Here I am with chapter XXVIII! How are you readers? I felt in a Link mood so this chapter is all filled of Link, Allen, and then there are the third exorcists. I'm sorry that they don't compare since a long time, but DGM has so many characters that it's difficult to give propter space to them all. It's impossible, at least for me. But I'm writing a little more about Allen lately, am I not? Maybe he will even become the main character…he should be the main character, but this idiotic author is madly in love with all the other characters so I forget him often ^^'' Sorry…
IMPORTANT: For the last chapter I had a review from SPENSERSBEST and I would like to reply to it.
TO SPENSERSBEST: thank you for the review, but it seems that there is something that I need to clarify: this is NOT a KandaxOC story. There are ALSO Kanda and Cassandra, but with this fic I wanted to imagine an alternative end to DGM, not to write a romance, otherwise the category would have been "romance" and not "supernatural-adventure". Still, I'm happy you like my story "generally" ^^. Can I now ask you to help me writing a better story reviewing and telling me what you liked and what not? It would help me and it would please you readers more I think. Anyway, if you're interested in KandaXOC, don't fear, there will be as soon as Cassandra comes back to the Headquarters after her training and when she appears…well, it's not like you can ignore her XD Do you like Cassandra? It would make me happy to read your answer…
CHAPTER XXVIII- AM I IN DANGER?
Headquarters, Allen's and Link's room, morning
Allen had woken up in a good mood that morning: he was relieved to be back. Of course he had enjoyed his day off with his friends, but he didn't yearn for other days like that: he was happy of having come back. He could understand easily Lenalee's dream of a peaceful life without responsibilities, but he couldn't be fine enjoying life when he knew that somewhere else people was dying because of something only he could fight.
So, in the end, he didn't miss the calm of the day before, but he felt more ready to face his duty after that little pause of relax. In other words: after that experience he had had the umpteenth proof that he wasn't wasting his life, that one day he wouldn't have found himself regretting that he had dedicated the years of his youth to the akuma instead of devoting himself to the pleasures of life as the other normal teens. Now he knew that he didn't care about a normal life, that it was ok for him to loose himself in his duty as an exorcist and he was happy of this, horribly happy.
Allen put on his coat singing in a low voice some cheerful old song as he hadn't done since ages and Link noticed it:
" Has something good happened, Walker?" he asked friendly. When Allen was happy the Inspector felt relieved as well for a strange phenomenon he still hadn't understood or named.
" Nothing, really, I'm just glad I'm back." The teen answered with a broad smile that would have dazzled anyone. Link felt like smiling in response: there was no way one could resist to Allen's enthusiasm; he was too contagious even for a serious Inspector as the blonde was. That was the boy's real power, even if he didn't realize it. Link wondered what kind of supernatural strength that kid had to be able to smile in a situation such as his.
"I envy you," the Inspector confessed without shame, "how can you smile like that? Aren't you afraid?" he asked seriously with a strange anxiety, his hunger for knowing and understanding the boy devouring him. He adored Allen, no doubt of it, he knew it, and he wanted to know the secret of his strength that he, Link, lacked tragically. "Aren't you afraid?" The Inspector would have never dared to ask something so personal to anyone, but Allen, because Allen wad strong, Allen was the one who could bear all the strikes of misfortune and support the rest of the world in the meanwhile.
Still, the teen didn't answer immediately to his question, but just stared firmly at him in the eyes for some moment. Then, he smiled again and said:
"What would it be the point in making a tragedy out of it? Would it resolve things? The fact is that there is nothing I can do about it so I'll just stand tall and face things the better I can." Allen's smile was so warm, so honest, that Link felt something stinging in his heart.
He would have wanted so much to be like Allen, to have his purity, his strength, his faith in the future, but he hadn't. Such a sparkling essence didn't suit the black right wing of Malcom C. Leverrier. After all, the obscure path of a Crow was the only thing he could expect from life, the only possible destiny for a killer unable of remorse, a spy and a traitor as he was, because that was his real nature, though Allen's presence had actually softened him a little. Yes, he had softened a bit, but it would have been enough for Leverrier to snap his fingers and he would have returned the filthy, hateful demon he had been taught to be. He was a damned being, his very soul was tainted, and he had often thought that he had no right to stand beside normal people for the fear of corrupting them as well with his mere presence, but Allen… oh, he could remain near the boy without fearing to taint him because Allen was just too strong to be destroyed by him, he could ask him everything without panicking because he knew that none of his words would have ever been able to shook his faith. That was why he could ask without remorse:
"But in reality you feel fear, don't you?"
