The Princess and the Thief
The day was coming to an end over the Famous Konowan Buyer’s Market. During the two days out of the week when it is open, the place is a bustling metropolitan of commerce.
While the area is a fine place to find products that you would need, because it is an unregulated area, allowing anyone to sell with or without a business license, the types of goods may not be completely obtained legally. One would just need to purchase a plot, and whatever they use it for is between them and the customer.
The city of Konowa, in the Country of Joi, had lost a great deal of its population after the end of the ‘Age of Immortality’, during a botched ritual to Summon their supposed Guardian Deity. The City soon was taken over by Violently Wealthy Businessmen who profited off the decimated populations’ remaining loot.
The Province of Kow, where Konowa is situated, was later split in half following the Outsider Invasion. The Outsiders subjugated the Eastern Population resulting in all relics and items of Power being destroyed. The Western Population continued to fight, losing their numbers until intervention from the Demigods eliminated the outsiders. Now the City is in a constant state of Fighting between wealthy businessmen, leaving the poor to act as Soldiers for hire, or thieves.
Reqshal, a young man with the appearance of someone in their early 20s, relaxed on his platform converting the money he scammed from customers into usable currency. A group of 3 guys kicked the base of his platform trying to get his attention.
Reqshal didn’t look over at them. He was too busy counting. “Sorry, I’m closed for today, pal. Try and catch me next week if you want to buy some herbs.” Reqshal said to the three.
Sarrel, a much stronger looking man, reached into the bag he was holding and dumped the contents onto Reqshal’s stomach. Reqshal looked at the plants, which had come from the bag, realizing that these guys were customers who had already tested his product and were coming back to give their review. Sarrel grabbed Reqshal by the shirt and lifted him up.
“You think this is a game huh? Were you trying to kill my Nana by selling me Bull Shit!?” Sarrel angrily asked Reqshal.
Reqshal began to laugh nervously. “No way! Why would I do that!? I don’t even know your Nana. you see, what you threw on me was my Umaganess Herbs, what you were looking for was my Yutoi Herb, right? That’ll be like 190 Dollas.” Reqshal responded to Sarrel, testing to see if he could earn a little more from these guys.
Sarrel pressed Reqshal against the wall.
“I ain’t looking to buy crap from you!” Sarrel said to the pinned Reqshal. Saarrel gestured for the two other guys. “Take all of his shit.” Sarrel commanded them.
The two other guys started emptying out Reqshal’s belonging. All they were finding was just garbage and worthless items.
“Oh come on guys, you don’t need to do that. This was all a big misunderstanding.” Reqshal said, while still being pressed up against the wall. He obviously was not taking any of what was happening seriously.
“Nothing of his has any value! All he has is a bunch of crap!” Dou, one of the guys who came with Sarrel said.
“Hey! All my stuff is premium grade. You would know if you were medically trained like I am.” Reqshal responded.
Dou started checking Reqshal’s pockets.
Reqshal immediately kicked one of the poles holding his plot up causing it to begin to collapse. Reqshal attached a trigger to the pole where it would release a bolt of electricity along the ground, shocking anyone standing in his plot.
Sarrel, Dou and the other guy fell down unconscious as Reqshal released himself from Sarrel’s grip.He then went through the pockets of the 3 guys. He emptied them out completely and walked away from the scene as if nothing happened.
After some distance had been traveled Reqshal started checking what he stole.
“Wow, those guys were loaded. I should have followed them to their home when I had the chance.” Reqshal thought to himself.
There was one item within the loot that stood out among the others.
“On Earth is this thing?” Reqshal said quietly while holding a glowing shard. He tossed it into the air and caught it, imagining the amount it would sell for. He whistled as he exited the Buyer’’s Market.
Near the exit, the serpent beast he called for came down to pick him up.
“Destination?” The driver of the serpent asked Reqshal.
Reqshal selected his destination on the map that was offered to him by the Driver. He selected to go to the middle of the forest.
“30 Dollas.” The Driver said to Reqshal.
Reqshal scans the Beast’s Code and 30 Dollas was transferred. Reqshal hopped on the serpent and it took off into the air towards his destination.
