CHAPTER ONE

 

REFUSING

Around that same time, somewhere else in the mega enormous country kingdom of Meadowriver, everything seems perfect in the village of Meadowrivers, while every morning, like any other, seems luminous.

Meadowrivers is the most enchanting, breathtaking, and splendid kingdom in the Caribbean country.  I mean it as green pastures vibrant in life to all the cattle, sheep, and all kinds of grass-eating animals.

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

Raining in that luminous silhouetted early sunrise, where we arrived within an enormous, gigantic mega-palace.

Michas Tabernacle, ninety-nine and half, mahogany brown warm eyes, white hair, and wore a red Christmas long-sleeved sweater, khaki, and boots.

My old friend of mine turned around to look at me with a bright smile.

“Here we are, Mercy. And welcome to the Caribbean, my home sweet home.” Michas answered.

“Um, thank you very much a home sweet home is-!” I paused.

I stopped after we were discontinued by a little girl, mixed Afro, eighteen, and with her British and French accent.

“Mamie. And finally, I am genuinely happy that you have come home safe. And Mercy, it is genuinely nice to finally meet you.” Michèle discontinued.

“Michèle. Man, girl you are very impatient. And thank you Jesus that I have brought you a Coachman.” Michas signed.

“For real, Mamie. And so, is this going to be my Coachman, the Coachman of the Caribbean?” Michèle blinked.

"Surely, Michèle. Just to tell this Coachman of the Caribbean, his name is Mercy." Michas scolded. 

“Mercy, go it. And no worries I will call him by his real name. Ha—ha.” Michèle chuckled.

Simoni, their royal guard came to help me with taking the luggage to my new enormous chamber. Another guard brought a carriage before us with the word “coachman,” and asked me if I would take to see her friends.

“Michèle, this boy rests for a moment before taking you on an errand?” Michas asked.

“Never! Chop-chop Mercy, let us go, please!” Michèle signed.

I just sighed deeply, climbed in front of the carriage and Michèle inside as we rode away. Michas was left speechless as she looked at the carriage being carried away and out of sight.

Decades later, after seven years, my newfound best friend Michèle grew fond of me, and we became inseparable.

Nonetheless, in that luminous silhouetted half-light room, I opened my eyes, and found myself lying on bed. I overheard the sound of chains, looking down, and my hands were bound.

At that moment, a flashback came to mind. When I remember being knocked hard by a clubber behind me, I collapsed to the floor unconscious, and I found myself in this room.

I got out the warmth of my bed, walked to where I heard peaceful sounds, and I was shocked to see how high the place was at that height. Down below, was a massive sea that went on forever. Marching up to the door, and it was locked.

I commenced to knock on the door for them to open for, but no one heard me. To go ahead, I overheard people’s voices coming closer to where I was, but I rushed back to sound asleep on my bed.

"Cesarea, is surely damn of the noir heart. And how could he lock an innocent boy in the tower of the palace, Canse?" Signed the guard.

"Damien, keep your voice down! And you know you are my only friend I have,"  Canse shushed.

I overheard the locker clicked open, the heavy metal doors swung wide open,  and both of them marched inside.

"I do know that. And don't you think I know that? But seriously there is something that gives the wellies that moment I set eyes on him." Damien groaned.

"For real, Damien? Him giving you wellies? For crying aloud, you're a skillful swordsman, and I am sure that this boy is weak!" Canse chuckled.

"I would not have said that if I were you. And you know he can hear us, though he is unconscious, " Damien gulped.

"Great. I take back what I said, Damien. I am sure you are shaking in your boots are you? And would look at how peaceful the boy is sleeping!" Canse laughed.

"Neither would I if I were you, Canse! And have you ever wondered, why her Eminence brought the boy her as her grandchild's Coachman?" Damien asked.

"Ha-ha, and the princess calls him Coachman of the Caribbean. Isn't that classic Dam--ugh!" Canse grunted.

After I punched him on the face, as I yelped in pain and his fellow partner broke out laughing his eyes out hard.

"I warned you not to do that. And you have a punch on your cute face!" Damien laughed.

"Excuse me? And how dare you challenge the nobleman of the Lord, you worm-!" Canse roared.

Unleashing his two-edged sword and was about to penetrate through my chest, but I somersaulted to the other side. His double-edged weapon with the "the word of God" in bold on it penetrated through the empty bed.

"Excellent. First, it was Her Little Excellency refusing our lord's marriage wedding and now it is you,  her Coachman? I am sure,  you're going to die by my hand, you worm!" Canse roared.

I somersault on my back, flung him flying hard on the wall that shook. Canse tried to charge after with his weapon, but I grabbed his arm, and turned his own medicine against him. He screamed in agony as his head fell to the ground with the great thud.

"Right, that is enough of a game, boy. I am sure you're dead meat-!" Damien grunted.

I strucked his stomach with my kick as wailed in pain. Charging even more towards me has our Swords clashed into each other, it was a longest swordsmen dueling, but I gut the upper hand after I sliced both of his arms.

"My, my haha. Fool worm! Even though you manage to kill me, there is no way you can escape from this place. Dispatching that,  even if you do escape, man made weapons cannot work on Cesarea!" Damien shrieked in laughter.

After that, I saw my worst nightmare where I saw Damien with ravenous canine teeth.

"We are damn of the noir heart, ha-ha-ha!" Damien laughed.

I listen to his laughter with a demonic squeal in it. At the same time, he wailed in pain while I back flip, twisted on his neck, smashed his head severely, and toasted him out the glassless tower's window.

Damien screamed in fear always to the sea's depth to his doomed down below.  I watched him going even further below as he screamed in fright as he collapsed into the sea out of my sight. Moments later, I returned to look for something that would help smash the door with its into little shreds. I mean after I saw that there was no way I could escape the tower.

CHAPTER TWO

I overheard other voices and their footsteps marching towards where the door where in the tower where I was lock. To go ahead, Damien with his best friend Canse locked the door from outside, and held the keys in their possession 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.09.2022

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