Tell me memwell

Memwell stood before the Lord.....he'd never entered the throne room before...he knew that slaves weren't supposed to step a foot in here ..it was a taboo ..at least...that's what they thought...

As his feet savoured the softness of the rugged floor..... he could tell that these four walls and the floor and ceiling carried magic...he felt immense power roar through his veins but he was holding back his balance not to fall to his feet.

had the lord brought him in here to punish him? what was it going on? had he been allowed into this isolated place because he had been uplifted? but the blood running through his veins hadn't changed...he realized the power in his veins were more of a curse than a blessing....he was feeling he'd burst too.... and explode into nothingness ..he couldn't take it anymore and he fell on his face. there were beads of sweat all over him ...he felt like the temperature here was hot but on the contrary it was cold .was it just to him alone? what was this magic?

"tell me what you see...."came lord Philip's voice

wait! what?! did the myth just ask him for a vision? what really was going on? 'but I can't even see anything' he was soliloquizing...he couldn't really find his voice...he felt like he was pushed into hell...the beads of sweat had turned into a stream flowing over him and soaking him wet like he was drenched in a lake....

"tell me what you see..."came the Lord's agonizing voice...louder than it was before

"but I can't see anyth..."before he could complete his statement...he grew out a tail...a very small sized tail...too small... like that of a small fish... not a mermaids tail...

what the hell? memwell's legs had completely disappeared and replaced with the tail of a small goldfish ... memwell couldn't believe it... luscious took two steps backwards

'he was a fish?' his tail was so magnificent.

memwell couldn't believe his eyes...lord Philip didn't look surprised at all

wait what?! he knew this would happen? was that why slaves weren't allowed in the throne room here in Mariposa? where all slaves fishes? what was it that was going on? why couldn't he remember a thing? why did he not know he was a fish?

"tell me what you see memwell..."came the Lord's voice the third time...more demanding.. more agonizing...more desperate... now how was he going to tell the lord he couldn't see anything....?!

"my lord...king Philip...the slave is as confused as I am" came luscious' voice... luscious had been so confused that his expression was so focused on memwell...he hadn't known that memwell was a fish...! not just a fish ..a gold fish?! as he thought more on it...gold fishes were a symbol of good luck and good fortune...was that why he'd experienced more luck each time memwell was around him? was that why he'd grown so attached to memwell? wait !? was that why the shadow immediately left ones it sensed memwell's presence when the shadow first visited him? and was that why like a magnet he'd drawn and clung to memwell?! ...

Luscious' head was a mess as he came up with these million and one rhetorics...all his soliloquies were pulling him to the edge of the cliff ....but his expression glued to the slave who remained plastered on the floor... memwell's face was painted with sheer confusion...the man was lost...all he did was stare at his undersized goldfish tail.

luscious hadn't noticed that Philip for the first time in three days had descended his throne and was standing behind memwell...he placed his hands on memwell's shoulders and the man underneath him jerked ....his eyes immediately glued to the ceiling and he became still like a statue ...one that Medusa's eyes had made. ..his eyes simultaneously turned golden

"I see you..."came Philip's creep tone sending shivers down luscious' spine... luscious needed explanation ..what was going on?

"I am the little goldfish sent by the lord supreme...lord Allen...to go and protect the damsel..."memwell was saying ..he looked like he was unconscious yet his voice was evident...so loud like a trumpet echoing repeatedly as he said those words

"and?"Philip asked

"I'd lost my way and strayed into the land of Mariposa... and I forgot what it was my mission.."

"someone came after you..."

"Kimberly... the bird! ....sent by the late lady's mother... queen Monica's mother...to destroy the damsel..."

"and?!"

"she had failed ...the damsel possessed more power than expected that with or without her memory...she could not be killed by a mere bird ..an owl. .."

"who sent Kimberly? "

"the Queen's mother.... Bianca...she'd made lots of advances...the queen had killed Kimberly because she knew what it was Kimberly's mission..."

lord Philip ". . ."

before he was able to find his voice again... memwell fell ...his tail disappeared and was replaced with his legs .. but he remained unconscious in his pool of sweat

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