Later, in the Aku Daral Manor with Sarrel, Dou and their partner.
A woman dressed in white sat on a high throne in front of Sarrel and his partners. She had a man next to her tied from head to toe in whip-like ropes. The 3 men were bowing their heads and apologizing, begging for forgiveness.
“So you’re telling me, that not only did you not get the correct medicine for my dear Ol Gran Gran, but you also lost the Shard of Serenity?” Court Queen Oblivia asked Sarrel as she chewed on a crystal.
“We are sorry, it was a thin guy at the stalls today. We thought he would do quick work, but he hit-” Sarrel began to explain what happened with Reqshal before Oblivia interrupted him.
“Shut up!” She yelled as she stopped chewing.
Sarrel went silent immediately.
The Court Queen stood up. She gestured her hand.
The guy covered in whips released one of the ropes and sliced one of the 3 men in half. They then bled out on the floor. Immediately dying.
The bound man then stood back to where he was.
“Do you understand how many strings I had to pull to get that shard? Do you know how much POWER you just lost me!?” Court Queen Oblivia asked Sarrel, feeling a bit annoyed.
The room went completely silent. Sarrel was nervous.
“Answer me when I am talking to you, you idiot!” The Court Queen commanded Sarrel more loudly and aggressively.
“I don’t know! Please! I don’t want to die! We will get everything back, I swear!” Sarrel began to plead for his life.
The Court Queen then went back to her seat. She returned to being calm and menacing.
“Oh yeah? Don’t worry. If you don’t get it back, then death would be the least of your problems.” The Court Queen responded.
She snapped her fingers and two men walked out of the room off to the side. Both of them were wearing official medical suits.
“Doctor Rimu and Doctor Stel, adjust these two.” The Court Queen commanded as the two medical men grabbed Dou and Sarrel. They were then brought into the back room.
Court Queen Oblivia then began to chew on her shard again. She stood up and walked towards the back room. She felt disgusted at the bloody mess on his floor.
“Won’t you be a dear and clean up that mess for me.” The Court Queen said to the Bound Man.
The Bound man crawls towards the bloody mess. He used the whips to support his movement like a spider. He then began to consume the remains of the guy that was split earlier. The Court Queen continued her way to the back room, shutting the door behind her.
Reqshal had made it to his shack in the Konowa forest.
His home was nothing more than a beaten up shack which was in total disrepair. He has photos of a young kid, most likely himself. Many of the images showed him and his mom, he looked to be a teenager in those. And the images that had all three of them looked like he was a small child.
Reqshal had his bag of items all around the floor. He laid down completely lazily. As he rested he heard snapping twigs outside. Reqshal jumped to attention and went for a peak outside. He didn’t see anyone approaching his home.
“An animal I guess?” Reqshal thought to himself as he looked out his window.
He then hears his door open. But he didn’t see anyone coming in.
He pulls a knife out of his back pocket. He walks slowly around his home looking to see if someone came in.
Reqshal searches in the bathroom and grabs his gun that he had under the toilet seat. And places his knife back into his back pocket.
“Hey! Whoever you are. You can leave right now, and I won’t have to shoot you.” Reqshal said while searching for the intruder.
Reqshal taps his gun on the wall.
“You hear that? That’s a grade A weapon in my hand, and if you’re not trying to end up with a giant hole in your chest, you should leave me alone.” Reqshal called out.
Reqshal heard stumbling in his main bedroom. “Ah crap! How’d you get by me?” Reqshal thought to himself running towards his room.
He ran into the room and saw that his disorganized stuff was more disorganized than usual. Reqshal looked around and still didn’t see anyone.
He felt his body being touched. He punched whatever was touching him and backed away, and immediately shot in its direction.
“Ghost!” Reqshal yelled out.
The shots missed their mark but he saw a young lady laying on the ground. She looked to be royally dressed. He slowly walked towards her with his gun still ready to be fired. He taps the body with his foot, trying to keep some distance.
“Hey, Ghost Girl…” Reqshal said, tapping her again with his foot.
After a few more taps she gets up quickly and begins to attack Reqshal.
