Historia
She crossed the street as people around her began to appear. She needs to move faster before this path is blocked by people and slow her down. The sun has already shined from the top of the mountains and soon, the fog above the city will disappear.
She raced Glorious as fast as she could towards the Mitras' gates, while her eyes secured that no one was staring at her directly. Her safety is in jeopardy right now; if she doesn't have guards, she'll be in big trouble and put the Captain and the others in question.
Well, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't all because of that faithful mistake. The dawn where it all began. The time when her vision was like a fading dream. A memory, that time by time, it became clearer to her in the morning.
A series of events from several blinks of an eye, even if it was dark that time. The first blink, she was in her quarters, dressed in her nightdress and she's lying on her bed, ready to fall asleep. There was darkness when a sudden feeling of warmth embraced her body.
She blinked and it was followed by the sight of stairs, then she remembered falling down the steps and hurting her forehead. The pain had occurred on her senses and when she blinked again, the Captain's lying body comes to her sight, and the next scene was hearing him calling Petra's name.
That time, it was like a knife tearing her heart apart when she heard him mutter that woman's name.
Why does the Captain have to grieve without anyone seating by his side, patting his back, saying that everything was not his fault? Why does he have to be like her mirror? Why does she always see herself in him? Why does she have to feel sad for him after he claims that he fathered Petra's child?
Why does she have to relate to his pain?
Why does it bug her so much?!
In another blink of an eye, there was a strange air that embraced her body, she felt extremely awful when an arm wrapped around his waist, a weird feeling of a lip brushing her neck, that seems so good that it ended her self-doubt when he touched her thighs.
A faded ring of lust and sweet tea when she felt a tongue enter her mouth. Hearing a man's grunt while he grabs her hip and pulls her closer. She felt suddenly connected to someone while feeling intense pain.
A pain that she never felt before.
A pain of sweetness and tender press from soft lips, a pain that was bringing her to another world and a place that no one can ever harm her or even hear her freights. That pain made her feel that she was not alone in this cruel world.
A pain that was not that long and was replaced with lust and fire. It felt so good that she felt special and adored.
It felt like it ended her.
But not until now that she's awake, she feels the pang of reality and never feels so stupid... That was not a fantasy, but it was a horrible nightmare with the man she never wants to mess with.
She messed with the Captain again. That was so indecent and shameful! Worst than the things that she had done days before.
That's why she ran away. She can't bear to face everyone in the orphanage in that condition. She doesn't want to see Captain Levi.
The man who took her virginity. The man who tore her from the inside.
As she clings to Glorious' back, she tried to get rid of the unforgivable memory she did last night. She was unsure about the details, but she cannot say that she didn't have anything to do with it.
Her body just acted up on its own, and she wants to avoid the Captain's phenomenal rage and awful opinions. Her nerves went flying when she realized that she fucked the Captain. So before anyone finds out about that scandalous episode, she chose to run away.
Anyway, today was her written examination, the reason why she has to spend her time studying in the orphanage with those books days ago was because of this day.
She could use it as an excuse.
As she wipes a tear on her eyes, things from the road worse when someone ran in the middle of the street and Historia was too late to stop the mare because the person was already in front of them.
Historia yanked Glorious to a halt, terrified that she would collide with the person's body and injure him.
"Whoa!!!!" Historia quickly pulled the reins to bring the white mare to a halt, and beneath them was the person in distress, who was also yelling in fear.
Historia's eyes widened as Glorious squealed loudly and panicked stood up, knocking Historia to the ground. Her fingers slipped from the ropes as she slid down the mare's back and to the ground.
As she fell to the ground, her face made contact with the sandy earth, causing her hood to fall back over her head. When small rocks collided with her skull, she felt a tinge of pain. She yelped, but that was all she could think about for the time being because she couldn't be exposed to the citizens around her.
When she looked up from where she was lying on the ground, all she could see were Glorious' skinny four legs and the person in front of them.
It's a lady.
Historia became aware as a few people stared at them; she noticed her hood was pulled back as she shifted her body into a sitting position. Fortunately, her horse remained while she quickly drew her hood back over her head and stood up.
Before these few people could recognize her, she needed to conceal her identity. She was now standing on her own, while the white horse remained motionless in its place. She calmed herself as she reached for the hobble and drew herself back to the saddle. She didn't have time to waste because she was only a few steps away from the Mitras' gates.
To calm Glorious, she stroked her manes and gently tapped her hands behind the horse's neck.
She was grateful. The horse was calm, but the woman in front of them was still crouched on the ground, terrified. Historia cast a glance at the woman in front of them.
"Please move aside," she asked the stranger, hesitantly.
The woman turned her head to look at Historia. Historia's brow furrowed when she saw her face. She appeared to be familiar. She had straight black hair and resembled. . . .
Someone. . . but she's not sure who it is.
Historia's world came to a halt as she locked her gaze on the woman's face. She gulped down a lump.
