The Messenger Chapter 14 ~ A Date

The city of Grace was founded seventy or so odd years ago. It’s beginnings aren’t written down so I can’t pass to you an accurate selection of events that have been verified to be true.

I can only tell you what I’ve heard.

What I’ve heard is that one day on a sunny evening seventy or so years ago a rainbow landed smack dab in the middle of town , then it stayed there for a week.

Naturally the leprechauns came to inspect . They pulled out their many lenses and scopes, studying the falling light deeply, divining the message from the heavens for the ultimate location they sought with all their strength and spirit!

The location of gold.

Ironically the rainbow landed on an animal orphanage for kittens waiting to be loved. They tore it down faster than the kittens could meow, the gold that flew out enough to stop any cries of protest. The coins that rolled out in the coming years marked the birth of a place that would be plentiful even seventy years later.

The Northern District.

I suppose that was the reason I was enjoying myself . Being in a luxury built area of the city with bright symmetric garden based streets built to get the perfect angle of the sun as the hues fell heavily.

Or maybe it was the food I had partaken in that night . Unlike the regular roads that acquire their stock from the locals. I’ve heard that the ones in the western district acquire them from other lands. Ones that seem to groom their animals to be eaten, resulting in high class meats that popped on my tongue.

“Hey One , can you pass me the sugar? “

“Of course , I got you right now. “

I reached over and picked up the sugar , her finger brushing upon mine as it passed into her hand .

We both blushed a little and our hands retracted .

We turned away at the same time , then turned back and shared a laugh .

Nope it would have to be this , I smothered an inner lascivious smile.

Forget the high class architecture and stupid city backstory. This ; was the highest level. The red headed girl with a smattering of freckles who sat across from me engaging in small talk about the material of the dining plates .

With a rise I couldn’t contain my joy went to the highest levels an invisible happiness steam boiling at the seams of my head.

outside I appeared stoic, not an ounce of the inner turmoil showing.

I threw a glance at my buddy Brovy who sported a trimmed beard on his face , a fact he hadn’t when I had seen him last without his mask.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

From my eyes corner I saw him also have a moment where his hand brushed against

his dates as well, they smiled a little and he retracted his hand scratching his head.

The beginnings of a grin began on his face but then he calmed it as I had done moments ago and threw a glance my way .

We leaned in and shared a sleazy friendship smile.

“You’re a real friend buddy ole pal.”

“I know right, I really came through didn’t I?”

“Hahahaha hahahahhah. “

“Hahahah hahahah. “

“What are you guys talking about?”

A small face with short hair , the girl was most comparable to mouselike if I had to put a name to it. The mouselike girls name was Lina and she had been flirting with Brovy for the better part of the last few minutes.

I was proud.

“Yea what are you guys talking about? “

The girl I sat across from could only in my opinion be compared to a tiger, her hair was fiery and her eyes quiet but fierce. Her name was Emile.

Emile leaned over the table with a sharp but mischievous eye.

Brovy laughed . “Just talking about how lucky we are! “

The girls laughed and huddled amongst themselves whispering and giggling about something, for a while me and Brovy had enough time to engage in real unheard words and so I leaned in and brought up a small point that had bothered me since we’d sat down.

“So uh , Brovy ,” I said my hand covering my mouth , “ what’s up with those tattoos behind thier ears. “

Brovy paused , only for a second a millisecond really , then regained his jovial smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about buddy. “

Shit he was in denial. “Brovy , “ I said in a hurried whisper. “The tattoos behind their ears man , don’t tell me you haven’t seen them. “ my whisper increased in pace. “We used to see them all the time man, their famous around here , they belong to !-“

“Hey , hey , lemme talk too. “ The fiery haired Emile leaned into our conversation, her mouse like friend leaning behind pulling her sleeve. “Stop , they look like their talking about something important... “

“But I wanna talkkkk tooooo, I’m bored . “

The redhead looked up at me her gold eyes mesmerizing me momentarily, she smiled again and leaned in close enough for my hair to brush against hers.

Then I was gone , my heart went somewhere unknown , I believe the third highest planet from the right or a mountain in an unknown realm. It had to have been far, because when it returned , I had already split the bill waltzed down the street and opened the door for the girls to My Shine Forever , a lounge for singing one’s heart away.

“Shit. “ I said aloud when my senses caught hold of me. I turned to Brovy, and took him to the side with an urgent whisper. “Brovy we can’t , we gotta go! These girls have the symbol , thier part of the Urgent Gang!”

Brovy didn’t respond , his eyes trailing back to the door as it closed. His eyes were heavy as he thought of the matter.

“I know One, I know! But ! “ He clenched his hand and looked up to the sky. “Does it matter? “

I stood back, shocked to my core. Stunned ,one could say. Then I felt the weight of the situation slide off my shoulders.

“For the maidens. “ I said

Brovy was struck as if by thunder. When he settled, he extended his hand with determination. “For the maidens.”

We shook on it.

“Kyeee. I told you it would be fine. “

The door to the room had been cracked , two faces stood atop each other watching through the small space. The redhead girl , Emile looked down at Lina. “Told you it would be fine , this guy rescued you , he’s gotta be a little crazy. “

Lina nodded her face slightly emotional. Emilie held the door open , “C’mon in boys we picked out a song. “

I obliged, stepping in after Brovy , only to run into a kiss on the cheek.

A warm feeling spread through my face as a flock of red hair pulled me deeper into the closing door , music filling the air.

The door squeaked as it closed.