Orchid

Kk, I'm Doomed

Are you telling me that you cooked Tsukune? I stare down at the meatballs in horror. Do you excel in cannibalism?

 Amphitrite laughs good-naturedly and tosses her hair. Why do you think that Queen Kyonnes and Queen Hero call my mate Meatballs?

 Because he looks like one. I cross my arms. It's a wild guess, but I wait for her to say I'm right.

 Actually, it's because..."Tsukune" is a delicious Japanese meal. Amphitrite tries to bury the grin. But again, he does look like a meatball...anyways...Her face morphs into a serious one. By tonight, you have to gather Tsukune's alliance. You have Air, Earth, Fire, and Spirit on your side, but not Water. Tsukune...does not trust you. He does not trust the prophecy. It's like a toss of a coin. Heads or tails. 50-50.

  Why? I throw my hands up in disgust and irritation. Ok, the teasing about meatballs was a freaking joke. You gotta tell him he's way too grumpy, and he really needs some plastic surgery with that meatball build-up. Also, his hair is way too flat and stinky.

 Orchid! You'll never gain his trust with that attitude! Amphitrite moves into stern-mom mood, which only infuriates me more. Why do adults keep thinking scolding will work better than reasoning out? Sheesh.

 Let's just move on without Water, I groan. I'm tired of speaking in my head like some weirdo. I stare down at the elegant gown. I'll just keep this be-yoo-tiful dress and go back. Maybe finish the book I was reading when I got introduced to this. By the way, it's good. It's called Specials, third book of--

 You can't, Amphitrite says sharply, tossing her hair. The dress only works in the water. On land, it'll dissolve into an ashy mess, and the ash will stick to you until you return to the water. Her voice softens in sympathy. Comb your hair and wake Jason. The dinner will be great, and it'll put Tsukune in a good mood. Just...try not to lose your temper and the sooner you ally with him, the sooner you can return to land. She's begging now. If he doesn't agree to ally with you, then any Faerie will not be allowed to fight with you, unless we want to be executed. And Scott Westerfield is just an Outsider. He doesn't matter. If you really like his books, you should focus on saving the world instead. 

 You would save your own life rather than fight Lycaeon? I ask skeptically. And hey, he's good at writing. Did you hear he has a Wattpad?

 Amphitrite shakes her head, clearly frustrated. I would rather kill myself than not get the chance to fight her army, but the rest of my people are fiercely loyal to Tsukune, aside from a choice few. A choice few will die almost immediately when they are faced with the loyal Earth servants of Lyca.

 Oh. Then I'll go, I say quickly. I'll wake Jason and be there in a min.

 Good. Amphitrite dips her head and leaves, while I rouse Jason. He blinks through blurry and dazed eyes and asks, What?

 Time for dinner, I say, rolling my eyes.

 I'm not hungry, he groans, rolling on his side. He stares up, wide eyes focusing on me.

 Suit yourself. I turn away and leave.

 Wait, Orchid, is there good food? Jason swipes his tongue over his mouth eagerly.

 I ignore him as I go. It's his freaking choice...and I have a feeling his "jokes" will so ruin the entire diplomatic talk.

 As I stride through the hallways, I have a strange feeling...a prickle down my back...that someone is watching me.