Reqshal tries to dodge her but she was much better at fighting than he was. She had complete control of the fight and was knocking him around his own house.
“Hey! Hold up! What are you doing?” Reqshal asked, trying to get her to stop.
He was tossed against the wall again. And the girl began to punch his face repeatedly. He then claps his hand and arrows are shot out from his walls. The arrows impacted the other side of the room missing both himself and the girl. He tossed his gun and knife at the girl.
She catches both of them, and points the gun at Reqshal.
Reqshal then claps his hands again and the lines that were attached to the arrows sent bolts of electricity out to everything in the room that was metal, including the gun in the girl’s hand. She was shocked and fell unconscious.
Reqshal finally calmed down and caught his breath. He pulled one of the lines down and tied her up.
The next morning.
The girl wakes up tied to a chair as she sees that she is completely bound. She saw Reqshal making himself some breakfast.
Reqshal notices her and walks over with what looked like a piece of toast in his mouth.
“I was getting worried that I might have killed you with electricity last night. Glad to see you’re awake.” Reqshal said, talking with his mouth full.
Amora, the girl that was tied to the chair, tested out how tight the bonds were on her.
“No use trying to get out, I tied you up pretty good.” Reqshal said to her.
Reqshal was happy with his handy work and continued to eat in peace. Amora then taps on her leg with her other foot and burns the ropes off of her body. She got up and immediately started heading towards Reqshal. Reqshal began to panic and backed up into his kitchen.
“Hey! Hey! I didn’t do anything!” Reqshal called out with his hands up.
Amora reached for her bag and saw that she no longer had it. She was surprised.
“Your thievery knows no bounds does it? Where is my handbag?” Amora asked, glaring at Reqshal.
“Hey! You came into my house last night and tried to steal my stuff. I think you are the thief in this scenario.” Reqshal responded.
“You stole my Shard of Serenity yesterday! How dare you accuse me of such a lowly crime!” Amora said, accusing Reqshal.
Amora began to search through his stuff.
“Ah… you know I am still here. You can’t just start looking through my stuff like that.” Reqshal said, wondering why Amora seemed uninterested in him.
“I have determined that you are not a threat to me. And you’re obviously too dumb to know what I’m talking about. So I am going to look for it myself.” Amora responded, still looking through his stuff.
Reqshal then turned around towards his kitchen.
“Well fine. Do you want some toast while you look?” Reqshal asked.
She didn’t respond to him. He then made some more toast and tried to hand it to her.
“I might have taken it. I don’t know. I take a lot of things. Describe it to me.” Reqshal said to Amora.
Amora takes the toast and then tosses it on the ground. “Tell me where my bag is, and I’ll find it myself.” Amora responded, she then walked to the other side of the room.
Reqshal looked at the toast that was now on the ground. He picked it up and brushed off the dust and ate it himself. As he began to eat again they both heard a loud thud outside.
Reqshal ran to his window and looked out. He saw Sarrel outside. Sarrel had grown considerably in size, and looked slightly demented. Sarrel pulled out a machine that trached the Energy Signal of the Shard of Serenity.
Sarrel then broke into the house through the wall, knocking dust and wall pieces at Reqshal and Amora.
“Come on dude! You didn’t need to do all of that!” Reqshal said to Sarrel.
Sarrel grabbed Reqshal’s face extremely quickly, he held him like a ragdoll.
Amora ignored what was going on and continued her search for her bag.
“I know you still have it! Give me back everything you stole from me! And I’ll make your death painless.” Sarrel commanded Reqshal.
“I don’t know what you are even talking about…” Reqshal said, struggling to get out of Sarrel’s grip.
“Wow, you stole from him too. Your thievery truly doesn’t know any bounds.” Amora said.
Sarrel then started shaking Raqshal’s body and the things on his person began to fall out.
Amora’s bag, the Shard of Serenity, a baby photo of him with his parents, among other things.
Sarrel saw the Shard of Serenity and went to reach for it.
“There we are.” Sarrel said, still holding Reqshal’s face to the wall. Amora rushed to the Shard and blocked Sarrel’s hand. She grabbed the Shard herself.
