Cevic

Chapter 6

Are you going to Scarborough fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who had lived…

She once was a true love of mine…

-Scarborough Fair-

 

Love or not?

 

I opened my eyes to a series of knowledge that hit my brain, hard.

I was not home.

Decus was sick.

I was on Earth.

I needed to find the cure.

Lying on my back, I shivered mildly. The morning cold seeped through the valances and the cracked windows and its chilly fingers bit my face. Longing for warm sunshine, I reluctantly peeled myself off the mattress, and realized that there was a thick cotton blanket over me.

  Inwardly thanking Rezia for my not freezing overnight without a blanket, I got up, my teeth chattering. Sharp wintry air rushed into my nose. I looked up at the old, brown-rimmed clock that hung on my wall.

  It took me a while, but I managed to read the time- and realize that I was late for school.

“Mi zae!” I choked out, tearing out of my room.

Translated literally to English, it meant my foot, but it meant something along the line of Oh, shit. Making a mental note to not let it slip in front of my human friends, I dashed out, and without knocking, threw open Rezia’s door.

 “We’re late!” I shouted, seeing her sleeping as soundly as the dead, sprawled on the mattress, curled up into a ball and snoring lightly.

  She muttered something, nodding, and hoping that she would awake, I opened the closet and after throwing and digging, pulled out a pair of fresh beige socks, a white turtleneck sweater and jeans.

 “Rezia! Wake up!” I yelled out, my whole body shaking in cold, and ran back into my room.

How did humans manage to wake up in the morning on time for school without a body suit that served as a reminder beeping at the set timing? Anyhow, I was beginning to have more respect for the high school humans.

  I dressed as quickly as I could, pulled on the still snow-wet boots, yanked on my coat and threw the muffler around my neck carelessly, and threw open Rezia’s door again.

  My stomach growled angrily after being left empty for many hours. I clapped loudly, shouting at the top of my lungs.

“Rez! We’re late for school!” I shouted.

Taking into consideration the slow human transportation thing called bus and crossing the road, we were going to be very late, at least thirty minutes late for our first period. Honestly I wasn’t even certain why I was rushing like this. Human school and getting detention slips or being singled out by teachers as latecomers wasn’t our concern.

  Everything I’m doing is for my lord. King Decus.

Even in a small, dingy apartment on Earth disguised as human, I could clearly see the once-glowing youthful face grey with sickness, violent coughs tearing through his lips and his temper easily frayed. I could picture the hypocrite of Lords and Ministers who would try to wriggle their way through his moments of weakness to obtain, to claw power to themselves.