[ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔬.]
~Well, well, well, back for more huh. THAT IS SO SWEET, thank you.(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) Hope you enjoy this chapter, don't forget to leave some feedback, and vote(I am very desperate).
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"Oh Romeo! My sweet Romeo, how I love thee!" I shout as I read blurry words off the page, and dance in the stranger's living room.
"Get off the table, you're going to fall." Jasper says from somewhere in the apartment.
"Not until, you have some fun! Come on, say the next line." I raise the old book and shake it above me, trying to reel him in. "Get on the table and say the lines!" I taunt.
The room starts to even out more as I hear him shuffle onto the table besides me. My lightning ability dancing in my blood, stinging to reach out and jolt him.
"'I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself'" He whispers, electricity crackling in my ear. "Now, will you go to sleep, Juliet?" He reaches for the book and I try to pull away and stumble, losing my balance due to the limited space on the small table. Before I hit the ground, I'm lifted off my feet and set on a soft surface.
The room gets darker, as my eyes fight to close. "I'm not Juliet." I say faintly. Trying to stay awake just a little longer. "It's Adria." I manage to say just as I lose the war to sleep.
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"Adria, huh. You are one hell of a drinker." Jasper mutters to himself.
He lays her down onto the couch and grabs a blanket off the side, tucking her into it. As he tucks her right arm into the blanket though, he notices a mark on her inner wrist partially covered by her gloves.
The blood rushes from his face as he slightly pushes the glove away revealing the mark.
She has the royal insignia.
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The pounding headache was the first thing that told me today was going to be a shit day. The second, I'm currently staring at.
The eviction flyer stapled to my door, and a box of my belongings beneath it was laughing at me. I mean, in the last two days I've lost control of my magic for the thousandth time, been evicted from my place, and still haven't gotten paid. It was hard not to laugh at her abysmal situation.
Maybe it's time to move on. I've spent a six months here, the hunters are probably already on their way. In the meantime though I need some extra money to get a room at an Inn. Which means I need to go back to The Lounge.
I grab my box and leave the complex, which I am definitely not going to miss, at all. This shitty place cost way too much and didn't have nearly enough space to call itself a livable apartment.
That's one of the biggest problems in Ecrea, the aristocracy and how ignorant they are. The nobles feed off the less fortunate and while they starve, the rich get richer.
The problem only gets worse in each of the districts too. With prices being raised higher and higher, protests become a little more violent. Especially towards the capitol, where only nobles are permitted to live.
Out of everything, I would say the most irritating thing is the arrogance of the royals. Knowing they have it better, and not sharing with everyone else. Just because they have so called "sophisticated" abilities. Which is just another excuse to belittle and separate the people of Ecrea.
While traffic with hover mods is in a standstill in the air, people go about their day and the world seems to grow quieter in my mind.
I've grown fond of this district. Out of all the places I've stayed, Faytide is the only one where I wasn't constantly looking over my shoulder. It always felt like a real home. But all things must come to an end at some point.
I stop in front the giant orange skyscraper, blending with the light of sundown. The name of the building imprinted in big, bright highlighted letters, on its left side.
SILVER PHOENIX INN
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I haven't seen a view anything like it. The sunset reflected off the water and created an ethereal glow. The shimmering water waxing and waning onto the silky black sand shore, looked too gorgeous for words to describe.
I set my bags down in my temporary room, that I managed to talk the sweet old lady at the desk to get me for a cheaper price. Now all I have to do is make sure I still have a job.
The lounge is right around the corner, the one and only downside of this visually stunning hotel.
Walking in the dead of night has always brought a sense of peace for me. And the night sky in Medeis is very different compared to Draçon. Because each city in Ecrea has a different climate and weather, the skies in every district are completely unalike. The permanent midnight sky in Draçon blankets the atmosphere with an infinite number of stars, covering the Capitol city day and night. While the sky is always a dazzling sea of constellations, the climate is tundra and in the summers wildflowers burst from the ground.
In Medeis though, the climate is always warm and sunny, a huge contrast from Draçon. With cool days and warm nights the vibrant city is always beautiful and relaxed. The people here always have something new to do, meaning they're complete hustlers. In the center of Medeis, is The Market where all the traditional businesses legal and prohibited are located. There are some other small standalone stores scattered across Medeis, but they more often than not carry tourist items.
I could hear the dampened music from the outside of the lounge as I approached. Club music was played to the max for the apparent enjoyment of others. Though, I don't know how in the hell anyone could enjoy anything with music that blaring.
