Reality of Daydreams

Strike Three

"Another who now?!" I blurted out rushing forward. Now it was the guard's turn to fall back in surprise. He was utterly amazed and stuttering as he tried to recover. "N-nothing at all, ma'am!" What was with this guy? At first glance, he looked like an experienced soldier or something but now I realized he couldn't have been that much older than me. Before saying another word or giving me a chance to bully him, which was front and center in my mind, he dropped the curtain bounding away from the carriage. What the heck? After that brief interruption, I remembered the key. Scanning the ground quickly I spotted it and managed to insert it back into the lock. Just a turn to freedom. Again. While I fiddled with the key I could strangely hear someone speaking who I knew was a great distance away from me. Although I ignored the strong intuition I listened carefully. They spoke in hush whispers.

"Sire, isn't it dangerous when they speak? Especially, the tongue of Nuwa?" 

The name was strangely familiar, but really only held confusion in my mind. Where have I heard that name... I mused as I tried to get a better grip on the key. The same voice from before continued as a result of no reply from his commanding officer.

"Sire, the ones of ancient times and even of the last ruler did not dare speak our tongue let alone have the capacity for our language! This person might not actually be the new slayer. We have to be certain before bringing her into the cities walls." This guy sounded desperate, as though he was pleading for his life. I felt a shiver at his words even though they weren't that eloquent. Brushing it off again as nothing that couldn't be fixed with a quick escape I finally got a strong grip on the key. Turning it quickly and with a burst of momentum the cuffs came off with a small tap as they fell to the ground. Blood rushed to my head as I waited and listened. Did they notice? After a while, I heard a new voice that was a similar distance from me as the one I had been hearing previously. The commanding officer, or should I say, Regal. 

"A lowly position holder as yourself should not partake in such stately politics. Strictly speaking, keep your nose out of it unless you want to lose it."

Darn you, Regal. At this moment, maybe with the bias of being able to actually understand Regal, I realized I most likely hated Regal more than Daggers. All that was left was the strike three.

"Another thing," Regal continued in a patronizing way, "If this girl is not actually the slayer but what you suspect, it would only be right to award you with 100s." It was a threat. An idiotic, baseless show of power that had nothing to do with anything. I felt a sense of solidarity with said 'lowly position' holder. Whatever the 100s were they couldn't be good and some random stranger was going to have to deal with them if I wasn't who they keep telling me I am, the wolf-slayer. Irritated I came to commitment.

"Strike three Regal."

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A/N

lol I was struggling for 500 words, but I got it! (it's not great but a girls gotta write!) 

Looking back on it, finalizing the gender of the character was a really good idea especially considering that from now on we're going to be traveling more and more outside Charlie's mind and deeper into the story. (Don't worry the first person writing will not be shifted, lol)

WElp, life is happening and stuff but have no fear my updates are near! (no matter day or night I write a new chapter every day! except for two days ago... but I had been doing it for more than 20 days straight so I wanted a break... THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! THE POINT IS: I UPDATE THIS STORY DAILY SO I BETTER NOT SEE ANY COMPLAINTS ON NOT UPDATING ENOUGH!!!! *Stares at @Koala_of_Light*

"I see you"

ANYWAYS! It's almost one in the morning and I HAVE to wake up early tomorrow!

Good night and Sweet Potatoes!