The Legend Of Marmoris

Fiercest Protector

Jess was running wildly. She stumbled and fell somewhere but didn't realize where. Maybe she was hurt and bleeding. But the wound on her heart was the biggest of them all. How could someone stop the organ of blood from bleeding? She was crying immensely. Tears wetted her face and toppled their way down through her chin to the neck where hung a small but intricately designed locket.

"This locket is to show the love we embrace in our hearts for each other. To my friends forever and ever." she heard little Rossie's chirping sound echoing in her head.

"Why would you say so, Ross? Why would you bring up the biggest trauma of my life onto my face like that? You were my fiercest protector. When did this pride turn into hate? How?" she sat sticking to the fencing wall of an old house located mostly on the outskirts of the town. She was sitting on the damp ground with her knees close to her chest. Weeping, she laid her head onto her knees. Memories of all her childhood flashed like a film on her mind screen. 

The three of them were born and brought up in Blueball. Always together, even their families had eminent relations. They went to preschool together and were the foremost secret keepers of one another. Shared everything. Loved each other like sisters.

Jess was not from one of the elite most families of Blueball. So, most of the time, Jess, during mid-school, was treated hatefully by other students. They taunted Jess stating her family was living as refugees in their town. 

"You and your good old bro, Jones, are nothing but trouble in town. You dirty freaks! If I had the authority, you would not have been able to breathe even in this town, let alone dare coming to our school, you nasty being! Hmph!” said Phil Macasky, the son of Deputy Eric Macasky. He was about to throw more filth out of his mouth when suddenly Ross emerged from somewhere behind Jess and stood in between Jess and Phil, almost like a shield defending Jessie. 

"Watch your word, boy! You have no authority and will have none in the future cause people like you do not deserve it. Now, get yourself going, or else I have to use other ways to tackle you." Ross said, folding her sleeves as if now he said a word, and then she smashed his nose. But, before Ross executed any act, Phil gave an intense look and turned off.

It wasn't just Phil. In fact, every student in EastHill knew Ross's strength. She was a well-known threat not only by her personality but also by her background. And all this strength always proved quite beneficial for Jess, the loner girl against all the hatred in school. 

But those days were past. Right now, Jess was sitting, hugging her legs and crying her eyes out. She was completely unaware of how much time passed by or what was going on around her.

However, she ended up at this peculiar place unintentionally. She was sitting next to the wall of the old house. It was the house of Mrs. Marrison Landy. She was an old woman whose husband died during a riot that broke out between civilians and fishermen during the faded times. Since then, she has been living in this cottage of her husband all alone. Except that Jess, Ross, and Emma used to visit her and play all around her house. It was a place where Jess and her friends usually came in search of solace and peace.

Jess remembered everything. All the days she spent with her besties, all the fun they had together. Jess didn't bother anyone saying anything to her. She knew she had her supporting arms that won't let her fall. Even during one of her life's most painful setbacks, she knew she wasn't alone. The day when her parents left Blueball was the harshest day of Jess's life.

Jess used to live in her house with her elder brother Kyle, her parents Emily and Steve Jones, and an orphan servant boy named Saffet. Their family was happy. They had everything that a small yet, the happy family required. However, things never really remain constant. The morning of 25th August dawned pretty harsh for everyone. Jess was 10 years old, and her brother was 13. It was Jess’s 10th birthday when in the morning she heard some rattling noises from downstairs. She came down to have a look when she saw two men in long black overcoats carrying heavy luggage bags standing with her parents. The situation kind of seemed severe. It did not take too much time until her mother, Emily, realized Jess was standing on the stairs, a little disconcerted.