“What do you think you are doing? This is mine!” Amora said, scolding Sarrel.
Sarrel threw Reqshal to the side and turned his attention to Amora.
“Give it to me, or you will get hurt!” Sarrel said to Amora.
“Were you the one that initially stole it from me then?” Amora questioned Sarrel.
“Give it to me!” Sarrel responded, reaching for the Shard. Amora kicked his hand away, then kicked the back of his head, sending Sarrel stumbling into Reqshal’s bed.
Amora then tried to run out of the house through the hole that Sarrel made. Reqshal grabbed her leg, preventing her from leaving.
“You aren’t going to leave, look at what you did to my house!” Reqshal said to Amora, as he held her leg tightly.
Sarrel got up quickly and ran towards Amora.
Amora kicked Reqshal in the face, knocking him out, but Reqshal handcuffed his hand to her leg.
Amora fell forward trying to run. She then looked at the binds. “Really?!” She thought to herself, seeing that now she was handcuffed to an unconscious man.
She grabbed Reqshal and threw him on her shoulder. She then jumped out of the hole to attempt an escape from Sarrel.
Sarrel chased the pair, Amora’s speed was hindered greatly by the weight of Reqshal on her back.
Reqshal woke up, just in time to see his house completely collapse in the distance.
“Aww damn! Really! That’s going to take like a month to build back up again!” Reqshal complained, as he was still being carried on Amora’s back.
“Why did you bound yourself to me? Where’d you even get those cuffs from?” Amora asked. Reqshal still rode on Amora’s back.
“Whatever that thing you both are trying to get seems pretty valuable, so you know, I figured that maybe you could throw me a little bit of cash.” Reqshal responded to Amora.
“Why would I give a thief money?!” Amora was shocked that Reqshal even thought that was an option.
“To free yourself from me, obviously.” Reqshal responded as if it was obvious.
Sarrel began to gain on them as she began to tire out.
“Release the bonds so that I can take care of this guy!” Amora commanded Reqshal.
“Will you pay me?” Reqshal asked.
“No!” Amora quickly responded.
Sarrel caught up to the pair. “I got you now!” Sarrel said, reaching to grab Amora.
“Yes! Hurry up!” Amora shouted at Reqshal.
“Release” Reqshal said, clapping his hands together. The cuffs released. Amora and Reqshal split apart causing Sarrel to go completely through the space between them. He stumbled on the ground. Amora and Reqshal laid on the ground. Amora was completely exhausted.
“Dang, I won’t even get to spend it if I’m not alive.” Reqshal said to himself.
Amora then turned invisible.
“Dammit! Really?! I thought we had a deal!” Reqshal shouted.
Sarrel looked around trying to see Amora, but he was unable to. Sarrel then grabbed Reqshal by the throat.
“You must be her friend right? So she’s going to have to come back to save you.” Sarrel said to Reqshal.
Reqshal tried to breathe as he was being choked. “I think you are overestimating our relationship.” Reqshal responded.
Sarrel choked Reqshal even harder.
Reqshal began to pass out. “Damn, I’m going out like a nerd.” Reqshal thought to himself.
Two rods were then shoved into Sarrel’s neck, and a bolt of electricity flowed between them. The shock made Sarrel’s hand spasm causing Reqshal to be released. Sarrel then collapsed and fell to the ground face first.
Reqshal crawled away from Sarrel, and he looked around to what saved him.
Amora revealed herself.
“Ah, so you didn’t ditch me.” Reqshal said, genuinely feeling surprised.
“I made an agreement with you. Why would I leave without fulfilling it?” Amora responded.
Reqshal rubbed his neck. “I mean… it’s not like I do that or anything.” Reqshal said nervously.
Amora grabbed Reqshal’s hand to pull him along. She started running.
“Come on! He is not going to stay down for long.” Amora commanded Reqshal.
The pair ran until they could spot a Manor in the distance.
Reqshal walked behind Amora quite a ways behind her. He was not able to keep up with her speed.
“Why are you taking me so far? You can just hand me like 10 Thousand Dollas and I’ll be out of your hair. You got what you want right?” Reqshal asked Amora.