"You mean if I fear Leverrier's intentions about me? Yes, I do." The teen replied with calm, still smiling, "Of course I fear him, I fear that he will get in my way and obstacle my mission as an exorcist."
"But he doesn't want to obstacle you, he wants to kill you!" Link remembered him with a painful voice which mirrored his secret emotions, but which was also terribly out of place in that situation, almost ridiculous.
"I don't think he will kill me," Allen explained with the same calm of before, "I'm one of the Hearts, right? I'm necessary to win this war, am I not?"
"Don't be so sure of it," Link replied with concern, "It's not him the one who decides things, though I myself had thought so for a long time. If someone of higher rank was o order him to kill you…"
"Then he will have to face his own conscience." Allen replied with simple severity.
"It is not… that easy…" The Inspector muttered, almost not caring to hide his evident anguish, but the teen had had enough of his riddles:
"Link, if you want to tell me something, say it. If you can't, don't say it, but please don't put me trough riddles; at the moment I don't have patience for this kind of things." He declared sternly.
"I'm sorry," the Inspector apologized, bowing his head to avoid the teen's annoyed gaze, "I'm just worried about the whole situation. I understand that things and situations are changing quickly, very quickly, and I don't understand what's happening anymore. No-one knows what to do, the Commandant himself doesn't, and in the middle of all this there is you who I don't understand. I can guess that something important is happening to you, but you won't tell me a thing and that's just natural since I'm a spy who was send to keep watch on your movements. Still, it feels awkward to spend with you every minute of my life and know that you must think of me as an enemy. Plus, I'm annoyed because I've watched over you for so long that I probably know you better than anyone else, and yet I can't understand you. I may foretell your actions, but not understand your thoughts. That's very annoying." He confessed all of a sudden.
Link had never been so honest in his whole life and when he saw Allen staring back at him in a mysterious way, his honest gaze fixed on him, the Inspector panicked. Had he made an error speaking out loud a little bit of the affection he felt for the teen? He was so used to deal with falsehood and traitors that he didn't knew how to react in front of someone so pure as Allen. Everything he did seemed just so wrong when Allen was involved…
But then the teen smiled again in that gentle way of his and it was as if the winter had retired to leave his place to the spring. Link blushed slightly for the embarrassment of having showed such a weak side of his, but the teen ignored his confused reaction and began to explain:
"I don't think of you as an enemy and I'm sorry I made you feel this way. It's just that a lot of things are happening and I don't know what to think myself." Allen confessed.
"Welcome in the club…" Link thought bitterly, but didn't say it out loud. Instead he voiced:
"What kind of things? If it's something personal I won't tell it to Leverrier. I promise."
"Is there something that is not personal?" Allen joked with bitter irony, "Of course it is personal, but since the Fourteenth is involved it concerns the Order as well, isn't that right?" Link said nothing in response, but waited for the teen to continue:
"Everyday is presence becomes realer. It's not a problem to keep him under control, it hasn't caused me any trouble lately, but he's becoming conscious of his position and I'm becoming more conscious of his existence as well. He doesn't try to take possess of my body in any way, it's as if he's waiting for something, but I can feel his presence every moment, every second, always! It's frightening, knowing that there is someone else inside you. When I look at my image reflected in the mirror I always wonder: "who's me? And who's the Fourteenth?". Are we two different beings, or are we a monstrous chimera, a terrible experiment as those they made on the third exorcists? Did someone wonder: what will happen if a fuse an exorcist with a Noah? Am I the result of an experiment of this kind? Or there is no-one to blame and all this happened for a mere case? I can't help but ask this to myself, over and over, every minute, every second. Who am I?" Allen stopped and looked at Link with a puzzled look as if he could have an answer. And the Inspector did have an answer, maybe not the one Allen was searching for, maybe not the right one, but did it matter? At least it was an answer:
"Does it matter to know who you are?" the blond Inspector asked, "And what will you obtain once you'll know if you're a pure exorcist or a fusion between that and a Noah? Will this resolve your troubles? Remember why did you become an exorcist, Walker, remember what your aim is and try to make your dream become true. That's all should matter to you." Link said, feeling strange. A member of the Crow wasn't supposed to say such things, but the look Allen was giving him! The teen was staring at him as if the Inspector had showed him the light. So ironical, Link thought, and yet the idea made him feel an inhuman joy: maybe he had really done something good for Allen in the end. It would have been more than he had ever hoped to accomplish.
