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Episode 14

#Amazon

Harriet’s POV
In that moment, I could have died of fright.

Me, face to face with the Master, whom the whole of Amazon was terrified of. Their said he was ruthless, evil, dangerous, thoughtless, and bloodthirsty.

I shuddered, I didn’t want to think about those.

But what did he want from me? What connection did Rex have with the Masterhood, that he had to stage my capture?

The Master peered at me intently, his dark eyes boring into mine. I couldn’t even blink. The room went quiet, and no one was in ap@rt from us.

My heart rate increa-sed.

Then the corner of his eyes tilted, and I guessed he was smiling. I didn’t see he mouth, because from his nose to his chin was covered with a dark….something.

He walked backwards and stood erect, with his hands crossed behind his back.

“Well well well. So finally, I get to meet the other half of Ewan. A beauty, but dumber than I expected. Still, it’ll work for me just fine.”

Because of the covering over his mouth, his speech was somewhat muffled, but loud and threatening. It reverberated all over the dimly lit hall we were in. And I was more scared. The gag across my mouth didn’t allow me to speak.

“What a creation,” he continued, walking around me now, “that Amazon Spirits had made. I wonder if it was a dispute between them, or if it was designed.”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I didn’t un-derstand what he was getting at. I suddenly forgot my fear and got more interested in what he was saying.

He noticed my interest because he laughed an evil laughter.

“I am not saying no more.”

I took the chance to study him. He was clothed in all black from his head to his toes, and the only visible skin was his wrists, which were so pale and sporting long nails at the ti-p of his f!ngers. His skin reminded me of two other similar ones: mine, surprisingly, and someone else’s…..Rex. Could it be that they were related? Worse, could it be that I was related to them in a way? Impossible!

I began another fit of struggles in my chair, while mumbling, trying to f0rç£ speech. I wanted out of this place!

The Master st©pped in front of me and said, “Want to say something?”

I nodded hurriedly.

He snapped his f!ngers, and at once the gag disappeared. I g@sped.

I didn’t know magic existed, it terrified me the more.

“What do you want from me!?” I spat out.

“That’s a stupid question, considering you alre-ady belonged to us.”

What?

“I don’t un-derstand.”

“What I said earlier about the Spirits. There are the good ones. And there are the bad. You know, the urge an individual has to try doing something bad for the fun of it when he’s actually a good person, what do you call it? Temptation.” he took two steps forward. “But in this case, they managed an exotic combination in you, both the good, and the bad. The good, being just a spe-ck in you evident in the connection you have with the Hornbearer, and the bad, which is actually your true nature.”

Bad, my true nature? No wonder I was always inclined to do something nas-ty. Like yelling and pranking teachers, which I resolved to put an end to during the excursion. And disobeying my parents, until I turned eighteen and decided to be a bit more matured. Or being mean to boys, which explained why I never had a b©yfri£nduntil Luke…, and why Kathy always seemed intimid@t£d by me, and even Zoe’s and Ewan’s initial dislike for me.

It’s as if I always give off this ‘Bad girl coming throu-gh so step off my path or you’re dead’ aura wherever I went. I could remember when I was fourteen, in Junior high. I had threatened Martha, a clas-smate, with a knife just because she called me a show off. I always had that knife in my bag, and that was the first I’d ever expo-sed it. And the worse thing is that I actually meant to stab her. My parents were called, once mom discarded the knife, she’d always checked my bag everyday to make sure I didn’t house such things.

And on countless occasions, I’d hear her and dad wondering aloud about the kind of girl I was, and planning to s£nd me to boot camp after s£nior high.

I could feel the tears pricking as I sat in that dejected chair, listening to the most dangerous man in the city telling me that I was as dangerous as him, and with enough proofs.

“So now you know you’re not Little Red ri-ding Hood anymore, pretending to be who you’re not.”

He snapped his f!ngersagain, and the ropes that bound me fell off. I was free now, but I felt too dejected to think of moving. I wiped my eyes and looked up at him.

“Good, now you’re familiar with all these. We have people here, who are or aren’t like you, depending on if they’re behind bars. The Evillings are always around, and they stay out of sight, but they are always alerted when anyb©dy tries to do anything good. I’ll leave you in the hand of Rex, he’ll take yes on whatever you should know.”

As if on cue, Rex c@m£ into the room, dressed completely in black too. Now, he didn’t look like the Rex I knew, but like an evil as-sistant, the one’s I see on movies. His eyes were cold and ha-rd .

“Come,” he said plainly.
I stood up immediately and followed him. He led me throu-gh a corridor, as dark as most places, and to a room.

“That will be yours, and be expecting a girl called Tamina anytime soon. She’ll be your companion. When you’re well settled, meet me in the hall.”

Before I could say a thing, he vanished in a puff of black smoke, leaving me as confused and as scared as I’ve never been.

I fell face down on the be-d, and cried.

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Episode 15

tearstained pillow. Wait, why on earth am I clas-sifying it as ‘MY?’, when I really hate this place?

A knock sounded on the door, ma-king me look up from the tearstained pillow I la-id on. I ignored it the first time, but it c@m£ again. Using the hem of my cloth, I wiped my face and ru-bbe-d it repeatedly to take away the teary look. No matter what, I won’t show weakness to this people. I won’t let them see that they got the best of me.

At the door knob, I hesitated. What if it was a monster?

“Who are you?” I called out.

“It’s Tamina,” c@m£ the reply in a kind, sweet voice. I hurriedly opened it to see who could own such a voice. It was a girl, about my age if not a year or two older. She was average height, in contrast to my tallness, and her skin was pale too. Her blonde hair was done in ringlets and made to fall just below her n£¢k. She had dark eyes, pointy nose, and smalll-ips that was now curled into a smile.