Amora continued to walk ignoring what he asked her. Reqshal continued to wait for a response that never came.
“You know, it would be a lot cooler if we had an actual conversation. Or if you’re not into that, then a quick transfer would do.” Reqshal said to Amora as she continued to walk in silence.
“Come on, someone like you got to have at least that much. Honestly, I think I’m low balling it.” Reqshal continued to speak.
“Is all you think about is money?” Amora responded.
“Money is what makes the world go round. I didn’t make the rules, I just live by it.” Reqshal answered.
“I don’t keep money on me. So we are going to have to go to my estate to get it.” Amora said to Reqshal.
“You don’t keep money on you, but you keep things of even more value?” Reqshal asked.
“There’s a difference between these items and money. This stuff is actually useful.” Amora quickly responded.
“Money is pretty useful too. I bet a girl like you would be able to get a lot easily in one night.” Reqshal said, looking up and down Amora.
Amora turned around furious at Reqshal’s comment.
“Are you undressing me with your eyes?!” Amora yelled at him.
“I’m not hurting anyone, besides, it’s idiotic to go out into town with no money. Especially a girl like you.” Reqshal responded to her.
Amora began to quickly speak as she gestured her hand up, and on her chest a bright light appeared. Then she gestured her hand down and Reqshal began to sink into the ground.
Reqshal began to panic.
“Okay! I give! I’ll stop being a turd to you princess or whatever you are!” Reqshal pleaded.
Reqshal then stopped sinking and climbed out of the ground. Amora seemed a bit tired after that, but she still stood proud and strong.
“Pretty sure I can handle myself a lot better out there than you could. I don’t need your street advice.” Amora said to Reqshal.
They both continued to walk in silence until the manor was directly in front of them. They stood in front of the gate.
“So, how’d you do that?” Reqshal asked Amora.
Amora touches the shield around the gate, and scans her biometrics.
“Someone of your disposition won’t be able to do it. You are far too corrupt to be able to perform any of these techniques.” Amora responded to Reqshal.
The shield then opened up. Amora and Reqshal walked into the courtyard. The Manor is one of the few places that have truly kept up with the former aesthetic of the city of Konowa. It’s plants were a luscious green colour, and had flowing water around the court. The building looked to have over a hundred rooms and was white with a red roof.
“Well damn, look at this place. I bet this cost a fortune.” Reqshal said, looking at the premise.
“You stand in the courtyard. I’ll be back.” Amora commanded Reqshal.
Amora walked into the building leaving Reqshal outside. Reqshal walked around the outside. He saw a gardener tending to the shrubs.
“Hey my guy, what’s happening? Doing some plant cutting I see.” Reqshal attempted to open a conversation.
“Yes, quite.” The gardener responded.
The gardener continued to cut the shrubs. Reqshal watched him and stared at his outfit.
“So, I’m guessing you’re some kind of servant or something right? You got captured huh?” Reqshal asked the gardener.
“No, this is a job.” The gardener responded. The gardener then looked down at Reqshal. “I’m guessing that is something you don’t know much about.”
“A job? Man, you have no clue how many jobs I have. A job isn’t anything. The amount of money I make is insane.” Reqshal responded gloating, but giving off the impression that he has no idea what a job is.
The gardener ignored Reqshal.
“So… let me hypothetically ask. If I were to get a job here, how much would I be making?” Reqshal asked the gardener.
“That entirely depends on what you are good at. It could be anywhere between 30 thousand to 800 thousand a day.” The gardener responded.
Reqshal felt a bit uneasy in the legs. He began to stumble. “800 Thousand! A day?!” Reqshal could not believe that number.
Reqshal sat down to keep from collapsing.
“You don’t need to worry about that. I doubt you have any abilities that are worth that much.” The gardener said to Reqshal.
“Why you gotta be so rude, man! All you do is cut plants. I bet I could do that too!” Reqshal said, trying to grab the cutting tool. The gardener flipped Reqshal and pinned him to the ground.
“Like I said, you don’t have any ability worth that much.” The gardener reiterated to Reqshal.