"s-sorry," the woman said, her voice trembling. Historia took a deep breath as she recognized the woman.
Where had she met her before? She appears to be familiar. Someone yelled just as Historia was about to speak.
"Hey, you!!!
"Historia almost jumped when she turned around and saw a group of four to five MPs running in her direction."
Her heart was racing, and she wanted to flee the guards, but she froze when she heard the woman in front of her yelp. When she turned to face the woman, she was already standing, her face puzzled at the sight of the MPs. Historia was perplexed at first, but when the woman dashed towards the houses on the side of the streets, she realized that the MP's were after her.
"It was her! Quickly!" yelled one of the MPs.
They had just run through Historia without even noticing her.
Historia hid her half-open mouth behind her mask. Why were they looking for her?
But, before she worries about that woman, she needs to get to the headquarters before the sun rises. As the residents began to fill the road, Historia slowly strides Glorious towards the gates.
When she arrived at the gates, she noticed two MPs standing in front of them. She paused.
"Pull open the gate." Please," she said calmly as people passed behind her. She had to be cautious not to be recognized by those outside the gates.
The two male MPs turned to face her, their gaze ranging from the ground to her face. Both MPs just stood there for a split second, and Historia knew they didn't recognize her right away.
"What is your name?"
"Inquired the other MP with brown hair, but then a familiar woman approached them, her eyes wide with curiosity. The MPs were curious about whom she was, but she can't say her name very well.
"Hey! The shift has ended. It's my turn," the woman with a fierce aura said as she approached them. And Historia was pretty sure she knew who she was talking about.
"Hitch," said the other MP.
"Breakfast was a shambles. I hope you have fun chewing the saggy sausage. "Come out here," the woman told her comrades.
"Could you please open the gate? It's getting late in the morning, you know," Historia said again in hushed tones that only the three MPs could hear.
Hitch finally looked at her as she drew closer to the gate rails to get a better look at the stranger.
"Who is this?" Does the Horse look familiar?" she inquired of the two MPs.
Historia wants to scoff because they were wasting her time. As if they didn't care about the rider.
"It's me," Historia said louder this time, widening her eyes beneath her hood.
When Hitched got a better look at her, Historia quickly removed her mask and revealed her face to the MPs. She then covered her face once more.
"Glorious is the name of the horse, the Queen's Royal Horse. "Open the gates," she said loudly this time.
Hitch's eyes widened and she took a step back for a moment. The two MPs also narrowed their eyes to get a better look at her, until they were hit in the head by small female hands.
"Idiot! Allow access through the gate. The Queen has arrived!" Hitch snarled at the two MPs in hushed tones.
When the MPs heard it, they looked at her and dashed to the gates. When the guards rushed to their feet, Historia didn't bother to look around. When the door was opened, Historia immediately removed her hood, revealing her blonde hair, and removed her mask, revealing her face in front of the three MPs.
"Thank you, Hitch," she said, smiling at their puzzled expressions.
Then Historia walked straight to the stables, ignoring the soldiers who had stopped in their tracks to stare at her. They, of course, recognize her, particularly her infamous wild horse, Glorious.
With a few people staring, she managed to mount glorious at the stables without much ado. She then proceeded to the building's stairwell. Small corridors with blue carpet on the floor and grayish-white walls with carved corners. Paintings were hung on the walls, and Historia felt as if the environment had altered her mood. In comparison to the orphanage, she felt like the Queen here.
They had anticipated her arrival, but not this early. They were supposed to meet her with her grand royal carriage and Frigoz, who would accompany her down the street. But it will never be according to that plan because she came before they would prepare.
Then she saw Farrah walking in her direction then their eyes met. The maid's eyes were filled with shock and horror when she saw her in this black hooded cape.
"It's me, Farah!" Historia touched the mid's arm.
The maid was taken aback and examined her from head to toe. "Queen Historia! We were expecting you, but not this soon."
"Yes," she said as she began walking down the hall, and the maid followed her. "Please call Mr. Frigoz to reschedule everything earlier; I need an hour in my quarters before I meet him at the library," she said without looking at the maid who was humbly holding her hands.
"Your Majesty, I will."
The maid then made a U-turn and headed back in the opposite direction, assuming she knew where Frigoz was.
Historia was well aware that her arrival would be scrutinized by the authorities. But it was too late for her to change things; her presence had already been recognized.
She arrived at her quarters a few moments later.
The elegant ambiance of her quarters in comparison to her orphanage quarters, the sun's rays passed through the windowpane, providing a soft filter to the environment. Everything around here is shining, with a color of silver, gold, and white, bright fabrics from her bed.
All is white in her eyes as the brightness of the sun outside gives light to her grand bedroom.
Finally, she was successful in her escape from the orphanage. She may be able to flee now, but she knows she won't be able to do so indefinitely.
Perhaps later or someday.
She'll have to face Captain Levi and answer his questions one of these days.
Worse, she'd have to deal with his rage all over again.
And without a doubt, He's on his way to find her.
