response. 'Gladia, dear, is that you?' 'It's me mother.. Can I come in? I have some company with me..' It got silent for a while. 'Your father is doing okay so far, so, please bring them inside.' Gladia's parents were very hospitable. No one in the kingdom was a stranger to them. She unlocked the door, and opened it. There was an old man in the bed, and a younger woman standing next to it. She was cleaning the blood out of the napkin that he just had used. 'Is he getting any better?' Gladia quickly knelt down her father, and held his hand. 'I'm afraid not, dear. He has only been getting worse..' A tear rolled down Gladia's cheek, and a droplet of blood down the other. 'Gladia, dear. Is your eye still not okay?' 'No, mother..' Gladia's mother knelt down Gladia, and wiped her hair behind her ear. Her eye was completely removed, and all that was left was a big gaping hole. 'My poor child, I wish we could pull the eyes out of whoever did this. 'I wish we could as well, mother.' Under his cough, Gladia's father tried to speak. 'Please, anger only brings more anger. Rise above it!' 'But father! They hurt me!' Gladia stood up, as more tears rolled down her cheek. She didn't want to shout at her father, but she had to. 'Gladia! That's no way to talk to your father. It's your fault, you got too greedy. This is the punishment you got. You've only got yourself to blame.' 'You're.. Right, i'm sorry.' '.. Excuse me?' Gladia's mother turned around, and welcomed Lynch. 'Ah, I'm sorry.. Our kingdom just hasn't been doing good so far. ... Pardon me for asking, but I don't seem to recognise you.' 'I'm Lynch, Gladia said that she had something to show me.' 'I feel a strong magical presence within you, Lynch. Please put it to good use.' He nodded, and couldn't help but gently smile at her. 'Lynch, as you can see.. My father is deadly ill.. Once he.. gives up, there is no more protecting ourselves from pannack. We are with a select group of royals, Queenly and Vector are both from Pannack. I'm from Dernudist. Rander and his sister Talia are from hotter island. Cedilia and Tony are from a couple of cities combined. We often gather at Pannack to discuss plans to take over more cities, and grow larger. But we must put it to an end! For my fathers sake..' 'So, what do you want from me?' 'Listen..'