Hello, I'm a Weirdo

Chapter Thirty-three- There is always something for you, right?

“I don’t care about the fate crap now, Sage. I need to know if we could somehow do something so that I could endure not to burst through that door and find that stupid fairy and make sure she didn’t get her pretty butt into another trouble.” I grumbled and started pacing again.

“I won’t discourage you from doing so, Raven, because that’s the most sensible thing to do right now. I’m sure that they know of that fact even before we searched if she really existed.” Sage said matter-of-factly.

Yes, it makes sense…and maybe that is the same reason why they put a curse on her.

“I won’t let her die.” I promised to him, but it came out like I was convincing myself.

“Yes. Don’t let her die. She’s the only person who can keep up with your attitude.” Sage sniggered.

I rolled my eyes at him. Expect Sage to say something stupid during a serious moment.

We’re yet at another predicament. It’s like we’re inside this maze, and each time we find a loophole out, it closes on us just when we reach it. Dang it.

I sighed and sat on the bed, defeated. I guess we’re back to zero.

Sage posed to examine the painting hanging on the wall. He stared at it with such distaste. “Who hung this ugly portrait here?” he asked.

“The same guy who thinks that telling everyone we’re brothers is a good thing.” I grumbled as I played with my fingers.

Sage chuckled. “Yeah, well, I think that you being the next king are a sight to see.”

I stared up at him and glared at the same guy who thinks we’re family. He’s got that crazy idea that he’s my father…so, you see, I don’t have a reliable father-figure in my life. “I can’t believe you’ll say that, especially because I’m quite positive I’ll be the downfall of this kingdom.” I said bitterly.

“Why not give it a shot?” Sage asked instead.

I scoffed and that’s the end of the conversation, I hope.

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(Etain’s P.O.V.)

I’m shaking all-over as I braced myself inside Emma’s closet. Don’t you dare raise your brow at me, you sneering reader that doesn’t even understand me! Nobody loves me!

I’m not a drama queen! It’s true!

Okay, well, I might be going out of my inner calm self right now. I’m in a difficult position.

After Bryce hang up on me, I instantly tried my hardest to think of a way to make sure A doesn’t get me. I know that A is sneaky and a prized schemer, I might not stand a chance…but I’m great at hide and seek.

I even got further into the closet and hoped that the marvelous Lion from the Narnia Chronicles doesn’t dare pull me into their world. I’m not made to deal with the difficulties of fiction world!

I’m breathing heavily and all I could smell is leather and fabric trying to suffocate me right now. I currently look like a creep sniffing Emma’s wardrobe, which I might add, consists of inconspicuous amount of jeans and shirts and sweaters. She doesn’t have a fashion gene in her system, obviously. I stared with distaste at a shirt that had a logo that says ‘Who cares?’ in it. Ugh, this is worse than being stuck inside a library!

Okay Etain, let’s work on your plan here…which is non-existent! I might have to fight A with all that I have and the ridiculous stick I found behind Emma’s shoebox. I don’t know what is it but it’s there.