Amora and her Father walked outside and saw that Reqshal was pinned to the ground.
Dionysal, the Father of Amora, walked over to the two men.
“You may get up from him, Fengsal.” Dionysal said to the gardener.
Fengsal got up immediately and continued his gardening work. Dionysal looked at Reqshal closely.
“So you are the scoundrel that’s attempting to extort my daughter, right?” Dionysal asked Reqshal.
“Don’t say it like that. It was more of a deal than extortion, Promise.” Reqshal responded.
“He quite literally bound me to him, and wouldn’t release the constraints until I agreed to pay him.” Amora said to her father.
They both looked down at Reqshal.
“Do you deny that?” Dionysal asked.
“I mean, yeah you can describe it like that. But did she tell you that she broke into my house last night. Practically broke everything.” Reqshal responded.
Dionysal then looked at Amora.
“That’s true, only because you stole my Shard!” Amora quickly said back to Reqshal.
“I didn’t steal anything from you except your bag, and that was more for my own protection. Since it was obvious that you were going to use them to hit me.” Reqshal got up and pointed at Amora.
“You liar! How’d you get my Shard then?!” Amora asked Reqshal.
“I stole it from the guy that was chasing us.” Reqshal responded.
“Did you know what you were stealing?” Amora suspiciously asked Reqshal.
“I ain’t got a clue, Princess.” Reqshal responded.
Amora took a deep breath in and exhaled it with great frustration.
“FIne then. Father, I’m going to transfer 10 Thousand Dollas into this man’s account.” Amora said to Dionysal.
“Go ahead.” He responded.
“Well before you do that, can I suggest another proposition my good sirs and madam. How about I just work here for like a day or two, for at about 800 Thousand Dollas a day rate.” Reqshal attempted to take an opportunity to make more money.
“No way! You are one step away from being literal trash! Just take the money and go!” Amora yelled at Reqshal.
Amora reached out her hand for Reqshal to hand her his transaction code. He pulls it out of his sleeves practically unwillingly. Amora takes it and begins to scan. Suddenly, there was a loud thunderous bang at the Shield in front of the Manor.
Someone was yelling from outside.
“Give me that damn Shard! I’ll bust down this shield and kill every last one of you in there!” Sarrel yelled out.
Sarrel seemed to have grown considerably since their last encounter.
Dionysal signaled for some of the workers to go to the gate and take care of Sarrel.
A Dozen workers ran out and stood at the gate ready to fight Sarrel. Sarrel stopped pounding on the gate.
“You think this will stop us from getting your Shard? This is nothing to Queen Oblivia.” Sarrel taunted Dionysal.
The face of the workers at the gate twitched. Dionysal’s face went from being mildly entertained into a serious expression.
“Oh yeah. You’re all scared now. If you don’t give it to me right now, we all are going to come back over here and slaughter every last one of you.” Sarrel threatened everyone in the Manor.
.”What do we do?” Amora asked Dionysal.
“What is her offer?!” Dionysal yelled back at Sarrel.
“Father, you can’t be serious. This was a gift from the Demigods.” Amora said to Dionysal.
“Her offer is not killing you all.” Sarrel responded back to Dionysal.
“Doesn’t sound good enough for me. We are just going to get rid of you.” Dionysal said to Sarrel.
“Come on then, Old Man! Let’s see what you got!” Sarrel taunted.
Dionysal gestured for the workers to open the Shield, so that they could storm and capture Sarrel. The Shield opened up, and Sarrel immediately put out a Shard and shot it directly at Dionysal from where he was standing. Sarrel did not care about being taken out by the workers.
The shot traveled toward Amora because Sarrel was a bit off.
Reqshal jumped in front of the projectile but it just passed through both him and Amora anyways. They both then collapsed on the ground.
Sarrel was immediately taken down, and was captured.
Dionysal went down to check on his daughter.
“Honey, are you okay?” Dionysal asked.
She was unconscious and Reqshal was no longer there.
The workers cuffed Sarrel and brought him into the dungeon.
After the situation cooled, Amora who was laid to rest for a bit on her bed awoke. She looked at where she felt she was hit and didn’t feel any pain or notice a wound.
