CHAPTER ONE

 

NO IDEA WHERE NAZAREE WENT

Nazaree’s homeland is left in chaos after the four-headed orangutan queen attacked. She escaped to the gloomy woods, and her grandmother with the others is taken as trophies from their malevolent human hunting entertainment. Misericorde ran into the girl who want help from him to save her people after wandering deeper into the Minnesota natural rainforest and met the life-threatening unimaginable. 

Everything I hoped for, I thought would be fine. I was wrong. I promised never to untangle myself in love ever again nor ever even fall in love, but I was. Neither will I believe I can never believe in love. 

Misericorde "Mercy" Cornerstone, nineteen, the cutest irresistible African from Congo man. I am from Tucson, but I lived and attended Royal Crowned, a wealthy adolescent boarding school in Minnesota. I had curly noir hair, and brown eyes, and wore a long-sleeved white sweater, hooded army coat, khaki, and boots. 

To tell you the truth, I am just powerless against love or especially when my heart is broken, but Jesus has other plans through my oldest best friend Rehema. All this began on the most unthinkable and unbearable cold rainy day that late evening. 

"Misericorde?" Called the girl. 

I turned around where I met face to face with a girl who I invited for a little tour of rainy Minnesota's Natural Forest. 

"All ears, Navidad. And what is the problem in that case? Besides, did you enjoy our dinner at the most expensive restaurant?" I chuckled. 

"Um, well, I did but let us break up, please? I do not love you anymore. Neither do I have any feelings for you, but I loved your best friend-!" Navidad responded. 

"My best friend? Huh, you mean Nicodemus? And why didn't you tell me? Neither would I have fallen in love or have feelings for me!" I gasped. 

"Unimaginable isn't it, Misericorde, my friend? And beg for your forgiveness but we truly are sorry. I mean I am sorry for it." Nicodemus interfered. 

"Touch me not you traitor! And how could you Nicodemus? All this time you have been going behind my back! How could you?" I roared. 

"Misericorde, please. I am pleading with you to explain myself. Have mercy on me, please!" Nicodemus begged. 

"Enough, Nicodemus! And would you just leave me alone? Neither do I need to see you both. And I hope you are both happy." I shouted. 

"Misericorde, please, just try to understand. I truly loved-." Navidad paused. 

"I will never understand Navidad." I scolded. 

"Forgive me, Misericorde. My mother had forbidden me to hang out or see me talking to you. I am deeply sorry." Isabel sighed. 

After I walked away because I did not want to hear Isabel’s last sentence, I disappeared out of their sight within the silhouette's shortcut route of the rainy evening. 

Around that same time, somewhere else in the mega enormous country kingdom of Tabernacle, everything seems perfect outside of our world. I mean hidden outside of human sight, whereas every morning like any other seems luminous. 

Adding that, the Tabernacle is the most enchanting, breathtaking, and splendid kingdom in a European country.  I mean it as green pastures vibrant in life to all the cattle, sheep, predators, and all kinds of grass-eating animals. 

The sun in Tabernacle is not so hot as in Tucson, it is fine. This marvelous kingdom has four seasons, spring, summer, fall, and winter, and it falls in Tabernacle. Engulfed by nothing but endless serenity, successful wealthy people's minds and the poor woke up that morning to do their distinct kinds of business. Some of them headed to their enormous mega-gigantic farm field near the freshwater river. 

In the silhouettes thickest longest natural trees forest, taller thickest bushes, and a steeping narrow and zig-zag route throughout the woods that led villagers to scoop in their jars, pots, and other water fillers for them to drink. 

Tabernacle is the most enchanting, breathtaking, and splendid mega-gigantic, enormous palace engulfed and structured in luxurious white marble where the royal family stood on a huge pure golden pulpit. The silhouette's thickest natural trees forest, taller thickest bushes, and a steeping narrow and zig-zag route throughout the woods led villagers to scoop in their jars, pots, and other water fillers for them to drink. 

"Excellency. Seems as if everything is being prepared." The man announced. 

"Right, right. And thank you for finishing everything fast, Rafael." Woman responded. 

"Welcome, Excellency Esheba," Rafael said. 

"Sure, sure. Everyone, I am very thankful for your coming to my thirtieth grandchild's birthday party. And I am positively sure that my little girl has become a woman. Going further, I am sure she is ready now to be the next queen of the Tabernacle. Without wasting our time as has been written in our traditional law book. I mean what to do with a royal girl who reached her teenage years? Till then, hit it, Rafael!" Esheba gasped. 

"Correct, Excellency. Ladies and gentlemen, I have represented to you the Crowned Princess of Tabernacle, Nazaree Meadow Ebenezer III." Rafael proclaimed. 

