Pity and guilt swirl in my belly but I ignore it. I look at all the girls and they were all afraid of me but hid it behind a face of loyalty. They were worthy of so much more.
I look back at Kera and she looks at me with pleading eyes as if she knew I was the faceless one.
She wraps her arms around her, “They keep doing that whenever I ask them. I can’t take it.” She moans, “They’re all brainwashed I know but it hurts to know their being treated this way like cattle to the slaughter.”
I left as soon as she fell asleep cuddled under warm thick blankets. I rushed to my father’s room that night and cried beside him.
Begging that I could not take another face again. So lost in a cloud of tears, that I had not noticed that my father was as blue as his royal robes.
My king was dead.
I ran away, the monster couldn’t be found with the King.
That night was when I truly began to hate myself; creating the excuse that due to my father’s death I had to continue taking faces. I told myself that my father would want me to have a face to rule Eydollon.
I sigh, staring at the spot where the girl had fallen, dead without a face.
I had never known what to do with Kera after that night, knowing she was an unwilling sacrifice.
I had other servants doing what was needed so I had made her my personal servant for I do have a heart although a selfish one.
Perhaps I liked her. A conscious I wished I would listen to.
Using my magic to renew my face took its toll but I use my abilities at times to listen to her thoughts and feelings.
I knew she yearned to go back to her quarters. She seemed to believe she was sent on a mission to save the girls. At first I thought she was a spy.
Until I had seen images in her mind of strange places I have not seen in Eydollon.
I had seen a jungle with tribal men and women living barely clothed, but there was also of a place in her mind that had objects made of metal that played images on its surface and doors that opened into lighted storage filled with food covered in colourful paper and words. I could not ask her about it for she had never spoken about it.
However she had called out a name, Misty, one night, but Misty never came.
Breaking out of my thought I beckon for Kera’s attention.
“Kera, do you read?” I ask.
She nods as her face reddens. “Look at me Kera,” I demand.
She raises her head and I see fire in her eyes and look down at her balled hands.
“You are mad, why?”
“How can you ask that when you just killed someone moments ago!” She stomps.
I wince but hide it. I turn to my bookstand beside my table, which was littered with letters from the different lords of my kingdom. I would have to get started on replying those soon enough.
I pass her a book, it’s a story illustrated by the enchantress, my stepmother. It was a book about the Shinkami.
“Read this, you might find it interesting.”
She takes the book with a shaking hand.
“Thanks.” She grumbles.
I dismiss her, ignoring her outburst.
Could monsters have friends?
(Catch Part III of the Faceless Queen tomorrow!)