Myth excerpt chapter 2,2,b


This is a continuation of the excerpt from the last excerpt.

“I am Jaxial Douri’an-Kayl’ya Sa’anit’ag.”

His voice was official. There was no other way to say his speech of a name. It was so stuffy, so inaccessible. He lowered his head and whispered through a grin.

“I run this school.”

She laughed. He noticed her eyes had flecks of purple in them. She had to be from the outer spheres. Those desolate and detached planets were the unfortunates in Aelphi society. So far away without a chance of update or aid. He instantly pitied and respected her. It was a strange mix. A mix only a youth could really feel.

“I am Thorin Guthar’an Heral’inat. I’d like to talk to you about your employees, they seem to detest their jobs. I blame you.”

She said it so seriously that for a moment, he was wondering if she meant it. There was something about her that disarmed him, a charm, perhaps. She knew how to speak, to boys no less. That was a wonder. Most girls he knew of couldn’t handle his smile. They’d giggle and shrink away. This Thorin stayed the same.

He nodded.

“Yes, well, they do that. They get cranky when they haven’t punished enough children. Speaking of, what brings you to the hall of hell?”

She didn’t stay the same. But it wasn’t his endearing boyishness that forced her back to her shell. He reminded her of what was in store.

Firan shoved her a bit, not nearly as hard as he had done with Jax, but enough to test her resolve. He snickered.

“I’ll bet a year of this that she was caught kissing the low-borns.”

She pushed back. He had to have struck a cord because Jax was tossed from the bench.

She threw her words in his face.

“I don’t even know why I’m here. They said I was ‘baiting for the hidden’. I don’t know what that means.”

Neither of the two boys were able to grasp exactly what she had said as soon as she said it. They were caught up with the sounds. She had an accent. When she first spoke, it had been in a whisper, the curves and the flourishes were muted, hardly audible. But when angry, louder, almost shouted, her words became more and more interesting. They had never heard a voice quite like hers. It took them longer to listen. It took their minds a little more time to reach the end.

Firan was the first. His eyes grew wide and he turned to glance down at his dethroned friend.

“Did you hear that? We have a criminal on our hands!”

Jax finally found his way to the end of her statement. He had been enjoying the journey but Firan forced him out. The magnitude of her crime dropped on him.

She was in for a long interview.

Thorin was becoming angry. She slid around to fully face the two boys.

“What does it mean? You know what it means, tell me!”

They didn’t bother traveling along her dialect now. Firan was more intrigued than horrified. Jax was fine being the latter.

“What did you ask about?”

Firan wasn’t known for his tact, he was known for being brutish, dull, but more loyal than anyone you could want to have by your side. Unless, that is, you knew something he didn’t. Then he’d try everything short of torture to get it out of you. Curiosity was a curious part of him.

She lifted her hand. Across from them, on the wall, hung a series of posters. Each had a figure the same words above it. ‘Don’t speak.’ Firan’s breath caught in his throat when he followed her finger’s point. He became as close to hysterical as Jax had ever seen him. He stood, raising his hands over and over like he had seen the boy’s father do when berating him.

“Him? You asked about him? Why would you do that?”

Thorin walked to the middle poster, tapping on the paper. She touched the head of the figure, a black silhouette of a boy with long hair.

“Who is this?”

She tapped harder on the chest of the figure, right on the terrible white symbol all the children had come to know by heart.

“What is this?”

Firan laughed cruelly. Jax was finally able to bring himself to stand. He grabbed Thorin’s hand and brought it away from the paper. He tried to be gentle but it was hard for a young Aelphi boy to push someone his own size back into a seating position on a bench. He began to plead with her.

“Don’t touch it. We should all stop talking about it before this gets any worse for you. Before we get dragged into it too.”

How could she not know? Jax thought everyone knew of this boy and the symbol. He shuddered. He’d tried to keep from seeing it ever since he started classes. The posters were everywhere but he’d finally been able to tune them out. He was privy to information other children weren’t. They knew him as a drawing, a shadow. Jax had heard more stories. His father had seen it. His father had fought it. He barely lived.

To not know what an Althrian is. How is that possible?

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About Aaron Shively

I have been working as a freelance writer and artist for the last decade. In that time, I've done everything from ghostwriting to toy design and everything in between. I am currently working on a novel series called 'Myth' which has held my attention for the past sixteen years. I have spent my time developing the world, character and story and am now ready to funnel all the preliminary material into the manuscript of the first installment, 'of Men and Monsters' Bookmark & Share

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