All the Tabernacle's people cheered for her arrival, but Esheba discovered that her thirtieth grandchild was not anywhere to be found. 

"Rafael?" Esheba summoned. 

"Excellency. And I am listening carefully?" Rafael gulped. 

"Would you mind telling me where Nazaree is?" Esheba asked. 

"I had no idea where Nazaree went." Rafael nodded. 

"Jesus! Man, where is that girl?" Esheba asked. 

In another part of the palace at that same time, Nazaree was watching a romantic comedy sitcom titled Prince of Peoria and was laughing hard and talking to her little cat Monsieur Meads. 

"Rude! Meads? And please would be nice to Teddy." Nazaree scolded. 

"No, no, Nazaree. Teddy is such a jerk! Can't he see Emil trying his best to be friends with him? And I am sure he is just taking advantage of him!" Meads laughed. 

"Relax. And could you just calm down, I am sure that he will realize Emil is his best friend." Nazaree replied. 

"Huh-um, I hope so because Teddy is such a jerk!" Meads snapped. 

Back to the pure golden pulpit, Nazaree's grandmother this time called unto her to come forward. 

"Lads and gents, I present to you, Nazaree," Esheba called. 

Esheba scanned around once more after she had called her grandmother but did not see her anywhere. 

"Rafael." Esheba continued. 

"Excellency," Rafael answered. 

"Please locate Nadege and tell her to represent herself fast?" Esheba pleaded. 

"Right away, Excellency," Rafael said. 

Rafael rushed as his feet would carry her, Nadege was sitting in her favorite spot with her pet Miss Meads. 

To be continued, her favorite spot to sit as she enjoyed watching her favorite sitcom was marble's luminous throne-like status. 

"Excellency. There you are. Neither did I believe that I could find you at last."  Rafael continued. 

Both Nazaree with her pet Miss Meads turn around in the direction of the voice behind them and meet face-to-face with Rafael. 

“Rafa? Morning. And what is the cause of you hunting me down?” Nazaree asked. 

“Excellency, I am hunting you because have you forgotten what day it is?” Rafael asked. 

“Jesus Christ. I had forgotten that it is my birthday celebration!” Nazaree panicked. 

“Right about that Birthday Girl! And for crying aloud how could you have forgotten about your birthday?” Meads scolded. 

“Meads seriously why did you tell me? And you might be right. Besides, it seems as if I am going to see the same old people again. Isn’t it too hard for my grams, the Queen, to allow me to go, you know?” Nazaree groaned. 

“Quit complaining and ran to the royal tradition presentation immediately!” Meads scolded again. 

“Sure, sure. Relax, Meads!” Nazaree gulped. 

Nazaree groans were the most luminous engulfed in an irresistible gorgeous mixed Afro-British girl, with amber-brow eyes, and very curly short noir. Wearing a light grey suit skirt and coat, amber long-sleeved shirt, and noir leather shoes. 

She was a daughter of the pass-on royal crowned king of Meadowbrook, a great-great-grandson of Esheba. He was European and her mother Sheba was African American gospel musician woman. 

“All right, all right, I am going to Meads.” Nazaree scoffed. 

Instantly Nazaree arrived after Rafael, Esheba was worried sick about her. 

“Forgive me, forgive me. And I surely forgot that it was my birthday party. About the royal traditions too.” Nazaree continued. 

“Happy that you could show up. And where were you?” Esheba asked. 

“Huh, Grandmother, I was watching my favorite sitcom episode.” Nazaree sighed. 

“Meaning Prince of Peoria series, I supposed?” Esheba asked. 

“Correct. I was watching that.” Nazaree answered, 

"Sure, sure, Naza. Do you have any speeches to let out to the people of Tabernacle?" Esheba asked. 

"Right, I have," Nazaree claimed.  

"Excellent. Then break a leg I suppose." Esheba chuckled. 

Nazaree marched up in front of the golden pulpit.  

"Morning, ladies, and gentlemen. Forgive me for my delay, but I wanted to say thank you for coming for my birthday. Though I must see the same old people, the same old place, and the same silhouetted oak tree woodland…" Nazaree nodded. 

"Correct, correct. I suppose that is a great speech, Nazaree. And I suppose you have to sit on that golden throne, please." Esheba answered.  

"Sure," Nazaree said. 

Esheba led her grandchild toward the golden throne, Nazaree sat comfortably on the throne, after her grandmother showed a crab in front of her. 

"Right Nadege. According to the royal tradition of Meadowbrook, you must give kisses to all the crabs, and that represents you becoming a teenager. Please, be careful that none of them pitch your lips." Esheba sighed. 

"Jesus," Nazaree shouted. 

"Lucky I was not born in royalty for me to kiss crabs?" Meads laughed.  