“I was s£nt to you. Can I come in?”

I stepped aside to grant her entry, and shut the door.

“You’re Harriet, right?”

I nodded.

“The Young Master s£nt me here. I’m to–”

“Young Master?” I interrupted with a puzzled expression.

“Yes, Rex. He’s the Master’s heir.”

What a fool I’ve been!

“So, he s£nt me to teach you all you nee-d to know about the Masterhood.”

I nodded.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know anything about this dre-adful place where all was gloomy and the sun didn’t shine, and monstrous creatures prowled all over.

But if what the Master said was true, which I know it is, sadly, then I’m one of them, and I have to do this.

We both sat on the be-d. She began, and I listened…..

“The Master started out as a normal young Amazonian, with an unquenchable thirst for adventures, and power. He spent all his life studying about the Amazonian Spirits, how they c@m£ to be the Guardians.

Day by dar, his quest for power increa-sed. He wanted to be like them, and more. So he began to plot. He journeyed all over, into the darkest most dangerous forests, caves, and dwellings. Gathering up pieces of information as he went.

Back then, all the people of Amazon was blessed with a little form of magic, called Chi. It was like their life f0rç£, and was really helpful.

So, the Master, he stumbled upon a hidden cave during one of his travels. He went in, and discovered that it was a form of Ancient archive. All the histories of the spirits, of Amazon, was buried there. And that was where he discovered the secret to capturing them. He had help of course, from a tourist, who brou-ght information from the modern world too. Together, they captured the Spirits, used their magic for evil, and turned people evil as well.

Once the Spirits were captured, darkness reigned. Destruction occurred, because he had the power now. He ended up killing the tourist who as-sisted him, because he wanted everything to himself.

He captured people, and turned them into Evillings, the monsters you see all around, and they are s£nt occasionally to wreck havoc on the people.

The son c@m£. By accident. One of the captive maiden he sle-pt with got pregnant. He wanted to kill the child and mother, but the sound of an heir thri-lled him, someone he could have by his side in all his mas-sacre. So he kept the child, Rex, and killed the mother…..”

“….He began teaching Rex his evil ways, and before long, he was as bad as his father.

Now there is only one thing keeping The Master from completely destroying Amazon and taking over.”

She paused for effect, and I had to ask, “What’s that?”

“The Harmony Horn.”

I gulped.

Juliante mentioned something about that. It’ll be so terrible if the Master gets it.

“That can’t happen!” I exclaimed.

She laughed a witchy laugh, and I was f0rç£d to be reminded that she was also one of them, which made her unconcerned about anything good. She just looked so innocent and cute.

“So, how’d you get here?” I asked.

“Captured, f0rç£d to join the Hood. Like the monsters you saw. But they aren’t that way. They morph when ever they detect a good thing about to happen, which is why you have to be very careful, Harriet. You’re one of us, so you act like us.”

She stood up, walked to the wardrobe that I didn’t notice was there, and brou-ght out a black long dress and threw it to me.

“Wear that. Rex asked that I take you to the hall to meet him.”

Against my wish, I wore the dress, and followed her.

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#Happy: Ok guys, all the history stuff that made the story boring is over, we are now returning back to the real story. And hey, buckle your seatbelt and gr-ab unto your popcorn like its your last, because we’re going on an exciting ride!!!

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I met Rex in the hall.

Tamina had alre-ady left.

He was looking throu-gh some really hvge books that were on an old but polished oak table.

At the sound of my footfall, he looked up and turned to me.

“How are you?” he asked.

Instantly I frowned. He has the nerve to ask me that, after he set me up to be captured, and kept stringing me along with his oh-so-charming act. I should have listened to Ewan when he said I shouldn’t trust Rex.
Ewan.

How I’ve missed him.

I wonder what he’s doing, is he waiting up for me to return, or is he angry that I walked out on him after that k!sswe shared? That lovely k!ssthat had my insides go watery. At the moment it caught me by surprise but then—

“Harriet?” Rex called, breaking into my thought.

My frown de-epened as I stared at him with so much hatred I didn’t know I had. I kept silent.

“What’s wrong? You mad at me?”

“Mad doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m furious, angry and full of hate for you right now. How could you!”

I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and folded my arms across my che-st. The action reminded me of that night when Ewan and I were awake in the kitchen, when I’d gone to take a drink of water and ended up choking, and he c@m£—

“You don’t get to try that. You belong here, learn to accept it,” Rex said, interrupting my thought. Again.

Aagh!

“Look here Rex, I’m stuck here because of some stupid theory that Mr master–”

“The Master,” he corrected, sporting a small sm-irk and a small frown at the same time.

“Whatever. But I’m not gonna involve myself in your evil–”

“Shh,” he said and placed a f!nger on myl-ip. “Didn’t Tamina tell you about the Evillings? Your defying attitude can be amounted to something good, so st©p being so dramatic.”

Adnairax
Just then I looked around me, and sp©tted a wolf of a man staring at me intently. I gulped, and slowly took his f!nger away from myl-ip.

“Whatever,” I said again.

He shook his head.

“So you’re bent on hating me, eh?”

I huffed. “Nope, alre-ady do.”

He chuckled. “We’re stuck here. Together. It’s just a matter of time before I make you reverse that decision.”

He walked closer to me, and planted a soft, lingering k!sson my cheek, before wi-nking and walking out.

I stood there and held my cheek, in a daze.

And yes, I’m super confused now.

What was that for?

To be continued