Malika sat on a bench in a park close to the hotel she was staying at. She hopes to see the flash again as she looks around and smiles at the little children that are playing in the grass. Her senses have heightened quite a lot since her meeting with the mysterious man. "I hope to see him again." she says to herself as the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She whirls around and sees a man cloaked in green. He stares at her from under his cowel for a while as she moves slightly to one side. The man steps back and turns around. "Hey!" Malika yells as he runs. She chases after him and keeps up as best as she could but loses him after a turn into the poor part of France. Malika stops to catch her breath a little before she tries to make her way back to the hotel.
She turns at the worst of times. Guards spot her and runs to her, making her flee in the other direction. Malika manages to climb up to the closest roof and notices the guards following her up the wall. They surround her after they were all up on the roof. She kneels and covers her head. One guard raises his hand to strike her but is stopped by her own hand. The guard looks at her with the how-dare-you-touch-me-peasant look. She stands and knees him in the stomach then gets hit in the back by one of the other guards. As the doubled over guard stands up, Malika remains on her knees in pain. The next thing she knew all the guards are dead on the roof. She stands up quickly and whirls around. The sight surprises her even though two of the four shouldn't surprise her.
Malika sees four men dressed in awkward clothes standing behind her a few feet away. She notices each wearing a different color-dark blue,brownish tan,green,and a cream color white. Her blue-green eyes meets with theirs with wonder. She remembers the one in dark blue as her savior and the one in green as her visitor from the park. The one clad in green takes a step forward and she takes a tiny step back. "We are not going hurt you" he said. Malika can't find words to form and speak so she just shakes her head. The one clad in dark blue appears by her and grabs her arm and she squeaks in surprise and tries to get out of his grip. "We will not hurt you"he said in a British accent with a hint of french. Malika stares at him then the other three. "How do I know?"she asks. "We would've killed you by now" the one clad in brownish tan said."He's right girl"the one in cream color white added. "I have a name" Malika said with a stubborn tone. "You tell us your name and we will tell you ours." the one in green said. "You first" she replied glaring slightly and stares at the leader. "My name is Arno Dorian,"Arno said all gentleman like and pointed to the other three"they are Axeman,Green coat, and Ice cream." Axeman,Green Coat and Ice cream nodded at Malika. She hesitates then says her name. "Malika"she says"Malika Abeline Bondevik".
The five of them talk for a while. Axeman happens to notice that she's wearing boots with her dress. "Why are you wearing boots?" Axeman asked. "Cause I can't walk in heels, plus heels are uncomfortable. "she said sheepishly. Ice Cream plays with her hair and Malika stays still. "So soft and smooth like a kitten. "he says. She smiles and relaxes as Arno rubs her knees. Green Coat looks at her features. "Does your name mean The Queen?"he asks. "Yea,it does."she replied smiling. Her smile hasn't left her face after their meeting as she now lays on her back on her bed in the hotel. She giggles and relaxes into the bed. "Arno is such a cutie"she says to herself. She never felt this new feeling before. It was such a new feeling that she called Francis. Malika hung up after a few minutes seeing he didn't answer.
She didn't want the night to end. Malika fell asleep as the moon shines through her window. The floor creaks and footsteps get closer to her. She wakes up as a hand is on her shoulder. Her head whips around and comes nose to nose with her visitor. Their eyes meet and they both smile. "Hi" Arno says quietly. "Hi,what are you doing here?"Malika asks. "I wanted to see you again." he replies. "I wanted to see you again to"she said blushing. They stayed up talking half the night away. "So you have a protective older brother?"Arno asks with slight curiosity."I have two older brothers- Lukas and Emil." Malika replied with a yawn. Arno layed her down and covers her up. "Sleep tight Malika" he said and places a kiss on her temple.
She wakes up around noon the next day. Malika sat up and stretched her arms and pops her shoulders. "I slept in to late."she said to herself. Malika straightens herself up and gets dressed in her usual attire-corset type top,a steampunk styled skirt and her hair clip. She puts her boots on but doesn't tie them. Malika takes the boot off and puts some black flats on. Her trip to her favorite café is a short one. She orders her vanilla coffee and some breakfast. 'Was last night a dream? I do not know' she wrote in her journal. "Was it a dream?,"she asks herself still feeling his touch on her shoulder"I don't think it was." Malika eats her breakfast and drinks her coffee. She could tell it's going to be a good day.