The boy was terribly important to him for he was his saint, his guide, his faith in goodness, but what could Link be to him if not a useless burden? That's what he had thought till then, till that moment when he had realized he could actually do something for Allen as well: he could support him when no-one else could, because even heroes and saints have their moments of weakness and it's not a rare sight to see them abandoned by the world they've always protected. Heroes must be strong for the world, but who's strong for the heroes? No-one, that's why we love them, that's why they're so special: because even being alone they take on their shoulder the whole world. But Allen wouldn't have been alone anymore, Link decided.
Headquarters, Allen's and Link's room, night
Allen couldn't sleep well that night, but for once it wasn't because of the nightmares, or because of the Fourteenth. It was because of the man who slept in that same room of him in that moment, in the bed next to his. Inspector Link.
Though at the beginning of their acquaintance their relationship had been very, very, tense, with time they had managed to understand a bit of each other and the teen was happy that he could declare to be friends with the severe Inspector. He wasn't an evil person; there was kindness in him instead, though it had been buried somewhere at the bottom of his heart and forgotten there. Allen had understood that only recently, when he had started to notice many little signs which indicated that the blond man had started to think of the boy as a friend as well. The teen hid a chuckle at the thought of how goofy Link was trying to hide it.
After all it was only natural for the blonde one to act like this, since his work was to spy Allen, but the boy was happy anyway. He liked Link, though he couldn't understand him sometimes for he held too much secretes that he wasn't going to reveal to no-one. And Allen had his secrets as well. That morning he had revealed many things he had never thought he would have ever confessed, but he had preserved for himself one, last important detail: not only could he see the Fourteenth reflected in mirrors, lately he could hear his voice as well and it wasn't rare anymore for him to have real fights with him. That alone was more frightening than anything else and it just increased his confusion. Plus, Allen had realized another important thing: he was weaker to the Fourteenth's assaults when the Innocence was activated. When the holy weapon was separated from his body he was less protected against the dark matter of the Noah.
Terrifying. Now Allen was scared to fight. Every time he activated it was a battle to preserve his soul, his identity, his existence.
Still, it wasn't this which was keeping him awake that night: the fault was of Link's words. The way the Inspector had tried to comfort him… it was all very strange from his part and thought his words didn't contain all the truth, the Inspector had still managed to show him a way. What mattered wasn't who was inside Allen's body, but the aim he had. In other words, if the Fourteenth shared the same aim of the exorcist, to destroy the Earl, then it didn't matter if he was a Noah. For the first time Allen had realized that maybe it was possible for him to cooperate with "his other self" in order to reach their aim.
"It was time for you to realize it…" An annoying voice whispered inside his head.
"Shut up," Allen replied, "I said I can cooperate, but that's not the moment. Till then shut up." He ordered.
"You're so harsh, Allen Walker…Try to be gentler next time if you want my help…" The Fourteenth answered and then fell silent. The teen sighed, answering nothing, and at the end he lied on the bed, finally falling asleep.
Headquarters of the American branch, evening
Kiredori walked slowly across the long corridor which would have taken her to Renee's office. She hadn't intentionally gone that way, she had just found herself walking towards it and as soon as she had realized it, she had understood that yes, she really longed to enter in that office, to seat in front of Renee and ask her all the questions that were floating in her head forbidding her any sleep.
She wanted to hear Renee's confident voice telling her that it was all ok, that she would have been allowed to see Goushi soon. That was the thing she wanted the most: to see Goushi. No-one had been able to see him since the day when he had gone insane and the security had taken him away (Author: it's referring to chapter XIV) and she was worried, more than worried.
