Chapter 14 : Messenger 2

I got in trouble.

All because that stupid lower priest spotted me In the manor, damnit.

wait, no, DARNIT.

There. I am a pure and innocent twelve-going on thirteen years old.

On another note, I haven't seen Drake in two weeks, which worries me. He didn't tell me much about his family, but what I could gather from that sadist is that they didn't really get along.

I'm worried.

Or am I?

hmmmm.

It's hard to tell, honestly.

I'm starting to think I'm bipolar; or just crazy.

I hate paperwork.

Hate hate hate.

"Think if I murdered all the priests' no one would notice?" I ask aloud, hoping for a reaction.

Just silence.

Fudge.

Sigh.

Boredom is an enemy, never a friend, goddess.

After mayyyybe...thirty more seconds of work I groaned in frustration and threw my ink and pen in the air. I shouldn't have, because now I'm covered in dark blue ink!

Well, it's a good excuse to get out of work but it's in my eye! Ow! Owowowowow.

"Damnit!" I cursed aloud.

Oh, right. Twelve.

"Shoot," I mutter, attempting to fix the situation.

Eh. Who cares. I'm alone. But it's burning now!

"Aghhhhhorbtigbeisb..." I scream as I nearly claw my eye out.

"Fuc-dge," I correct myself and I hoist myself off the ground I had...albeit admittedly dramatically thrown myself upon. Geh, I'm starting to talk like Drake. Damnit. No, darnit. Darnit. Okay. Pureness of a twelve year old!

I walked towards the direction of the door and felt around for the damn—darn, darn doorknob before slowly exiting the door and heading for the infirmary. Yes, we have one of those, and an oncall imperial doctor. Hey, it's not as if the magical holy powers we are blessed with by the goddess guarantee that healing is your forte. Besides, myself (I haven't learned healing because my damn—darn teacher is that bastard of an ex-Pope who's always on vacation!) there's only four priest(es)s who are able to heal others. Magical holy power comes in many forms and has many uses.

Whatever.

Infirmary.

I wonder if my eye is bleeding.

...can you bleed from getting ink in your eyes or is it like shampoo? I think it's more like shampoo. Hmm. Darnit, now I wish I had google to google this strange curiosity.

Infirmary. Found it. Thank the goddess.