MaxSo, I was sitting at the dining room table, right? It was this big posh supper that my mom had been planning for what seemed all her life. All the biggest names in all the kingdoms were there. The table was ginormous- we’re talking 100 chairs. I was sat in between two princesses from Forestia. They both had been talking my ear for about 30 minutes, telling me how ‘fabulous’ they were and how they’d been looking forward to meeting for ‘for like, ever’. Blegh. What’s with princesses today? Like, did they just one day stop going to finishing school and were like “You know what? Screw this. I’m gonna be a rude brat. That sounds like much more fun than learning how to tuck my napkin into my skirt.”
Antisocial, Pt. 1
Antisocial, Pt. 1
I can’t be one to talk, though. I’ve been basically glaring at my wine cup for this whole dinner so far. I was forced to wear this blue frilly shirt, and it was really itchy. To be honest, I just wanted to be back in my lab. I’ve been working on this amazing experiment where I’m trying to see how many different types of explosions I can create with different chemicals. So far I’ve made 6. I’ve been a scientist for as long as I can remember. My family doesn’t approve, though. They think I should be more like my brother Alexander and start trying to court ladies. But what’s the point in that? I’ve tried to court exactly one lady in my sixteen years on this earth, and I wound up with a bruised heart and eye. I didn’t try again to flirt, because I’m too busy anyway. Plus, girls around here are way more interested in ball gowns and their hair than science experiments.
One exception to that is my maid friend Riley. She’s helped me gather ingredients for my experiments before, and actually seemed interested in the results. But I’d never try to court her. For one, my parents would flip their lids, and for another thing, Riley’s been secretly dating the stable boy for years. They’re kind of cute, actually. He got her flowers a couple of weeks ago, and I gave her an old book because she wanted to press them to keep them forever. I’m not jealous or anything, obviously. That’d be stupid.
Anyway, where was I? Oh right, dinner. It was boring as usual, until something extraordinary happened. I stabbed my lamb with my fork, just about to take a big bite of it when I heard this voice in my head. Now, it’s not unusual for me to hear voices in my head. I tend to talk myself through everything. It helps me to focus. But this voice didn’t sound like my voice. It was a young girl’s voice- high pitched and scared.
“HELP!!! Don’t let him take me! Don’t let him kill them!”
Suddenly, the inside of my eyeballs pulsed with pain. I grabbed my ears, which had begun to ring. My head felt like it was going to explode. All I could hear was that young voice.
The princesses on either side of me touched my biceps, trying to see what was wrong with me. I tried to tell them, but my tongue tasted like metal, and felt just as hard. I couldn’t form sentences, couldn’t see anything. My vision was blurring, the ringing in my ears starting to become a shrill. My mind shouted at me from all directions.
“HELP- HELP- HELP”
I begun to bang my head on the table, just trying to get the voice out of my head. She needed help, and I couldn’t do anything. Again and again I thrusted my head onto the hardwood table. I could vaguely hear people shouting at me, but most of my head was taken up by the yelling. 'I need to help her' I thought through the pain. My chair screetched as I pushed it back from the table, still holding my haid in my hands. I ran out of the dining room, through the sitting room, out the castle gates, and outside to the gardens. I didn't stop running until my head stopped ringing, the voice still calling me.
I looked up and saw the strangest thing I'd ever seen. There was a floating girl up in the stars! She didn't seem totally there, though. Almost like she was smoke or steam, her figure wavered with the wind. She called to me, reaching out her arms. She looked around the age of eleven. She had dark brown skin, with thick black hair that cascaded down her shoulders and down her back in messy waves, full of dirt. Her face was full of scratches and dirt, with a look of raw fear plastered on it.
"I need you to help me. Build the machine. Go to the dimensions. Find the others. Save us. We're all counting on you."
She blinked hard, and wiped underneath her eyes. She then set her jaw with ditermination, and waved her hands in front of her. Her figure wavered and sputtered out, gone with the wind.
I continued to stare up at the sky, dumbfounded. I had no idea what any of this meant, but I knew one thing.
I had to help that girl, no matter what it took.
And with that, I promptly passed out into the cold night grass.
God, I'm a loser.
But at least now I'm a loser with purpose.
To be continued...