Renee had kept on saying that he was fine, that they were curing him, but Kiredori had noticed more than once how uneasy the doctor felt every time she repeated that and how Tevak's face used to become a mask of anguish anytime Goushi's name was brought up. Kiredori could be still young, but she was no stupid: she knew that something was wrong, she felt that Goushi was never to come back and yet she still hoped… She hoped that they were all due to her imagination, the dark signs of ruin she perceived everywhere lately, even in her own mind. But the cruel demon of suspect wouldn't stop whispering in her ear terrible scenarios.
That's why she needed Renee's comforting words, even if they were a lie, she didn't care: she wanted her dream of "normality" to last a bit longer, just a bit longer she wanted to conserve the illusion that they could still live and be happy, even if they weren't humans anymore, that the world could accept monsters as them. She reached the door of the office and was going to knock when the sound of Leverrier's vice kept her from doing so. He was saying:
"So, what do you want to do with them?"
"What do you want me to do, commandant?" Renee's severe voice answered.
"It depends on them. If they're a danger for the Order, destroy them."
"Are you really asking me to kill them?" Renee's voice was surprised, but she didn't seem scandalized by his proposal. Kiredori stiffened as she listened: who were they talking about? The same suspect of before suggested her a horrible hypothesis, but she decided to ignore it. It couldn't be.
"Kill?" Leverrier was ironical now, "Can it be called killing destroying a machine we created?"
"Of course not." Renee replied with calm as if they were talking about the weather and not about the life of living beings, "You said it," she continued, "they're machines we created, they belong to us as the akuma belong to the Millennium Count."
"Well said, doctor Epstein," Leverrier answered with a courteous smile, "we are their constructor and we can destroy them whenever we want."
Kiredori began to shiver and tremble as she heard more of that devilish conversation. If she could have had any doubt before, now it was clear who were those machines they were speaking about. The akuma of the Black Order. That's all they were, nothing more, nothing less, they were also souls constricted inside a monstrous body, obliged to kill following their constructor commands. Really, was there any difference between them and the akuma?
Her little body was shaking always more violently and at the end she decided she couldn't bear anything more as she heard Leverrier concluding:
"So, did you already destroyed that one which had gone crazy?"
"Goushi?" Renee asked in response, "Yes, we disposed of him more or less a month ago. As soon as he lose his mind we realized that he couldn't be cured. We thought about sectioning him. Right now we're still studying his organs to understand what went wrong."
At this point Kiredori felt she was going to vomit and she ran away, praying silently that no-one had seen her eavesdropping.
A few minutes later…
As soon as Kiredori ran inside the room, painting and slamming the door behind her, all the eyes of the members of her "family" were focused on her. Madarao was the first to notice that his sister was unnaturally pale and that a veil of sweat covered her features. Still, he said nothing waiting for her to speak, but from the younger's lips came out a single word:
"Run."
She murmured, her eyes wide in shock, and yet that word couldn't have startled them more if she had shouted.
" Calm down, Kiredori," Tokusa said immediately coming to sustain her for it seemed that she was going to faint. She avoided his gentle touch and advanced in the middle of the room on shaking legs, staring at her brother and Tevak:
"I heard them talk," Kiredori began, her eyes still wide in shock shining unnaturally on her pale face. She looked feverish. "They think that we're dangerous, they said that we'll loose our mind as Goushi did, he said that they must eliminate us!" She shouted at last.
"Calm down immediately," Madarao ordered severe, "Who do you mean by they? And who's he?" he asked thought it was easy to imagine the answer. He wanted to hear it from her lips, but she ignored his words:
"They've already killed Goushi, they have cut him into pieces! When I called Renee for help, I sealed his fate, I killed him!" She paused, as if she was surprised by her own words, "And now they want to dispose of us, TO DISPOSE! As if we're machines that can be dismantled and reassembled as they like, as if we were not… living things." She whispered at last and fell silent. It was only at this point that her knees finally gave up and she would have fallen if Tokusa hadn't caught her. He took her to the nearer chair and worried only about her as if the news didn't concern him, while Tevak just stared at Madarao as she always did anytime there was a decision to be taken. But no answer came from the man and he kept on gazing at the nothing in front of him, lost in his thoughts.
