Snippet #962931

I wish I had the ability to hold back chuckles, but unfortunately my greatest weakness is the fact I can not sustain my laughter even when I should be angry or sad. My brother here happened to make my unwanted laughter emerge. At least he admitted the fact he knew nothing of the government; that of course would be something he would have to change if he wished to become a ruler of any sort. Of course to my happy self he also caused my laughter to halt; I did remember. Maybe he had forgotten whom my teacher was, and she does not keep herself from showing all of the country's history event he grotesque parts.

Still though there had to be some other way; something we haven't tried. "I know I am being selfish Justin but there has to be something we haven't tried before. I just don't want to give my life up to marry my worst enemy without knowing it was the only option." I bit my lip; I wasn't going to cry not now not ever. I did enough of that as a kid. Plus this was no time to be cying; this was a time to destroy something in unyielding anger.

The doors were now in sight and a small and mischievious smile lit my face. I took the Latern of the front of the broom and prooceeded to hold it behind me; it was in a position that could easily allow me to swing it forward. I chuckled evily and i said in the most violent tone, "Silovit Buča."

My lantern was quickly swelled in magic and slowly a translucent but still solid and rediculously powerful outer shell formed. The shell looked exactly like the lantern but much larger and obviously more ghostly. Then I simply swung it forward; the doors never stood a chance. Both went flying forward in hundreds if not thousands of little pieces leaving me on my broom stick with lantern in hand (though the lantern had lost the magical spell after being used).

Only one person was in the throne room at this time and that was the queen and my mother: Medeia. She did not look happy or amused to say the least; her crimson eyes were narrowed into slits, her lips were pursed, and one could see her jaw moving due to the grinding she was preforming. "Zoraida your magic is not to be used for you to destroy my doors with. A knock would have sufficed just fine, though I doubt it would have been as dramatic." with these words Medeia snapped her fingers and the wooden shards now on the ground were placed back in the doorway and reformed into the doors; as though nothing had happend. Of course this upset me; all that energy used and for what? Nothing at all that's what.

Once Medeia was satisfied with her handy work she proceeded to stroke her pet Kakiru: the pinkish thing seemed utterly content with this simple action. Her other pet Tommy was on the queen's otherside; the umbrella cat was currently closed and leaning against the throne. He was also mewing in obvious jealousy that Kakiru was being petted and he wasn't. This action was quickly halted by a sharp glare from both Medeia and I.

"Mom I want an explanation! This marriage thing is rediculous; and whoever came up with this idea is an idiot! Surely you can't go through with this; you won't let me!" I yelled in determination to prove my point and show I had no intention of marrying a demon. Medeia lifted and eyebrow; she still appeared frustrated.

"Zoraida, my child, I was the one whom came up with this plan of action." I couldn't help myself I gasped in horror and surprise. My own mother had done this to me.