.:notes

'Kay, the story should balance out more from here, and I probably won't need as many 'notes' on the tops of my chapters. I was really tempted to put a Pink Floyd reference to this chapter, but I decided not to. Please give me feedback still, and, enjoy!

..:chapter 3: exile

As soon as the decision was made, I was immediately banished, the guards dragging me out, while I was being pelted with food and called many rude names, the ones that were most distinct were "bula" - meaning 'whore', or 'bitch'… and lalé - meaning 'traitor'. I did hear a familiar voice in the crowd, shouting my name. I looked up to see whom it was… sure enough, it was K'wii. She tried to get to me, but the guards shoved her down. She shouted something else, but it was indistinct, from the roaring of the crowd. Oh yes, I was so loved. I just decided to grin in a cheesy manner, to further enrage the crowd, since they couldn't do anything to me at this point. At least I killed her and lived to tell the story - hah!

They threw me out, quite literally, into the darkness of the night, bolting the doors of the walls behind me. I slowly got up onto my knees and dusted myself off, shouting many rude words directed towards the wall. I finally stood up and started walking off. What was I going to do now? I was sure no one else spoke Mizzulian outside of my home…

My magic skills were also pathetic for my age, so I was incapable of teleporting to the nearest civilization. Normally, in my clan, we were supposed to start learning magic at the age of 12, and if we wanted to know more, join the militia (which I had done only weeks before), but I was far too interested in creating things to even bother with the studying. I was extremely intelligent, yet I did poorly in school I said they were pathetic, not that we didn't have them, mind you.., as I could care less. I had found books on a being called, "Robotnik".. and he was my false God at this point, I wanted to be like him… well, aside from the obesity. Dr. Ivo Robotnik, grandson of Dr. Gerald Robotnik. Or at least, if I remembered correctly, from reading that. Maybe now I'd finally get the chance to meet him, and to…dare I say it? Work with him!

First, I'd need to learn English…but how? This was all so sudden and unexpected… and there were most likely no others, as said before, that spoke Mizzulian, outside of Mizzula. It, after all, was just a 'fairy tale', to the outside world… would I just have to teach myself? Apparently… the first stop was, to the closest city. I took off running to where I sensed there was much life coming from, hoping it would be a city.

What I didn't know then was that society was far different in the 'outside' world, than it was at home.

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