Then he turned his gaze on Kiredori and Tokusa, but still he said nothing. The young girl didn't seem to have recovered at all, no matter how her companion was trying to reassure her, she wouldn't listen. Then her little body stopped trembling all of a sudden, but it was no good, because she started weeping miserably instead:
"They've killed Goushi the same day we trusted him to their care… and during all this time, they said nothing to us, they lied and lied and lied. Now they want to kill us as well. I hate them." She confessed through gritted teeth. In that moment she didn't seem the rebellious always ready to criticize and condemn, but she looked very much like an helpless child. Tokusa, being the warm-hearted man he was, felt the urge to protect her to whatever cost, that fragile creature who was weeping between his arms as if nothing else existed in the world.
Madarao wasn't of the same opinion: "How can you hate and weep at the same time?" He asked harshly, something similar to rage spreading across his features, "If you really think all this it's monstrous, then stop crying and stare at the horror in the eyes, fill your heart of these terrible images, of these feelings, so that the rage can give you the strength to fight back when the times comes." He ordered and there was a strange finality in his words. Kiredori suddenly stopped crying and gazed at him as if he had enlightened her. Tokusa instead put himself between the two brothers protectively, unable to understand what exactly was going on and why was Madarao angry with the girl.
" Have you heard when are they going to act?" Madarao asked with the same severity of before. When Kiredori answered her voice was weak, but also controlled, lucid and professional:
"No, but they said that they're going to act soon, next week if you want my opinion, but it can't be sooner for they need warriors of a certain level to destroy us."
"Fine. We'll use this time to prepare a strategy. We'll definitively fight back." Madarao answered in a loud voice and it's words couldn't be mistaken: it was an order directed to them all. Tokusa arched his eyebrows in suspect, but said noting not to upset Kiredori more than she already was.
"Tevak," Madarao ordered again, "take Kiredori in her room and make her rest." The blond one obeyed without any hesitation leaving Madarao and Tokusa alone in the room. A tensed silence filled the air.
Tokusa had never liked Madarao and yet, for peace's sake, he had always avoided to pick up a fight with him and acted in a friendly way. Still in that moment, when they were alone in the dark room, overcame by a feeling similar to a resigned desperation, Tokusa felt the old antipathy rising up inside him once again. He stiffened and looked at the redhead with resentment and coldness wondering why he was so cruel towards someone who had never done anything wrong to him.
Anyway he would have never expected Madarao to say: "I've a favour to ask you" and yet he did, he said exactly these words and he pronounced them with such a dignity and a honesty that Tokusa felt he wouldn't have been able to refuse, no matter what his companion was to ask him.
"Please, take care of Kiredori." The redhead declared with such a humility Tokusa had thought him unable to feel.
"Take care of Kiredori?" The blond asked in response, "Why should I? Aren't you her brother? Are you tired of taking care of her maybe?" he challenged him with cruel sarcasm.
"Leverrier is going to kill us. You must have understood this at least." Madarao said, his voice infused once again of that arrogance which was his main characteristic, "They won't let us ran away, but I'm not going to give up without fighting and I don't want Kiredori to die here. She's too young, too innocent. Do you understand this? Do you agree with me on this?" He asked. Tokusa nodded ignoring the arrogance in his voice.
Of course he didn't want Kiredori to die. Madarao had said well: she was too young, too innocent; her life had already been twisted enough by the Black Order. There was no need for her to feel more sufferance, Tokusa thought, and yet it seemed there was nothing he could do to spare her this umpteenth strike of fate. The mere thought filled him of sadness. Since the day he had known that rebellious girl, he had liked her: she reminded him of how he had been in the early years of his youth and she was strong, she was determinate. He had never seen her cry before that day. He had loved her strength, her courage, the way she kept on walking down the painful path other people had drew for her. That was why he had always forgiven her for her useless rage, for the innocent cruelty she had showed towards him sometimes, for… for everything.
If Madarao wanted to protect Kiredori, he would have definitively helped him: that was the first thing Tokusa thought after having heard the redhead's words and when his companion asked him: "Will you be my ally?", then Tokusa simply nodded and his gesture was more meaningful than one hundred words.
From Christine Leverrier's diary…
April 12th, 1743
Here I am, my good diary, to fulfil my promise of yesterday to tell you something strange which happened to me the day before yesterday. As I already wrote, I didn't mention it in the letter I sent to my parents because I'm not sure of what I saw and, even if I was, I wouldn't know how to explain it.
