Blue lake Mountain

𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓

Read chapter 13 before this.

Was forced to write this to understand Fiona better

The sun rolled high and it's light shone to the far ends of Blue lake Mountain.

The farms were blooming with produce and the farmers harvesting plentiful to sell. The locals would call this season the 'pocket season'.

The season where farmers pockets would be full of Hakihs from selling their produce. In this season farmers where known to be the richest, even richer than the merchants, an average Farmer would be told to earn more than a thousand Hakihs in a day which was a lot and could feed an entire family of ten for over a week.

All farmer had to hold tight to the opportunity and work hard till they could no more to make heed of this annual opportunity to make crazy profits.

So they were all on their fields working possessively motivated by the end results... All except Wordrick.

Wordrick had entrusted his two daughters the job of farming for the week, it would sound stupid but their presence had caused a recent increase in productivity at a very high rate.

So there they were, harvesting crops, the sisters of Wordrick Fiona and Tiranj.

Fiona dugdug up another potato from it's roots, she pulled it put and threw it into her basket, it was almost full luckily.

She brushed off the strands of hair of her face dropping the cutlass afterwards to tie her hair in place.

She huffed out feeling exhausted, "damn, this silence makes working here a darn stich in the cloth!" She snarled.

Tiranj gigled from behind her, "I know right!" She exclaimed.

Fiona turned her gaze to Tiranj. How much they had grown fond of themselves since the last eight years, "what about we lighten the moment?" Fiona asked.

Tiranj smiled, "shall i begin sister?"

Fiona turned back to grab her cutlass, "sure take the lead."

Tiranj cleared her throat thinking a while before beginning.

".•♫•♬•T•♬•♫•.Time might change people might change but my love for you will never change," Tiranj sang with her wonderful voice. ".•♫•♬•n•♬•♫•.No matter what happens we will remain sisters!" Tiranj ended.

"I don't care how hard being together is, nothing is worse than being apart," Fiona continued.

".•♫•♬•W•♬•♫•.We are Sisters forever!" They both chorused ".•♫•♬•w•♬•♫•.We are Sisters forever!"

Forever! They ended in unison and their baskets were now full to the brink.

"Hahaha!" Fiona an Tiranj laughed cheerfully.

"What is that I here?" Their gaze turned to a chariot built entirely of gold and wood, a large red velvet throne in the middle and a man sitting in it proudly.

He was fair in complexion, had short black hair, a short mustache, a proud look on his face, his clothing were richly picked. Clearly.

He was accompanied by a dozen attendants, some armed with swords and standing by the chariot, others carrying bags of fine wooly clothing, his horse also had two coaches.

"Did I here beauty beckoning the name of Lord Symas!" He proudly said.

Fiona huffed knowing where this was going, "oh the rapacious ones are here," she whispered only loud enough for Tiranj to hear.

"I think you have cotton in your ears lord pampers!" Fiona yelled back to him. "No one called you!" She ended before turning to Tiranj.

"No I know nothing of my deafness!" Lord Symas rose from his throne, "neither does my eyes prove to be blind. I see beauty standing right before me!"

Fiona exhaled softly knowing it was another suitor, "so persistent isn't he?" She heard Tiranj say to her.

"Should we get rid of him?" Fiona asked winking at Tiranj.

A grin appeared on Tiranj's face. "I think lord pampers still has a prymal use to our bidding," she winked back.

"Beautiful ones!" He called out again "Why shall you whisper of Lord Symas beauty when you should adore it with open lips!" He yelled out drastically.

"Sorry my Lord, we were just talking about your greatness," Tiranj commented.

Fiona cackled, "I was not discussing about that, I was just saying how ridiculous you look in that outfit," she joked, "you look practically like a potato!" She spoke with an annoying tone.

Tiranj turned to give Fiona a puzzled look, "I thought we agreed that he was a deformed mango," she stretched out a finger to Lord Symas and gestured, "if you look closely you will see my point!"

"Hahahahag!" He laughed in a fancy bothering way. "Even in my imperfections the people can't get their thoughts off me."

Fiona flared up a little, "now this guy is starting to annoy me!"

Lord Symas ran his hand through his hair proudly, "I want you to be my bride!" He yelled out pointing his finger at them, "both of you!"

Fiona gasped in shock, that was a first. She felt Tiranj's view set on her, because of her complexion men had never asked for her hand in marriage but still had lustful stares at her, but this guy was the first. "So?"

Lord Symas chuckled and spoke again "where are your parents, we will have a wedding today and I will be the first lord in this land to marry a beautiful pink haired goddess and a sexy black girl, I will become famous and you two will be famous beyond imagination! We will win titles like," he thought on it for a while before continuing.

