Imperfection

~Chapter 24~

People cried for their fallen Queen. Other royal Anodites visited the funeral to pay their respects. Micel learned to cry for his mother. Apollo remained his stoic self, Clarise kept to herself and Athena cried with honest, genuine sorrow. Guards still remained at Gwendolyn's door, and suspicions seemed to rise at the coincidences.

"Unbelivable," Hera hissed, slamming her fists on the table. Her mother fixed her with a stern look, and Hera sighed. "I can't believe this. Gwendolyn is ill and the Queen is dead from a nervous breakdown?" Or at least that's what Micel "tearfully" explained at the ceremony yesterday. "This is terrible mother! How could you say such things?"

Her mother tsked. "You've heard the rumors, I'm sure. Gwendolyn seemed interested with the Queen. Always nice. Too nice."

"But that is her genuine character mother! She is terribly ill-"

"A cover up!" her mother spat.

"As if she would try something like that. Do you really think the royal family would let her get away with murder? Besides, I've seen the guards at her door mother. I've heard her moans of pain. The raspy cries for her family, her loved ones!"

"There is no need for details," she snapped. "I won't tolerate such behavior." She stood up and crossed her arms. "I don't know why you detest Prince Micel. Did you see him at the funeral? He was so upset!"

"He's unfit to be King! How often does a male become ruler of a kingdom? Are you proud to have a man rule our place?"

"Your insult my beliefs Hera," she hissed, stabbing a finger in Hera's chest. "But you live in this household, and should treat me with furthur respect. Understood?"

"Completely," she bit back. Her mother glared at her and turned away and Hera's father entered, looking sheepish.

"I missed everything, didn't I?"

"You missed just enough."

Her father pulled her in for a hug. "Micel becomes King today."

"Yes."

"And you dislike the very idea of him becoming King."

"yes."

"Because he's done something wrong."

"Yes."

"Hmm..." He pulled away, a blank expression on his face. "The disturbance has merely begun."

"Yes. I know father." As first act of King, he would fire her, lock her up for heresy.

Her body froze, her father waiting patiently as she had her vision of another visitor. An annoying habit, now that she wasn't royal messanger.

Three humans male, white skinned, North American. One, human Anodite hybrid, , brown hair, green eyes. One, human Osmosian hybrid, dark hair, dark eyes. One, elderly, pure human breed, gray hair, dark eyes. Human Anodite hybrid possesses a device. Power radiates through him-

"Ben," she gasped out. Her and her father exchanged slow grins of relief.

He was coming back.

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So it had been Micel.

The pain was gone now. Gwen was only numb. She couldn't feel anything, couldn't touch, taste or smell. She could only gaze around the room and think.

She wanted to kill him. She wanted to feel his life in her hands. She desired the taste of revenge. How would he like the pain then?

She turned to look at herself in the mirror. Tears appeared on bloodshot eyes, her hair was a tangled mess and her body...She saw her body shudder. Her long red hair was gray and shriveled and had shed on the pillow case. Her skin was peeling and gray, almost black. The only color remaining were her bloodshot green eyes and her blood stained dress.

Any past desires of wanting to have Ben and Kevin back were far gone. She didn't want them to see her like this. Nobody deserved to bear the sight of this except for Micel.

She avoided the mirror once more and attempted to get out of bed. She pulled herself up, but couldn't feel the tug of her body. She looked down and saw that she sat straight up. She threw her legs over the bed, kicking away the sheets. She tip-toed to the door and attempted to open the door.

No such luck.

"Miss Tennyson?" a man spoke behind the door, shock obvious in his voice.

"Yes. Could you help?" her voice sounded strange. It seemed deeper, rasper, as it reverberated in the room. "My door seems to be locked."

Another man spoke, a bit more nervously this time. "We don't have the key, I'm afraid to say. But if someone passes, we can tell them to retrive a Plumber so you can call your family, tell them you're alright."

I don't feel alright. "Why? Why am I locked in here?"

"For security miss," the other man spoke, a bit more seriously than the man before. "We are royal guards."

Royal guards. Prince Micel. Huh. Why do the two seem to click together? Oh wait, she thought to herself sarcastically. "But I can come out soon right?"

"Of course miss."

She looked around. No windows to escape from. Dammit. She tsked and sat down on the bed, crossing her arms. She picked at the gray peeling skin, revealing a bone white surface beneath. She couldn't feel the shiver that past through her.

A/N: I HAVE A HALLOWEEN BABY BRO :D Little Ryan William. So i'm sixteen and have two brothers :D Nicholas Paul (2) and Ryan William (NEWBORN:D). This made my week worth while :3

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