Garlox quest

Chapter 62; Waterfall.

'You don't even dare to imagine how furious I am with you!' Thick clouds of smoke could be seen outside the castle of Pannack. Queenly, slightly burned with ash covered clothes, bowed her head in shame in front of her leader. 'I didn't mean to--' The king angrily slammed the tip of his staff on the marble tiles. 'You're filled with unintentional behaviour, lady. No longer can I vow for the safety and security of my people when you're in charge. You either fail at securing the prosecution of a witch, or you torch your own place down. I hope you can see the situation I am in right now?!' Queenly lowered her head. 'I do...' 'Please, dear. It is not like Queenly to behave like such a foolish girl! I bet she has a good reason. We ought to give that an ear first.' Still dressed in a bloody, half burned gown, Queenly was having flashbacks about what she had done. Not yet had she realised what she had done. 'I don't, M'lady.' Silent tears streamed down her face. What she had done was unforgivable. Not only to herself, but also to the many people who had put their trust in her. 'Queenly..' The king sighed. 'I saw you like you were the child we never had. After the sad story of your father dying in combat, and your mother missing... Even your new father that left the two of you behind when you needed him the most. Even your little brother has been found dead this evening.. With all the dead and loss surrounding you... I have no option but to send you away. You need process all these recent events!' Queenly quickly looked up, silent tears still gliding down her cheeks. 'N-no! You can't do this to me... T-this is all I have.' The queen looked at the king, but he was determined. 'I'm sorry Queenly.. But in this state you can offer us no service. Please consider yourself excused from any further events regarding the royals.' Queenly fell down her knees, her hands glued to her face. 'You can't do this to me... I am the only rightful princess in this country...' The king sighed, and cleared his throat. 'Your mother ordered us to take over. We had the task to take care of you financially, and we did. You have no legal claim to the throne.' Queenly removed her hands from her face, her silent tears dripping on the ground. 'I have lost everything..' The queen stared angrily at the king. 'Oh, right. To show you that we mean you no harm, we have build you a house near the beach. You can live your life with Vector there.' Queenly got up, and dried her eyes. 'No, thank you. I have other plans.' She stormed out of the castle, and quickly made her way over to Mex. She had no one else to turn to.

'Ofcourse we helpsies you!' February held Ankha tightly, after hearing her sad story she didn't want to do anything else. 'I hear your pain, Ankha.. But what do you want us to do? Pannack hates your country.' Ankha shook her head, and showed her submissiveness to Mex. 'Even my own country hates itself! I can no longer sell this to anyone. In order to restore this broken community, I must find a way to make peace with the rebels. You, do believe in the spirit of Cheopia, don't you Mex?' He felt somewhat overwelmed with Ankha's question. He didn't know much about Cheopia, only the guards that had killed the innocent child could flood his mind while thinking back about his visit there. 'We.. saw an innocent child got killed by the hands of your people... I don't know if that's behaviour we can or want to support.' Ankha clearly seemed to be in a though position. Neither she could justify the killing of a child. 'I... trust my guards had a good reason for that..' Mex shook his head in disbelief as Ankha even tried to justify her country's wrong doing. 'A child growing up without parents is one thing. But a parent having to grow further without a child is ill done. I.. don't think we can save your country. If daily life is continued even when you're crushing the skull of a kid underneath your bare feet, there is no hope left.' Filled with shock, February moved her head from Mex to Ankha. 'But.. she not killings anyone! She innocent, must help!' Mex turned away, and shook his head. 'I do believe in saving the innocent. But I also believe that every grain of innocence has been trampled in that country.' 'It is only because my country is in shock with these gang members! I can guarantee you the innocence of my people's doing!' February looked at Mex with an angry frown. Mex couldn't tell February that one of the many reasons that he didn't want to help Ankha was because of her. 'I'm very sorry... your presence is too risky around here, first of all. Secondly, I already promised my helping to another help seeking woman. Perhaps in the future, but not now.. not today.. maybe not even next year, if my place is still here... I'm going to ask you to leave this moment. Perhaps someone else can help you.' 'You seemed like.. decent folk.' Her fave filled with desperation, Ankha realised her country was doomed to meet it's with with the rebels. 'I understand that my being is not wanted in here, I see myself out.' With her chin held high, she made her way outside. Mex wanted to call her back but she was already gone. 'Surely she won't be spotted in the woods, right?' February swiftly turned her head, she didn't want to talk to Mex. 'I had to do it! You saw in what kind of state that country was! To be honest they would be better off under Pannack's wings.' February couldn't deny what she had seen, but she also couldn't approve the denial of someone in need. 'Perhaps.'

'So, What's going to happen here?' Somewhat hastily, Lynch undid his sleeves, showing that he was willing to get answers either way. 'You could, go?' Cedelia shrugged and continued her business as usual, completely ignoring Lynch. 'I'd love to go. Go home that is! You know how to get out, and leave. It's safe to assume your species are in a far more advanced state regarding this.. method of travelling. Why do you not wish to help me?' Cedelia gazed at Lynch with an empty, bored stare. 'Eh.' She shrugged and turned around once more. 'I have seen your world, it's about as exciting as an orange peel. And I'm not some sort of alien, I'm just like you but a bit smar-- more advanced.' Lynch walked around the table, and took a seat across from Cedelia. Filled with boredom, she was tossing wooden units across the map of Pannack. 'Truly, I have never met someone as unexcited as you. Your attitude, your tone, everything! Yet you have seen something many people could only dream of.' As passionately as Lynch was speaking, as disinterested Cedelia was playing with the wooden figures across from here. 'Are you even listening to what I have to say to you?!' Cedelia didn't even have the decency to look up at Lynch as she let out a displeased grunt. 'You think that you're the only one, huh? The first one in 500 worlds who decided to give me the "be glad with what you have" speech? You're the sixteenth, and right on time. If I have learned anything in my life, it's that death is an inevitable thing, and "heroes" will be forgotten in time. If I were like you, I had given up. Nothing is worth fighting for anyway.' 'Fighting is what I have been fighting for. It runs in my family until this very day. I have fought, and beaten my own flesh and blood. The cruel place I serve knows no mercy, nor friends nor family. I will fight for a day I have someone that can sympathise with me. Not for my past, but also for my future.' Cedelia shrugged once more, and laid her head flat down on the table, staring at a moldy spot that had been bothering her for the past couple of hours. 'I'm not going to help you with that.' Suddeny, all Cedelia saw was a waistline and a pair of very impatient fists resting on said waistline. 'You can help yourself. I have learned that the only person to help you, is yourself. If you can't trust yourself.. How will others?' Cedelia flicked one of the pieces away and turned her head. 'I'm fine, I'm not going to help you and I would like to be left alone now, thank you.' Lynch shook his head and started to shout. 'You of all people should know how it feels to be not able to return to your own world! You must understand my calling for you?!' It was quite for a while, Cedelia didn't reply. 'All worlds are the same.. You're not missing out on anything, trust me. At this rate i'm an expert.'