The fact is very simple: it was night and I had just finished a drawing I was working at, when I stood up and watched out of the window. It was a beautiful spring night, very clear and warm, and it was very pleasant to gaze at the half moon which shined in the dark sky while the nocturnal breeze was messing up my hair. It would have been a very pleasant moment, indeed, if something creepy hadn't happened.
I looked down at the Manor's garden and I noticed two figures walking together, holding each other's hands. I immediately recognized them as Lord Cheryl and Road, so I relaxed and started to think about how strong their relationship is, when I observed them more carefully and I realized that Road was wearing a very improper white dress, short, without sleeves, something that a lady isn't supposed to wear.
I had been very surprised by this and I was thinking about the possible reasons behind it when both Road and Lord Cheryl turned towards my window and it was then that the upsetting thing happened: her eyes! They were golden, as Tiky's are( while they're usually black) and yet they were different from his: they were cold, cruel, threatening, and they were staring at me!
I was scared, so I hid myself behind the curtain and when I looked out again she and Lord Cheryl were gone.
I was pretty far from her, so I can't be sure of what I saw, but something inside me tells me that I haven't been tricked, that she was really staring at me and that her eyes were really of that strange colour. How could have I seen them otherwise if they weren't shining unnaturally in the night as those of a feline? No, no matter what my rationality says, I'm sure of what I've seen: there was a strange creature in the garden that night and it wasn't Road though it was in her body! I'm sure of it as I'm sure that I'm not dreaming now.
But, even if that's so, what's the meaning behind this? What conclusion should I obtain by it? Road's eyes change colour and they seems cruel when they're golden, so? Should it change something to me? Of course what happened was strange, but what also?
The following day, I must admit that I was a bit scared of meeting her, but when she ran towards me with her usual, warm, smile on her face all my suspects fell. I can't doubt Road, she's my friend, she's my only real friend, how can I doubt her? Still what I think to have seen frightened me so I felt the urge to write it down. Somehow it comforts me, the idea that everything has been written down, and I already feel better, as if the dark shadow that had been hanging over me has passed over.
Writing sure is a great comfort in difficult moments…
Now I leave you my diary, time to go to sleep!
Goodnight…
Christine Leverrier
April 15th, 1743
The last two days have passed in a rather comfortable way, my diary: Road and Lady Lulubell took me visiting the city and making acquaintances with some of the other important families of London. It was pretty fun, and I fear young Lord Strings has fallen for me… but let's forget stupid things, I've to speak about mooore serious ones.
As I said, the last two days have been completely peaceful and I had already started forgetting the strange incident with Road, but today I happened to overhear something which destroyed completely my calm as, probably, my sanity as well.
I had descended for breakfast a little earlier than usual because I had troubles sleeping this night, and guess what? Road obviously was nowhere to be seen, but Lord Cheryl and Lady Lulubell were already sitting in the living room and they were arguing. More exactly, Lady Lulubell had a tune of voice strangely high, something very unusual for her, and that's the main reason because I stopped by and listened to their conversation.
I know, someone like me, a guest, shouldn't be eavesdropping, but I'm a spy after all and I just couldn't suppress my curiosity. What could make someone as the always quite Lulubell shout? And why Lord Cheryl seemed so strangely calm, instead? You must admit that it was a veeery interesting riddle.
I had just started listening when Lord Cheryl said:
"Just calm down, my dear Lulu. You know how the Earl is: when he decides something, that is, there is no way we can persuade him to change his plans." He declared, with the same smile he'd have if he was speaking about the dinner. Still, Lady Lulubell didn't seem to share his calm for she shouted:
" But we have to! He can't want that man to come here! We worked so much to realize the Earl's scenario and now he sends here "him"! He'll ruin everything, everything, I know. It's always like this with him, he's the most unstable, and he doesn't know how to control himself. Cheryl, if that troublemaker comes here it will be our end." She declared fiercely, as the heroine of a romance. I had never seen her so passionate. To tell the truth, I had never seen her passionate at all, but it didn't surprise me as much as to hear her call the one who was supposed to be her father by his first name.