“What happened? It’s so late in the day.” Amora thought to herself as she looked out the window.
“Yeah really, it’s like we were out for hours.” Reqshal responded.
Amora quickly looked around her room to see where Reqshal was. But she didn’t see him anywhere.
“Wait… Where are you? Are you invisible?” Amora asked.
“What are you saying, you’re the one that’s invisible.” Reqshal responded.
Amora looked down at her body, and saw that she was indeed present.
“I’m not invisible.” Amora said aloud.
“That wasn’t my body…” Reqshal responded.
They both then realized what happened. Amora ran to the mirror.
“Oh no! You’re in my head!” Amora said, realizing that she couldn’t see Reqshal, not because he was invisible, but because he is part of her thoughts.
“Wait, so I don’t have a body anymore!?” Reqshal responded.
Amora then slowly started to become Reqshal as his thoughts were becoming the prominent speaker.
“No! No stop! I don’t want to be trapped in your head!” Amora said as their body slowly became Reqshal’s.
Reqshal patted himself. “That’s a bit better.” Reqshal said to himself.
Amora then responded back by trying to take control of the body. Their physical appearance began to look like her again. Then once again Reqshal fought and made the body once again look like him.
They both then heard a knock at the door.
“Is everything okay, Lady Amora?” The Housekeeper asked.
Amora then took full control of the body and they became her.
“Yes, I am perfectly well here. Thank you for caring for me Tioral.” Amora responded.
“Well, your mid afternoon meal is ready for you downstairs whenever you are ready. Or I could bring it up to you.” The Housekeeper said to Amora.
“Let him bring it up here, I never got served before.” Reqshal thought aloud.
“Shut up!” Amora responded, but the words came out of her mouth rather than in her head.
“Beg your pardon?” The Housekeeper responded.
“Right up! Bring it right up, please, Tioral.” Amora said to the Housekeeper.
“Very well, Lady Amora.” The Housekeeper said as they left from the front of the door.
“You don’t think about anything until we get this figured out!” Amora scolded Reqshal.
“So what are you going to do when you take a shower huh?” Reqshal asked Amora.
“I can’t believe I share a body with you now! This is the worst! I figured that paying you would get you out of my hair as soon as possible, but now look.” Amora said to Reqshal.
“Probably wouldn’t be in this mess if you just paid me more quickly rather than trying to accuse me of a crime… just saying.” Reqshal responded.
Amora then started walking to her door. She began to sneak down her hallway trying to make her way to the dungeon.
“Why are you sneaking? Isn’t this your house?” Reqshal asked.
“Just in case you start thinking of something stupid. I wouldn’t want us transforming out in the open and you being in a place you aren’t supposed to be.” Amora responded to Reqshal.
“Ah, so it would suck if I started thinking about the type of food that will be waiting for us in your room.” Reqshal said, out of spite for Amora calling his thoughts stupid.
Amora then began to transform into Reqshal. Amora saw someone approaching and hid behind the corner. The person approached Amora. She was back in her own form.
“Lady Amora, happy to see you are up. What are you doing, hiding?” The Librarian asked Amora.
“Me? Hiding? No, I am just checking the craftsmanship of these walls. Komali does a good job keeping these maintained, right?” Amora said to the Librarian.
“Sure. Is there anything you need from me before I go, Lady Amora?” The Librarian asked.
“No, I’m okay. Please, continue with what you were doing.” Amora responded.
The Librarian left, and Amora continued onward to the dungeon.
Amora made her way there and found Sarrel sitting around playing with his toes in complete boredom. She stood in front of the cell and stared down at him. He looked up at her.
“What are you looking at?” Sarrel asked Amora.
“What did you shoot my father with earlier?” Amora asked.
“I don’t know. Some kind of curse. It obviously didn’t work.” Sarrel responded by showing Amora the bonds he had on him.
“What was the curse supposed to do?” Amora asked another question.
“Make’s someone’s worst nightmare their ongoing reality.” Sarrel responded, trying to ignore Amora.
Amora then transformed into Reqshal.
“Oh that’s messed up! You barely knew me for a day and becoming me was your worst nightmare?” Reqshal said aloud.