"Harsh Meads! And kissing crabs is not very hilarious or a joke, sheesh." Nazaree replied. 

"Quit whining, Nazaree! Please, would you start giving smooches to crabs? Trust me, it is classic." Meads snapped.  

All the rest of the guards, Nazaree's grandmother, and Rafael snickered in laughter. Nazaree sighs as she takes the crabs, and kisses, Meads, laughing even louder. 

Nazaree was about to walk away to watch her favorite sitcom show, but Esheba pulled her back down on the throne. 

"Hold your horses, girl. And it seems as if you have to kiss the crabs of all the people of the kingdom." Esheba said. 

Nazaree's mouth dropped as she saw all the villagers with crabs in their hands raising them high. 

"Classic, man. I am sure I will smell seafood." Nazaree groaned.  

"Wrong Naza. Do you mean crabs' breath?" Meads asked. 

"Even better, Meads." Nazaree scoffed. 

Meads cracked up laughing hard, and Nazaree groaned with the rest of them snickered. Nazaree, the little royal girl, smooched all the villagers' crabs and she smelled crabby.  

"Man, Grams. Would you mind telling me who invented such a tradition of smooching crabs?" Nazaree continued. 

"I have no idea, but the tradition came from your ancestors." Esheba chuckled.  

"Seriously?" Nazaree blinked.  

"Lucky me too that I was born into royalty, but I have to face a tradition where I have answered hundreds of questions. I mean about how long I have known your thirtieth grandfather etc." Esheba laughed. 

"Meaning Grandfather?" Nazaree gasped.  

"Right, Nazaree. Uh-Huh, that is awesome. I feel so bad for you." Esheba sighed. 

Nazaree stood up on the throne with disappointment on her face and walked away toward the palace, but Esheba saw Nazaree's disappointed facial expression. Nazaree was standing at the huge entrance of the palace when Esheba walked up to her. 

"Something is wrong, Nazaree. And you can fool me child because I raised you ever since you were little." Esheba gasped. 

"I am Fine, Grandmother. I mean not fine; I appreciate everyone attending my birthday party. And according to Yom Huledet, a Hebrew tradition of a boy or girl from royalty's birthday is allowed to go outside to a location to experience new things. I am sure it is forbidden for me to go, right?" Nazaree asked. 

"Correct. And what if something menacing happened to you, I will never forgive myself. Going further, you are the crown princess for crying aloud!" Esheba said.  

"Great! Grandmother, you do not need to remind me of that. I know I am crowned but I came here to give smooches to crabs." Nazaree gagged.  

"Classic, Nazaree. Classic." Meads laughed.  

"Quiet down, Meads. No one is talking to you." Nazaree repeated. 

"Relax, Nazaree," Meads reported. 

"As I was saying, seeing the same Tabernacle people. I have, you know, the idea that I always feel lonely." Nazaree sighed. 

"Lonely? For a real child?" Esheba blinked. 

"I am fifteen, please! I want to venture, Grandmother, meet and make new friends, and fall in love with someone not from Tabernacle. I want to fall in love with someone new. Not seeing the same people." Nazaree roared. 

"Remember that the right person will come for you, just be patient. I am pleading with you." Esheba answered. 

Nazaree sighed deeply and was waiting for her grandmother's response. 

Engulfed with an expression Esheba was glancing down with sadness, neither could help her little girl be sad anymore or lonely.

“I wish I could let you go, but it is getting late. And it would be best if you rest awhile, by tomorrow you will have the will to go experience the world, is that a deal?” Esheba sighed.  

“Wait, what? And I promise you that I will be careful,” Nazare squealed.  

“That is all I ask from you,” Esheba nodded. 

Esheba burst out laughing hard as she saw a joyous gorgeous smile on her thirtieth grandchild's face.  

In further away just one hundred miles away, a four-headed orangutan with pure golden crowns and legions of armies were on the horizon to make Tabernacle a barren wasteland.  
 

CHAPTER TWO

 

MISERICORDE MEANS MERCY

Next to me was my closet high school friend Menora Corazon, seventeen years of age, with amber eyes, puffy short noir hair, and the most luminous engulfed in an irresistible gorgeous mixed African girl. Wearing a light white coat suit, noir navy long-sleeved shirt and skirt, amber tie, and noir leather shoes. 

Both of us were heading home after school, and by tomorrow it is going to be summer break. I wear the same light white coat suit, noir navy long-sleeved shirt and skirt, white tie, and boots.  

“Would mind telling me what Misercorde means? And aren’t you excited about summer? Neither do I have no idea that you speak French,” Menora asked.  

“I am Menora. And Misericorde means Mercy.” I answered. 

Menora laughed her eyes out as she was enjoying a delicious apple. 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.01.2023

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