In the far away Empire of Momua, a legend has always been told about the Queens of Yesterday- the three unassuming sisters who ran away and formed their own safe haven for girls and women at a time when the whole world was against them, and training...
"Don't tell me that your mother is evading my rent again!" The landlord's voice boomed throughout the street, bringing curious looks from the steady stream of people hurrying away. It took all my resolve not to flinch. Just his voice was enough for my courage to crawl up and wither in my heart, leaking any remaining hope in a mellow blue haze.
"Sir, it's more like-" I tried to explain it differently, hoping to add that she had brought a small compensation and we didn't have enough coin to afford it, but he cut me off before I could utter another word.
"I don't want to hear your excuses!" He snapped, snatching the ratty envelope from my hands and sneering at the meager contents.
It's all we have! I wanted to scream. If you don't think it's much, then why do you need our money? Wisely, I kept my mouth shut.
The landlord grunted. "Tell me, girl, what is your name again?" His beady blue eyes fixated on me and I was suddenly aware of a droplet of sweat crawling down my neck and the threadbare skirt I was wearing.
All my instincts gained from living in the slums of Besanfort told me to run or to give him a fake name, but I didn't have a choice but to stand there and tell him the truth. "The name's May, sir."
He sneered again, and once more I was hyper-aware of how horrid I must have looked in front of him, a well-dressed man with gelled back brown hair and shiny black shoes that I just wanted to step on and break. Calm down, May.
"May, is it?"
I knew he heard me perfectly well, so I stood there, eyes as blank as a test paper, and stared him down.
"Well, that's perfect, lovely." I hated his usage of 'lovely'. What was I, his daughter? A little girl? "I might be having a talk with the Officials soon enough, so go run along and let your mother know, will you?"
It felt like my body was stopping and half of me was burning but the other half was freezing and I couldn't move at all. Was this how it felt for our neighbors when they were evacuated? Like the world might end but at the same time, it was all going to be alright?
I knew for certain that it was most definitely not going to be alright.
Before my thoughts cleared up and I would have been able to realize that my actions would have consequences- serious consequences- my rage and fear seized hold of my body and yanked me forward, my arm connecting with his chest-
And gods, no. Not only had my strike thrown him back into the doorframe, now it was certain that we would be evicted soon. There was no possibility of any other options.
Staggering back, I gaped in shock and horror at his crooked, contorted face as he struggled to stand up and it occurred to me: I need to run.
I took off, stumbling into vendors and flying past disgruntled passerby and sprinting into an alley as far as I could go without collapsing into a puddle of exhaustion and the rising horror of what had happened just now.
I headed home, shooting nervous looks over my shoulder every few minutes, unable to comprehend that not only did we not have the means for food or travel- but now we didn't have a home for much longer.
You did this, May. He might have never gone to the Officials. But now you have to tell Mama, Niko, and Kian- what will they say?
It's your fault.
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