The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

Chapter 1

"Loneliness is the landscape of life."

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It was calm and equantic, the small ticks from the Ovalen clock filling in the damp silence. I sit back on the metal chair, fitting myself neatly inside. Apart from the overtly white decor everything seemed fine, typical and mundane. But honestly I couldn't even remember a time where it was. My gaze hardens on the plint engraved windows, thick forrest piling into the pasty waiting room. From where I am I can see A few birds occupy the trees, chirping happily, an emotion a longed to possess.

"Uh miss hazel mcliffe." A hoarse voice speaks, it's meek tone invading my thoughts.

In fact if I didn't know better any better I would assume today was like any other day, plain and mundane.

It was a wintry sort of day, the peach lamp set painting the walls a muted orange. I brush through my hair for the seventh time that day, flattening out the few stubborn fallouts with my fingertips. Besides that it was a complete eyesore, Mrs. Jamison insisted that it was simply a diversion, to drag my attention elsewhere, and honestly I couldn't agree more.

"Miss Hazel Mcliffe?" A short blonde with an exaggerated cleavage exclaims, her baby blue eyes surveying the small waiting room.

I jump from the metal seat at the sound of my name, my left hand raised awkwardly by my side.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come?" Mrs. Jamison inquires anxiously, her voice barely a whisper. I wiggle out of her hold, a weak smile decorating my face.

"We talked about this, I'll be fine."

And with one last exaggerated sigh, she lets her hands fall to her sides, her face morphed into a pout. Sometimes her childlike behavior brought me to wonder if age really was the spawn of wisdom, or some old man with nothing better to do conveniently made it up.

If anything I was putting my bet on the latter.

"We'll be with you now." She repeats, a painfully tight smile stretched across her face.
It isn't everyday you have people having loved that extually matterndjd however many they became,
Answering with a low hum I follow the woman quickly, the sudden surge of attention making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm sure it was this way." She mumbles, her footsteps faltering. I stop in my tracks, glancing around the oddly long hallway. A number of renaissance paintings decorating the pristine white walls. It's purpose to probably bring life back into the plain background, but honestly it was kinda having the opposite effect right now.

"Was it room 16?" The woman questions to no one in general, her face scrunched up in confusion.

"I wouldn't know." I say, a small chuckle rupturing from my throat.

"What..?" The woman turns to face me, her pointed nose curled in annoyance.

"It's cause you know....I wouldn't quite literally know, because I don't work here." I say, pressing my lips shut.

I should've just gone with a nod.

"Sure. I'm going to go check in with the front desk," She says, rolling her intense gaze away from mine, "Don't go wandering anywhere."