Code of The Queen

1 my place

Outside the rain fell in a rough storm of bright flashing lights loud booms and a constant tapping on the window above my head. That was probably why I couldn't get any sleep.

I turned to lay on my back and looked up at the small square window. I stuck my middle finger up at it. But I slowed my movement when I saw a small peak of the up coming sun. A new sense of hope sprung in me.

I quickly rolled off my wooden bed and dirty mattress and looked under my bed. My old brown leather pouch sat there.

Stuffed with apples, cheese and stale bread. And next to it lay my belt, with a black leather sheath attached to it. And a blade sharp enough and strong enough to cut metal within it. And a slab of iron inside to sharpen it every time unsheathed and sheathed again.

I grabbed both. And started to slip my belt on. The blade was given to me by my father, and his father before him and the womam who made it was my great great grandmother. She was an expert blacksmith.

My family did not believe a women could be a blacksmith until Grammy Moy was born. Some had told me she was born with and iron heart. But I just knew she was a stubborn woman.

Grammy Moy could make any everyday household item into a deathly weapon, if you asked her to. She wouldn't hesitate to do so. She loved her work. So did I.

The whole piece itself was about a foot long. Thin, and beautifully hammered and cut. It weighed almost nothing and held a small, bead sized ruby in the mouth of the dragon crafted into the pummel.

It was twenty one years old and my name was carved into the blade right below the guard. Set in a brilliant cursive writing.

But the hilt itself is was made from a special black wood that only grows on dead land and floats like a bubble on water. But it's used for the strongest of ships.

Now I know you maybe thinking that there's no way its possible. I didn't think so either until I had acidently dropped it into the fireplace and it never caught flame or melted away. Infact when I pulled it straight from the flame it was cool to the touch. But hot to the water, I had spit on it.

My old worn leather boots lay next to my bed as well. I grabbed them and tied them on quickly.

Now I couldn't fit through the window and the door creaks but it was my only way. But I did learn ways to avoid it.

When the rusted hinges move against each other it screeches. And the door is unlevel, so it pulls down.

I walked to the front door and unhooked the lock. I twisted the handle slowly, sure not to make any clicks and pulled up on the heavy wooden door.

I tried my best not make any harsh breaths by holding it in but my feet shuffled on the old wood floor. Causing some of the kids to stir in their sleep.

I set the door down and looked around the corner at them. Everyone was there......except Brigget. She was the snichiest kid I had ever met. And a true bitch, all the time.

"Shit!" I cursed silently. I turned back around and she stood there. But something about her was weird. Off.

A wooden broom stick was held tight in her right hand, her knuckles turning white from her death grip.

No expression was on her face but I could to she was trying to intimidate me. It wasn't working. Her eyes were a pitch black and almost no white showed.

"Brigget?" I asked taking a step towards her. Which also happened to be the only way to the door. And my only way out.

Her head slowly cocked to the side. But when she spoke it frightened me.

"You can not leave Breeze. He will kill you. And no one can stop him. He is coming." Her voice came out as an echo. And deep. Like there was someone else speaking for her.

But strangely she almost sounded worried. I took a step closer to her. "I'm so sorry for the way I always treated you. I was just so afraid, that you would leave. Like the others."

She looked down to her feet. A tear slipping past her dark eyes. "Brigget what do you mean?" I asked no longer scared.

I grabbed her shoulder and turned her towards me. But the red stain now on her cheek made me worry.

"Brigget? Are you okay?" She looked down at me. She was taller than me, but not that much older.

She fell to the floor. I rushed to her immediately. Briggets eyes faded from their regular brown to a pitch black. Back and forth. Over and over again.

"I can not talk to you here. Take us to the gardens. You need to know." She said in a whisper.

I paused. This was my chance to leave. I looked at the door. I made up my mind.