I uhm… I’m sorry for asking for money from you so much, but you see, it was needed because I haven’t used much of mine.” “I have been setting aside most of my money for something like this. “Weeeellll… At the risk of making you mad,” Sean started, shrinking down into himself slightly as Annabelle’s glare grew worse. We don’t have money to buy us any sort of training or armor or equipment, let alone rations for the trip!”
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“So, if you are dead-set on getting to this supposed throne of stardust, what exactly do you have in mind for a plan? Neither of us knows the way, neither of us knows how to use a sword or anything of the sort for protection. “Then ignore it,” Annabelle huffed with finality before she crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, but that wouldn’t have you blushing.” “Other than your theatrical antics of going into a poisonous forest to have me sit on a fabled throne!” “Nothing,” she was quick to reply too quick for her own liking. “Ah, well, you see, I was being very serious,” Sean chuckled slightly as he let go of Annabelle’s hand, though he raised a brow when he noticed her blushing. A motion that, for some reason, set the female elf’s cheeks ablaze. “Well-Yes! Yes, I did!” She didn’t realize she was shouting until Sean covered her mouth with his hand. “You have got to be kidding me,” Annabelle exclaimed as she stared at the other elf with wide eyes. There was no way the servant was serious about actually traveling to the forest to have her sit on the throne in the middle of the miasma. They checked over everything one last time before hurrying back into the kitchen for more.Īnnabelle gave Sean a look that said they would continue their conversation later, after they were finished setting the tables, and she was determined to not give in to his little jest. Several cooks rushed out of the kitchens carrying dishes to the table, setting them down in perfect arrangement among the plates and cups and silverware that were all laid out. “You worry too much, Belle,” Sean told her with a grin before the two of them fell silent. “What makes you think a couple of Elven servants to humans would be fine going into a poisonous forest when so many others have perished? Those that lived to tell the tale ended up changing and dying of horrible deaths a few days after they returned.” The curse of the undead as they call it.” “You know, turns them into mindless creatures that feast about on anything living that wanders in. “Uhm, Sean, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but when I said the miasma changes people, it literally changes them.” Annabelle raised a brow. “And you honestly think I’m that queen…” Annabelle said. “They say the true Queen can claim the Throne of Stardust and will cure the forest.” Sean chuckled as he shook his head, his red ringlet curls bouncing with the motion. “Besides, the miasma changes anything that goes into it.” “You’re crazy,” she said, brushing a part of blonde hair behind a darker-skinned ear. “Besides, anything has to be better than this life, even the miasma.” He glanced behind himself into the kitchens where the cooks were still rushing around before looking at Annabelle. “What, you don’t think it wouldn’t be better than this life?” Sean asked as plates and silverware clattered against the table. Annabelle was sure she would still feel the bump there for a week. Of course, they had gotten carried away in casual conversation until a cook whacked the back of both of their heads with a wooden spoon. The two servants were busy setting up the dinner table for the royal feast that would take place in less than an hour, and they had a whole other table to set. “You want me to join you on a wild adventure into the miasma? Are you serious?” Annabelle hissed angrily towards Sean, trying not to attract the attention of the cooks. The animals that stayed behind had changed to nightmarish creatures one could only dream about. Until the rightful Queen took the throne and cleared away the miasma, the enchanted forest would sing no more. All who saw it and lived were changed, however, becoming hollowed husks of who they once were, mindless zombies after they spoke of it. Though few saw it and lived to tell the tale, it became known as the Throne of Stardust. In the middle of the miasma was a throne that shimmered and shone with a brilliance of no other the brilliance of a galaxy. A place of deadwood and spiders, and horrific things that scream in the night. It swept its way through the forest, once magical and alive, and turned it into a desolate, empty woodland. The miasma seemed to come from nowhere, from nothing. The ones that sensed danger had all left before. The animals were silent those that remained, anyway. The forest wept silent tears of nothing as the miasma flowed between its tall cedarwood trees.