"Black pink Lord! The king of beauty! Married to the brides of glory! We will have so much riches!" He jumped up after completing.

None of this was impressive to both girls. Fiona smiled "hey you!" She barked out pointing a finger to one of the attendants.

"Me?" He asked.

"Yeah stick for brains!" She insulted. "What the heck do you make of us! Standing like an idiot when you should be helping to carry our baskets to the... Horse-bench-ridding throne! I don't know why you're even a worker, useless to the brides of Lord Pampers I should kill you where you stand!"

The man was already trembling and looked sorry already.

"Fiona!" Tiranj said with a calm hostile voice clamping unto Fiona's shoulder to call her attention, "the reason this man hasn't helped us is because he wants to loose his work as an attendant, we should relieve him of his burden, don't you suggest the same?"

"Please!" The man dropped to his knees begging "I need this!" He quickly jumped to his feet running to the baskets lifting them one after the other and placing both on his back.

"Good to know you have found your place again!" Fiona snarled turning back to Lord Symas who looked bereft of words, never in his life had he'd seen such brutality in controlling a slaves choices.

He smiled "what dominance, you truly belong to the house of Lord Symas!" He exclaimed. "Now come to sit with me my Queens!"

Fiona and Tiranj walked elegantly to the carriage taking their time and when they got there were helped by attendants to get onto the carriage, Tiranj sat beside Lord Symas and Fiona beside her.

The carriage coach kicked into ignition the horses galloping at a slow pace.

Lord Symas broke the silence "so tell me about the bride I have chosen!" He directed to them.

Tiranj felt a little uncomfortable at the side of the arrogant Lord Symas, he was a handful and needed to be trailed off before he reaches their home. "Fiona would you like to enlighten Lord pampers on our very high esteemed meetings with previous suitors?"

"Gladly!" Fiona answers a wide grin on her face. "You have to assist me with some parts of the story though, the details have become blur in my memory."

Lord Symas chuckled, "please do begin my black Queen!"

"Yeah!" Fiona thought on it a little before she began. "There was a merchant that came with two guards saying he wanted my sister's hand in marriage but he bloody didn't marry her!"

"Why didn't he? wasn't it his will to?" Lord Symas asked eagerly.

Fiona chuckled, "it was his will, but not mine," she gave an hostile glare at Lord Symas which he misses interprets as lust for him. "Luckily I think he wrote his will because I sent him back to the hole he crawled out from!"

Tiranj coughed fakely, "you did more than that," she corrected. "I think you might have killed him!"

Fiona held her chin and thought into the retrospect of that day, "yeah I did send him bad in a bad shape!"

Lord Symas furrowed his eyes still not getting the message, "what do you mean?"

Fiona huffed out hard, "I guess we just have to spell out the details don't we?" Fiona cleared her throat before continuing, "he came to our home with so much gift and requested to marry my sister!"

"So he came up the stairs and to our room where he met me and my sister, he was hungry so she went to get him some food, he was looking at me in a weird way so I punched him in the groin without asking why he was staring at me. He called me a whore so I punched him again in the groin!"

"He screamed out in pain raining curses on me, and telling me he saw a stain of dirt on my rear that's why he was staring at me ominously. That was an insult staring so intently at a woman in that manner so I planted another fist in his groin, this time I think I heard a crack!" She said laughing uncontrollably.

Tiranj coughed fasely again "actually you hit him five times in the groin!" She corrected.

Fiona furrowed her eyes recalling what transpired that that but nothing came "I don't remember! I think he went home after I hit him three times!"

"No!" Tiranj said "the merchant said he didn't want to marry me anymore because you insulted him," she turned back to Lord Symas who looked intoxication by their narration, "she bloody grabbed him and punched again in the groin, she took him by the collar and flinged him out of the room, he was in a lot of pain here! So he cried like a baby. With no pity Fiona yanked him back to his feet dug her knee deep in his groin again, she took him off his feet and down he went the stairs!"

"Wait!" Lord Symas interrupted, "why did you throw him down the stairs? He did nothing to deserve that!"

Fiona nodded reluctantly and said "I will make sure not to do that next time!"

"Yeah you should," Tiranj supported.

"Then what happened next?" Lord Symas asked eagerly.

"Well he broke his leg from falling down the stairs. Then that's when Tiranj came with soup and asked me what happened?" I gave her no reply walked up to them took the bowl and smashed the entire thing on his face..."

"Why the hell did you do that?" Lord Symas asked.

Fiona smiled and replied "I don't know, I guess I just felt like!"

"Feel like?" Lord Symas asked perplexed.

"Yeah! Stop interrupting!" She said with a hostile voice.

"Where were your parent during when this happened?" He asked.

Fiona jerked her head back exhaling out. "Well our mum was upstairs sleeping and our dad was out," Tiranj answered.

