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Octavius

Latin for 'eighth'

I don't know what's worse. A stranger knowing who you were, or your father lecturing you for 30 minutes straight. Let's say that both would be worse, but I'm taken by that.. stranger's remarks. How did he know who I was? I feel a headache coming on.

'Hey Lou, you awake?'

I feel a hand softly rubbing my back. I looked up to see the face of Aristelle. Her indigo hair shined in the moonlight, purple eyes like amethysts, deep with. No wonder boys in the village chased after her. She was pretty

'Mfff, well.. now I am. What chu need?'

She sits next to me, facing her back to my bedframe. This is too awkward.

'You know, I was following you when you went off.'

'Come again?'

She sighed. ' I sound like a real stalker here, but I was following you. I need to ask you something about that.'

I sat up, facing Aristelle. She moves uncomfortably, looking at the window behind me.

'Get it over with, petal. What is it?' I said

'I.. I heard a boy talking to you. Is he your.. Don't tell me..'

'Stelle, seriously?'

'I'm sorry, okay? It's just that as a sorceress, I have to be highly alert for myself and my friends. Especially you, Lunia. After the attack that happened to the kingdom... the king and queen. We are in dictatorship, even if the 'king' has a queen. She doesn't do anything. Did you even know what they're doing now? Stealing taxes from the townspeople and using it for themselves.'

I was shocked at this point. I have never seen her so concerned. Carefree and happy, that was Aristelle. She was also a pretty kick-ass sorceress, being the eighth child of her family. Aristelle was special, and she knew it. Her family couldn't compare to what she could do. I don't know how we both became friends, but she has expressed her interest towards me many times.

'What does that have to do with me?'

And there goes her lecture face. How many people are going to do that before I actually listen?

'Lunia, that boy to me sounds like bad news. How long have you been talking to him? Wait no, when DID you start talking to him?'

Smoothing my shirt, I had to think hard about this one. Feeling like I was about faint of exhaustion, I layed back down.

'It started when I was young. First I felt like I was being watched, then he started to speak. It was small, then it gradually grew into long conversations that were.. really strange. I...w.'

I succumb to sleep. Hearing a soft giggle, warm covers were over me. Something soft touched my head, like a pillow or a soft toy.

'Good night, Lou. See you tomorrow.'

The door closed with a click.

The sound of singing birds filled the room. Waking up to a beautiful morning, I stood up and stretched. Aristelle was waiting for me downstairs.

'Your father had to attend some meetings, so I slept over. Those sleeping clothes through... those are cute.'

I faced away from her. She was seeing me in my bedclothes, which isn't modest of me. I want to die in a hole right now. This is embarrassing.

She smiled 'No need to be embarrassed! I do that all the time.'

We both have porkchops and apples for breakfast. I slap on some clothes and go outside. No townspeople were out. It was dead. There is an uneasy feeling in the air, just like at the lake. I shake it off and walk to the library. Merlin was just about to close the door. He had looked as if he had saw Herobrine, like father always says when he sees something frightening.

'Dear Lunia! What are you doing outside?! Aristelle! you too?! There was another attack in a village nearby here. The kingdom was attacked too, but it's not as bad as the village. Get inside before someone sees!'

We ran inside faster then our legs could take us. Aristelle was trembling and asking questions. Merlin was hushing her to keep quiet. Feelings of confusion and fear swirled inside me. I felt Aristelle's hand gripping mine tightly. It almost hurts

I crashed landed in the archive room. It smelt damp with a hint of wood polish. Cluttered shelves of books and papers were stuffed with books. There were only two torches of the room.

'Ouch..' I whined

'I know, right?' Aristelle says 'Wait, where's Merlin?'

'And where's father? Isn't he back from his meeting from now?'

Hearing footsteps, we both felt relieved. I was worried about my father. Why wasn't he home? How long has he been gone? I ran up to Merlin, expecting him to say that everything was alright, that he was here, that it was safe to leave.

Instead, I was greeted by a familiar voice.

'Did you like the destruction caused? This is what happens when sly people like your friend get involved. I should've killed you earlier when mother and father found out about my powers. I failed to eliminate you..'

'In other words, The King is dead'