As soon as the door opened the world melted away, and I was sucked back into the void of The Lounge. With my uniform on, I beelined to the vip rooms to meet with El Jefe. The flashing lights made hard for anyone to make out others faces so lots of shady deals went down here.
"Hey tits, mind doing your job and fetching me a drink?"
I hear the familiar laughter of a strangled beast behind me, and turn to see a burly dude in a too tight button down that's missing the first two buttons and squeezing the life out of his stomach. His smirk reveals the yellowest teeth I've ever seen.
I outwardly sigh at the hideous sight in front of me. "One. You can address me by name or you can not address me at all. Two. You and your musty dusty crusty self can get up and get your own fucking drink, because I am not working tonight." I lied, and almost turn away but not before I follow up. "Oh, and three. Maybe, just maybe you should have some self respect and wash that disgusting ass mouth out before your already decaying teeth willingly jump out on their own."
His smirk dropped, rage flashing in his eyes. I recognize him from my last shift here, he was the pyromancer who always made a scene. The boss never kicked him out though because he paid good money.
I could tell I struck a nerve when it started to get hotter than usual, and his fists were two suns.
"Careful girlie, the owner may keep you around, but that don't mean he can keep you safe forever."
He snarls, his garbage breath strangling my nose.
"Oh my goddess, you are completely right. I have to apologize...to shit. It smells way better than you." I laugh.
"You bitch!" The dude throws his fist into the air but before it collides with my face I duck. I let a couple of small bolts out from my fingers and swipe at his torso, the force throwing him to the ground in an instant.
"At the very least get more creative with the insults, Roscoe." I turn and leave, deciding to head back to the Inn. I do not have the energy for more of this tonight.
The exit swings open and the crisp air outside invades my senses, cooling me down.
"Who taught you how to do that?"
I snap my head to the left to see familiar green eyes looking at me.
What is it with people sneaking up on me tonight?
Still, I don't mind him all that much, I think as I smile to myself. At least he didn't see the lightning, that would've been a dead giveaway of my identity.
"Self taught. I have a bit of a reputation in the underground fight clubs." I shrug, nonchalantly bragging.
His booming laughter cheers me up, I never heard anyone laugh so genuine. "I bet. What are you doing here though?" He gestures towards the building, with a curious expression. Leaning against the brick wall of the building, he's wearing all black and his tunic is loose around his chest revealing very chiseled brown skin.
"Me? What are you doing here?" I say desperately trying to keep my eyes off of his chest.
"You can't answer a question with a question. I'm here for a job. Now, why are you here?" He pushes off the wall and slowly walks towards me, eyes narrowing in on me.
"No offense but it's none of your business dude, we aren't friends."
"Bullshit, We acted out Shakespeare together." He smirks, now way too close for comfort.
"Psh, you're such a dork." I blush, struggling to keep my sanity with him this near. Sober me definitely needs an award for not embarrassing herself so far.
"Adria, I'm serious why were you here? This place is dangerous." Jasper's face goes soft, his eyebrows raised in worry.
"I- I work here. Or at least I did. I don't really know anymore." I roll my eyes in annoyance at the situation. "Listen it doesn't even matter, let's start talking about what we're going to do." I wink daringly.
"Oh, well in that case, is there something you'd like to ask my chest? Because you've been not so subtle about that." He teases, with a mischievous grin.
I take that back sober me does not deserve an award.
"Full of yourself much? I was only looking at the...the fabric. I have that same shirt at home."
"Mhm, sure thing. I'm gonna get some coffee, wanna join?"
"Caffeine? It's one am, are you pulling an all nighter or just a night walker?"
"Something like that, and it's either coffee or a drink and we both know how you get on alcohol."
"Just cause we first met when I was wasted does not mean I have a problem. I just drink to forget unfortunate events in the past that resurface. And lately a lot have." I shrug with a frown, knowing damn well that isn't even close to a healthy solution for myself.
"Must have been some really unfortunate events to get that wasted on a Tuesday night." His right eyebrow raised in total and fair judgement.
"So you were in there just for fun?" I challenge.
"Touché." Putting his hands up in surrender.
"Thought so. Sadly I am going to pass on the offer, but thanks anyway. I told you already, we aren't friends."
"Ouch. As someone who has shared Shakespearean words with you, I find that deeply offensive." He mock pouts. "Why is it you don't want a friend?"
"Because. They don't last long."
I mutter, walking away.