Lord Symas gave an irritated look "with all the screaming how was your mum asleep?"

"Lately mum sleeps a lot during day, and also when she sleeps literally nothing wakes her up!" Tiranj scorns.

"So back to the story!" Fiona cuts in.

"Sir we have reached the village!" The coach reminds as their horse begins to walk on the cemented bricks of the road.

"Hey!" Fiona yelled out to the coach. "You interrupt me! I'll cut you open and cook your remains for our husband!" She warned.

'Maybe this is getting out of hand? If I marry this two beauty... No witches they might one day decide to have me for breakfast' Lord Symas thought having a new look of horror towards them.

Fiona turned her gaze back to Lord Symas he was looking tensed than before, it made her smile "anything wrong Lord Pampers?" He turned his gaze to her clear to see him trembling within. He managed to reluctantly shake his head.

"So as both his guards knew their master was in disdain they came to his help and when he heard them he erupted into crying saying 'get me out of here! Help me!' So pathetic."

"So they helped him up to one of their shoulders taking him out of the house!" Fiona completed.

"That's not the end!" Tiranj said.

"Wasn't it?" She asked with a puzzled look.

"No it wasn't you realized he left his sceptre on our table so you grabbed it went outside and yelled.

'You forgot your stick'.

So you sent the sceptre flying in the air and it hit him in square the head then he just went silent for no reason," Tiranj added.

They both turn their gaze to Lord Symas deep in thought "the end!" They chorused in unison.

"That's not possible!" He said.

"Believe it or not? What's done is done the future can't change the past but the past can determine your future!" She glared at him intently.

"Damn!" Lord Symas mumbled only loud enough for him to hear, he had just realized it wasn't worth it to marry this girls, 'what was a man if he became so rich and didn't enjoy his riches because his wives killed him for staring at them in a lustful way'.

"Left or right my Lord?" The other coach asked as they came up to an intersection..

Before Lord Symas could say Fiona gave the order "left!"

"Understood!" The coach replied.

"Wait!" Lord Symas yelled out with all his might calling everyone's attention including some of the villagers that were in the streets.

"Ahhh," he didn't know how to begin, he just needed to get as far away as he could from the girls.

"I think the girls have reached their stop let's help them down!" He said proudly hiding his fright.

"Didn't you say you wanted to marry us!" Fiona said with a threatening tone cracking her knuckles and glaring at the lord "our home is that way!" She pointed her index at the left road.

Lord Symas gulped hesitating before answering "our-way-is-right" he wrenched from his mouth.

Fiona loved the way he was trembling in fear, "you said we were getting married together, didn't you?"

Lord Symas gulped again "me?" He mumbled clearly frightened.

Tiranj cleared her throat before speaking "man slave!" She called out to the man carrying their baskets on hus back.The man immediately obeyed turning and refocusing on her. "Give me my cutlass I think we are about to decorate our Lord's clothing to make him seem... More stunning."

"Wait! I never said I wanted to marry you, I said I wanted to carry you!" Lord Symas yelled out with a rage filled voice, he had hidden his tension reciting within 'a great man shall never convey fear but make his enemies cower instead'.

Fiona clamped uto Tiranj's shoulder "it's not with hassling with fools sister," she said with a low hostile voice.

Tiranj turned to her and nodded "yes I agree, Lord Symas is only one of the eleventh Lords we have met asking for our hand in marriage," she turned back to glare at Lord Symas "we shall make him suffer the same fate as the others, either today..." Tiranj rose to her feet with an enraged look on her face "or next we meet!"

She alighted the carriage jumping off and landing on her feet, Fiona followed afterwards harshly taking their baskets from the attendant.

"Fiona turned back to Lord Symas he still hadn't taken his stare of them. "How painful!" He shook his head "beauty on the inside but demons on the inside!"

Fiona growled "if you don't get lost I won't wait till tommorow till I cut you open!" She threatened rubbing the hilt of her cutlass that was protruding from her basket.

Lord Symas turned away "full speed ahead!" He yelled out and immediately the carriage took of riding away raising dusts of smoke as it disappeared out of sight.

"No woman can cause the downfall of Lord Symas!" He yelled out as he rode out of sight.

"Master!" His attendants all broke into a sprint struggling to catch up.

"Hahahaha!" Fiona made fun of them. "I can't believe they fell for that crappy story!"

Tiranj shook her head "suitors are dumb! Don't you agree Lady Fiona."

Fiona stood upright and said "yes lady Tiranj." The burst into laughter.

"Swittleswacks! Did you see the look on his face when we told him the story," Tiranj gigled softly "he looked as if he would burst into tears and jump of the carriage."

Fiona laughed out wearing on her basket on her back. They both started to walk the left route.