Sarrel then saw the two transform. He began to laugh.
“Wait! I got both of you!? Oh that is funny! Serves you both right!” Sarrel pointed at Reqshal. “If you just gave me that damn Shard when I came by that dirty old shack, then this wouldn’t have happened.” Sarrel scolded Reqshal.
“So how do you reverse this thing?” Reqshal asked, stepping up closer to the cell.
“The F*ck am I supposed to know. I’m done talking to you both. Queen Oblivia will be coming to get me out soon. So you don’t need to worry about living long enough to suffer.” Sarrel responded as he turned over to his side.
Reqshal slowly became Amora.
“Well that’s not good news… I need to go and tell my father!” Amora said as she ran out of the Prisoner Holding area.
“No wait! We should look it up first before having them attempt anything. I super don’t want to die. And if they just try to exorcize me, or something like that, who knows, it might just kill me.” Reqshal said to Amora.
“Fine, just don’t think about anything as we make our way to the library.” Amora commanded Reqshal.
Amora made her way through the Manor. The workers were patrolling the area and were on high alert. Amora walked past them to the library. She then began to look through the books. But wasn’t quite finding what she was looking for.
“Maybe it’s in the Medicine Section?” Reqshal suggested.
“Why would it be in Medicine, it’s obviously a technique.” Amora responded.
“I don’t know, it’s a suggestion. My mom worked in medicine and-” Reqshal began to say before the Librarian interrupted their thoughts.
“Glad to see you came by and visited the Library, Lady Amora. Is there a book you are looking for?” The Librarian asked Amora.
“Yes, I’m looking for one on curses. Where would I find those?” Amora asked.
“You have to be a bit more specific than that. There are Temporal Curses, Ambition Curses, Personal Curses, Light Curses, Dark Curses. It could go on forever really.” The Librarian responded.
“Where would a body changing curse be located? You know, like one that makes someone fat, or changes them into a completely different person.” Amora asked the Librarian.
“That’s quite specific. Are you planning on learning how to do that curse? I can teach you if you want. Those books should be located in the Scripts from the Age of Witches.” The Librarian responded to Amora.
Amora followed the Librarian through the book columns.
“Not yet. I’m just curious for now.” Amora said to the Librarian.
The Librarian showed Amora the shelf. “Well here you are, Lady Amora. If you need anything just come to my desk.” The Librarian said before leaving.
Amora then skimmed through the pages.
“Oh look, there goes the body changing curse.” Reqshal noticed as Amora quickly ran her hand through the list.
“When one has their body altered to the appearance of another the change is permanent until the caster removes the curse.” The Page read.
“I don’t think this is correct.” Amora said, reading on.
“Why not, it’s exactly like what’s happening.” Reqshal responded feeling like Amora only said it was incorrect because he spotted it.
“Yes, but this is a nightmare curse. Because if it hit my father I doubt it would have been a body changing effect.” Amora said to Reqshal.
“Well okay, Princess. Find the Nightmare one.” Reqshal responded.
“I’m not a Princess, and you don’t tell me what to do.” Amora said to Reqshal.
Amora looked through the book shelfs and found a densely coloured text script on curses.
She went through it and found ‘Nightmare’. Amora read through the pages and found loads and loads of information on the curse, written by the Infamous Great Witch Gloria.
“There is no way we will be able to read all of this.” Reqshal said looking at how dense the information was.
“Maybe you can’t, but I definitely can.” Amora responded.
“How about you stop insulting me, we are the same person now. So I think it would be better if you played nice with me.” Reqshal said to Amora.
“As if. Once we break this, you take your money and leave. I wouldn’t want to hinder your life of Thievery and Poverty. See look, I already found the page.” Amora said, rolling her finger across it.
“Nightmare Curses are permanent curses. They can not be dispelled or exorcized. Research indicated that the death of the Caster may work in some cases.” An excerpt from the Great Witch also added to the bottom of the page. “This spell is for all those who cross me, may your death be a Nightmare.” The Page read.
Amora transformed into Reqshal.
“Well, that’s not good…” Reqshal said.