MAJESTIC

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

LUKE

Ginger. That was the girl's name. Hazel nut brown eyes with a flattened nose. She was wearing an ocean blue short sleeved t-shirt with a flarrey black skirt. She couldn't remember why she was on shore but it was definitely one of the biggest mistakes. Rooter didn't dare to touch her because his branches might scratch her. My brown feathery wings tensed, careful not to touch her soft skin.

She drank a little water and I gave some of my Glucandy. After a few minutes, she was able to talk properly. She told about remembering another island that was much more beautiful and calm. I wonder about this other island. Could it have a much more kinder queen?

Ginger couldn't remember anything else besides living somewhere not here. No one wanted to bring Ginger to their home, and Rooter was definitely not interested in having a human of the opposite sex to live wherever he was living.

So I had to. No, it wasn't my choice. I had no choice. Besides, Mum would most probably love to have another human in the cottage.

"Thank you," she spoke softly.

"It's no big deal. However you got here, it's a big mistake," I said, firmly.

"I didn't quite get your name," I saw her cheeks turn red as she turn to look at me.

"Luke. Call me, Luke," I said, letting myself loose a little. Why was I like this around a girl?

"I'm fourteen years old. You're not that friendly, are you?"

"Around here, it's not that easy to be friendly," I said and we reached the cottage. My wings were back to its relaxed self. Ginger was so cheerful I didn't understand where she got her happiness from. Here at Decarte Island, nothing is too happy.

"Lucas!! Where have you been, there was no note or anyth-" Mum paused and looked at Ginger, "who is this young lady?"

"Mum, this is Ginger. We found her stranded at the border. No one wanted to take her in so here she is. Listen, mum, Hena has new orders. We have to build fences surrounding the lake. No one can run away from here again," I said, matter-of-factly.

"Oh that Queen's so full of herself!" Mum said, frustrated, and probably forgotten about our guest.

"Mum, I have to go. It had to be done in 48 hours. See you for dinner, maybe," and I left Ginger in good hands.

I got back to the lakes and saw everyone already started collecting materials. They were waiting for me. I was an architect, yes I am pretty young to be one. 18 years old, the youngest one yet. It was what I had always loved doing. Designing buildings. Normally, the division worked this way.

Humans would be architects designing the buildings here in Decarte. While the Greenies, strongest creatures here, collect materials and carry them to places according to the design but if they couldn't reach up high, that's when the Wingers come in. Wingers carry them up high, since they could fly. Their big brown feathery wings behind their backs are strong and could lift heavy materials high up. Merpeople, they collect materials that are needed in the ocean or deep under water. They weren't allowed in the lakes, however. When their fins changes to legs, they do mixing jobs on land since their hands gain more strength when they're on land. You must be thinking what Magrixes do. Since they are the "head species" in Decarte, they are mostly leaders of each project. Each Magrix will have at least one curse and one blessing. They use those powers to help complete our project. For example for this fence, they are needed to put a magic barrier so even if someone were to climb, they would not get pass the fence. However excluding queens, Magrixes die faster. If they misuse their power, they will be cursed death. For Magrixes, they were to use their powers carefully.

"I should train you to be faster next time, Wingman. Hurry up, we don't have all day," one of the Magrixes, Calen spoke.

I took a blue print paper and drew a design I had been keeping in my head. Something not too over the top and still looked good. Everyone got to work once I finish explaining. Rooter and I had always been a good team in building things. He'd carry them around and I'd carry it up high.

It was almost sunset and my once neatly combed curly brunette hair was now sweaty and messy.

"You look hot," Rooter teased.

"You still look green," I tried to give a good comeback.

"You're lame, Wingman," he laughed. There was something about Rooter's laugh that could make you laugh along. It was like a very fast spreading disease.

We head back to my cottage once the sun was down and saw Ginger with Mum cooking dinner. We barely had food around in the house. You couldn't always see Mum cooking. Sometimes the only thing we have for dinner is fish from our good family friend, Shermaine, a Merperson. They have sharp fangs to catch fish. Shermaine had been with us for years and I didn't think we would have food without her.

I knocked before I came in. Rooter had to stay outside and look inside through the window since he was too tall to come in.

"Good evening, Misses Patricia," he greeted.

"Oh hello, Rooter. Want some food?" that, was obviously a joke. Could you just imagine a tree eating fish?

"It's okay, I had made quite a lot today," he smiled.

"Well, I hope you get up early tomorrow, Luke. We have another day. Good night, everyone," Rooter bid his goodbye and went back.

"How was work?" Ginger asked.

"Work? We don't get anything out of it," I sighed.

"Lucas! Don't be so rude!" Mum scolded.

Ginger giggled, "No, it's okay. I understand."

"I'm sorry, Ginger. I had a long day. What are we having for dinner?" I was trying to relax again.

"Apparently, Shermaine caught a really big fish today. We are steaming it right now," Mum answered.

"Great. Call me once it is done. I will be in my room," I said and left the kitchen.

I got in my room and lay down on my bed.

Another island... Much more calm...

I thought of what Ginger had said and I found myself yearning to be there before the fences are up.