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Chapter 8 Krystal

Class was slow as always, nobody pays attention when the teacher goes on and on about the history of Aerilon. But I do; it's fascinating learning about what made our society. About 3,000 years ago Earth had many natural disasters like tsunamis, massive earthquakes and volcanic eruptions everywhere. Every person who survived, had to grow the population, in wait of the beginning of the "New Earth", as our textbooks call it. 174 years ago the people decided to live life and start over; that is when Aerilon and Miorith were created.

The bell rings which snaps me out of my daze, I gather my books and head towards the door. That's when I see Atticus standing in the hall, dammit. I turn back towards my teacher and ask him if there is anything I can do for extra credit.

"Please Sir, my parents wont allow a ninety-nine percent. I just need that one extra point, please?" I ask putting on my puppy eyes.

"Krystal dear, are you really trying to use those eyes on me?" I blush at the question. "You are my best student out of my classes, and you had to do was ask for the point and I probably would've given it to you... but since you volunteered to do extra credit, I can most definitely find something for you to do," he finishes with a smile.

"Thank you, Sir. Have a great day," I reply while heading for the door, where Atticus no longer stood. I leave the classroom and quicken my pace, hoping to not run into my soon to be husband, and soon to be King. Ladies stand in the halls chit chatting about the past events, I can't even speak with my bestfriend anymore. After what happened with Lydia, I can't speak to anyone anymore. Without looking, I make my way up to my room.

I slam the door behind me, tears threatening to fall. I wipe them away, and get ready to go out in the town. My father still won't let me leave the kingdom but he hasn't seen me leave the million times before. I grab and throw on one of my subtle dresses, a light beige knee high dress with some flats. I let my hair fall from its ponytail, and lightly curl the edges. Before leaving I grab a dark brown cloak and head for the town.

I have always found it more peaceful in the town than the kingdom. Grandmas sit at the corners selling hand sewed items or apple, children run around laughing and playing, not caring if they get their clothes dirty. Stray dogs roam around getting pet by those who can spare time and getting feed scraps. I walk along the dirt road, gazing at the different markets set up around the square. I am unable to shake the feeling of someone staring at me. I glance around me hoping to catch someone looking, but don't see anyone. I eventually shake the feeling off and carry on strolling.

I keep the hood of my cloak up so no one notices me but it seems to fail when someone tugs on my arm.

"Good morning, Madam Vixen," spoke the smirking child. "How are the slums treating someone like you today."

"Oh quite well, Madam Skye. How are you and your brother on this fine day, might I ask?" I question with the same amount of eloquence.

"She remembers who I am," she spoke in mock amazement. "And as for my brother, he is doing just fine with the empty space between his ears." I laugh at her response.

"Of course I would remember girl who left such an impression on me. Maybe you could teach that brother of yours something to fill that space," I suggested.

"Not even the gods above could do that," the girl spoke this more to herself. Her face went blank for a mere moment before she spoke again, "I must ask though," her posh accent gone now. "Why are you roaming the markets?"

"I need some time to clear my head after... school. It has been very difficult lately," I advised.

Skye nodded her head slowly. "Of course. It must get extremely difficult," her words were slow, almost in confusion.