"If you fear him so much," Lord Cheryl began, "just ask Tiky to come back. He's the only one able to contain Amatus' energy and he'll surely understand if you ask him to return." He suggested, but once again Lady Lulubell didn't seem to appreciate his advice:
"I should plead Tiky help? I won't! He's as unstable as Amatus, more or less. If they both come here that it won't be just the end of the Earl's plans, it would be the apocalypse!" She shouted hysterically and at these words Lord Cheryl began to laugh as if she had said something very funny instead of having predicted the world's end. But who is this Amatus? And how is he related to Tiky?
" Oh, my dear, don't exaggerate! Now you're overestimating them. It's true that they are troublesome, but they still are our beloved brothers…" Brothers? How can they be all brothers? I've missed something… I swear: I don't understand anything anymore.
" Speak for yourself." Lulubell replied fiercely as if she was denying her relationship with the three men.
" But that's what the Earl wants!" Her "father" replied and this sentence seemed to silence her, "He's our dear master, Lulu, we can just follow his orders faithfully. If he has decided that Amatus will come here, he will. And we'll greet him as if we'd missed him. Clear?"
" Clear. But I'm doing this just because the Earl ordered me to." She answered with a touchy voice that seemed terribly unlike her.
" Of course. After all, he's the one who will lead us to a new world, the new world that will resurge from the ashes of this corrupted one." Lord Cheryl concluded.
After this I couldn't hear anything anymore because Lady Lulubell advanced towards the door as if she wanted to left and I had no choice but to run away. And I ran, indeed, as fast as I could, towards my room. I didn't want to eat breakfast anymore; I had lost all appetite after what I've heard. And here I still am, locked in my room, writing everything I heard and noticed before the memory becomes less accurate.
I don't know what to think of this. What are they plotting? Is all the family involved? So it seems from what I heard, but who is the Earl? "Our dear master", that's how Lord Cheryl called him, but what's the meaning behind these words? And what did he mean when he said that this mysterious Earl will lead them to a new world, a world that will resurge from the ashes of the actual one?
I'm scared, my diary, I'm really scared. What are they plotting? May it be that they're going to overthrown the actual king of England, King George II? I know that such an idea is absurd, it seems so even to me, but it's the only hypothesis which came to my mind. If that's what they're plotting, I'm in serious danger, my diary, and I have to advise my father, but how? What if they control the letter I send? I can't risk; I've to wait for a more favourable chance.
Meanwhile I'll examine the situation and I'll try to understand something more about this strange family and their plots. Wish me good luck…
Christine Leverrier.
April 17th, 1743
My diary, you'll be thinking that I must have some interesting news to communicate you about the "conspiration matter". Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I don't. More exactly, I do have some interesting news indeed, but they don't concern that argument. I'm going to write about the ball we're organizing.
A ball! I've been waiting it since my arrive so this morning, when Road told me that we're going to have one here at Kamelot Manor, I almost fainted for the excitement. A ball, here, next week! It would be impossible for me not to be involved in the preparations and, infact, the organizing part has been entrusted to Road and me. We're doing a wonderful work.
I'll probably wear that blue dress I've ordered the sixth of this month. Since my parents aren't here, I could make it more like my style and I'll surely be astonishing with those clothes on: the blue colour recall my eyes and the line exalt my thin waist. I can't wait to see it finished, I'll make everyone fall for me, I definitively will!
This takes me to another, more serious, topic: Tiky. I don't know what his role is in the plot which is going on beneath these walls, but he surely is involved and it's clear that he has an interest of some kind in me as well. So, assuming that what I've said 'till here is correct, can you imagine what I've planned? I'll seduce him. Yes, don't be scandalized, my diary, I'm doing this just for the sake of my mission (Author: And you think we can believe you, Christine?)!
I'm going to make him fall for him and to extort from his perfect lips everything he knows about his family's plans an the mysterious Earl. Am I not a genius? This is my opportunity to find out the truth without running to many risks and I don't dislike the idea of being with Tiky, honestly I don't dislike it at all.
Unfortunately he's still away because of his work and I won't have the chance to meet him before the ball, it seems. I must confess that I can't wait to meet him again.
With love
Christine Leverrier
Author's notes: The useless princess of the manor
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Goodnight to you all,
Eris92
Rome, 11.06.10
