unraveled

felis

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          Creak. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. The boy warily opened the door and stepped out in the hallway. Nia and the Master had left, now was his time to act. The door in front of him was slightly ajar. The slant of light fell right onto his face as he watched Hera walk from within, momentarily glare at him and shut the door. He stood there in a confused daze for a few seconds as his brain reconfigured its goals. The daze broke when he realized he was standing right in front of the Master's room door. The piece of wood hugged the wooden frame, tightly, too tightly. It was locked. Getting down on his knees the boy pulled out a pin from his hair and wiggled it into the keyhole. After a few practiced seconds, he heard a click and the door stepped back slightly from the frame. He looked around to see if anyone was watching but only the sconces glowed in response. He figured they could keep a secret as he pushed in. The air was chilly, an instant drop in temperature that triggered his senses. The Master's room was like all the other's rooms. The same bird's nest of a bed, the same small bathroom except that he had no window. All four walls were wooden without a break in them, hiding him from the world or hiding the world from him. He shut the door behind him and started looking. The bedstand, the dresser, nothing. They were all empty. He even briefly searched the bathroom but in vain. A briefcase sat on the bed, looking inviting as ever but it was the kind of invite that always ended in danger and unforeseen repercussions. Could he open it and leave no trace? You are a Felis. He had stolen documents from bases filled with enemy soldiers, this was nothing compared to that. With quick strokes he unzipped the top touching only the places he absolutely needed to. Inside was another ugly pantsuit and a neat piece of rectangular paper kept atop. The Royal Seal gleamed on it and his heart beat loudly with each loop of cursive he saw.

To The Master of Solis Circus.

          Pulling out a small blade from under his tongue, he neatly detached the seal from the thick, coarse paper that smelled like his past and wealth and Nia. Inside was a folded piece of paper that was slightly tinted in baby blue and it read:

Corban Ninero,

The Kingdom welcomes you and the performers of Solis Circus to Esterham. We have heard much about your performances and would like to witness them ourselves. The Apertum Ball is destined to take place on the 23rd of May and officials from all over Caraca as well as Asmia and Eyrinth and Lis'Tibei will be attending. Entertainment will be required and thus we require you. If you are to accept, we find that the treasuries would like to gratefully return the favor. If needed, palace grounds can and will also be made available for preparations. We strongly suggest that you accept and grace our evenings in celebration of your inherited allegiance to Queen Carac and the ever-glorious Kingdom. Nevertheless, your refusal will still be accepted though with a heavy heart.

Lander Portch

17th General of Aritz and Head Auctor for the Carac Kingdom.

         The boy could feel his heart in his throat, roaring, anxiously filling each artery and vein with gushing blood. Freedom. This was freedom. A chance at it. His chance. A spark of hope. This could be the end. And the start. 

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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed!! VOTE AND COMMENT AND COME BACK SOON FOR THE NEXT PART!! THANK YOU FOR READING! i honestly made such a bomb-ass looking official letter but darling wattpad here didn't let me upload it inline with the story so i made it the header (you can't read it but its the same stuff as in the story) Cheers!