CREED, The Fiery Storm

lady in red

Breala was a very pretty being, her caramel complexion and very long very white hair  coupled with the dark green eyes seemed like the perfect blue print for all beings. She wore a long red sleeveless dress with slits on either side at knee level. The dress was held together at the  shoulders by two golden chains joining the back to the front. She wore a transparent chain  around her waist, wound three times with small ends left dangling. Looking closer at her face, you could she see was fifteen or sixteen earth years old. Jim could hardly speak or move as he looked at her approaching so...he just stared in awe.  

"Shall we go...Mister Creed?" she said when she was close enough to see that Jim was not 'well'.  "You are very pretty...do you know that?!" Jim said when he finally spoke. To that Breala just smiled.  "Shall we go?!" she reiterated amid the smile. Jim just followed her up the stairs on this second  request; he could hardly find any wise words in his head to impress the beauty. In this short  moment of silence, his mind generated another question-who was this girl to the Krichnd?! A  servant?! No, if she were a servant she wouldn't dress that well. But then again it's another  world...may be they do things differently.  

"Hey...Breala" Jim spoke.  

"Yes, mister Creed..." she replied.  

"Just call me Jim...please" he said.  

"Why?!...Isn't your name Creed?!" she asked.  

"Yes...my last name is Creed" Jim said, "but James is my first name..."  

"First and last name!!...how many names do you have?!" Breala asked.  

"Three...I have three names"  

"Three!!!...isn't that confusing?!"  

"Actually...it's one name with three different parts."  

"Names with parts!! You Raelians are too complicated" she said "you told me to call you Jim, is  that your second name?!"  

"No my middle name is Thomas..." he said. " Jim is a shortened form of James"  

"Creed sounds better..." Breala gave her opinion.  

"May be, but it's my father's name..." Jim said. "Passed down from his father's father's father."  

"Why would you have your father's name?!" she asked.  

"Because I am his son..."he replied and asked," what do you do in the palace?!"  

"I live here..." she replied.  

"So...you're not a servant?!"  

"No...I'm not" she answered "...this will be your room"  

They moved up four levels to get to this room judging by the number of windows they bypassed  along the spiral staircase. The stairs were housed in a column. A bed, a bathroom, a chair and  table were inside the large room. On the table there were scrolls, an ink pot and wax candles.  

"Is this what you have in all the rooms?!" Jim asked.  

"No...this is reserved for Raelian guests" Breala replied.  

"Who're 'Raelian guests'?" he asked.  

"Those from Rael "she answered "your world"  

"We call it Earth..." Jim pointed out "when was the last time you had a person from Earth?!"  

"I don't know..."Breala replied" I've never seen a Raelian before"  

"That is a nice dress, by the way..." Jim remarked. Breala turned her back towards Jim and  face towards the door partly to leave the room but mainly to avoid Jim seeing her blush.  

"See you around Mister Creed..." She said amid the blushing.  

"It's Jim...and without the 'mister'." He tried to tell her but she was gone.  'She's so into me '-Jim thought to himself with a mega grin.

Thanks for reading, 

           -Constino