Mated To The Queen Of The Sea

Another war period came.

Everyone was still in confusion and never knew what next to do, to save himself. So, I thought it was fine I became more intimate with Clara, if only to be protected rather than being self-strong.

It was a very bright morning when we heard a knock on our door. We stood up the same time to see the person at the doorside.

Funnily, it took us about two minutes to unbolt the door since, it was locked hard. It was said by the lady – Clara, that she did so, on purpose. She narrated to me about the day she and her mother – Gelie, was robbed by a ghost white, and went on to tell me that, the ghost whites had the power to rob anyone, if they had their way into them.

They actually did have their way into Clara’s house then. The robbery attack was so severe that she started shivering and facing her mother several times, to confirm whether she had fainted or not.

Clara was an interesting friend indeed!

By the way she always explained her life story to me, she was being sincere, real, reasonable, optimistic and memorious. She even once told me her mother named her Clara because, her skin was very clear.

Clara and Gelie finally made it out of the haunted house and fled, in the middle of the night. Clara even managed to remember it was exactly 1:00am. I wondered what way they would have taken that, those ghost whites wouldn’t have known and passed, too.

Because, ghost whites were beings that had a very strong intuitive intellect. They could know what you were thinking, by your last words. Whenever they paused you from speaking around them, they would gather the discussion you must have made with other humans, and decide the philosophical conclusion.

Coldier was also once attacked by these ghost whites, while he was drinking a ginger drink. It was said that, as he was holding the drink bottle when a giant ghost white appeared. The being sprang up on him and wounded him, until he ran away and fell off the Rukuna Bridge (A dangerous spot which had a large space for ocean, rocks and precious stones – whoever fell over would die there).Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I remembered that was how Coldier died.

So, Gelie shivered till she died, too. Because, we discovered that those ghost whites would always cause humans to shiver. It meant that, Coldier had long shivered around till he fell off. And, people also said that, whenever the victims were shivering or shaking, they could never talk, hear, cry nor feel anything.

I said inside of me that, I would be the one that would finally destroy their powers. That was when I started discovering and inventing theses and principles. I once got the truth that, if you didn’t give ghost whites space to enter into your house, they wouldn’t enter. They had no strength to bulge into your abode, without you giving a way, especially one you never knew.

Clara later told me that, their door was open the day these beings dealt with them. So, I purported the Allowance Principle of Ghosts and said: ‘Give a door to a ghost white and go through long numb shivers to fatigue.’

“I know of the law; the Allowance Principle of Ghosts, which made me know that, ghost whites worked with access” she unleashed.

“Oh, by one Herdy Mell, right?”

“Yes, someone that looked too much like you do” she answered additively.

“Herdy Mell is me, Clara” I revealed.

“Oh, really?” She exclaimed, in question.

“Yes, I’m Herdy Mell, the son of the blue goddess”

“So, I’m going to have a Celebrity as my life partner?!” She thought, and spoke out.

“Life partner?” I asked.

“Don’t you know what that means?” She asked me.

“I do, but hope….”

“You can’t copulate, right?”

“Hmm….”

“Listen to me, you’re going to play live game to me and, it will be as I wish and want, sweetheart” she assured me.

“As you wish and want, sweetheart” I repeated, bowing sarcastically to her.

“Stop this, babe!” She said, smiling hard.

“Hahaha, I never thought I can be this funny, though”

“You’re as funny as sexy” she asserted.

“Thank you, mamma”

“Don’t call me mamma, babe” she retorted.

“Okay, let’s see if another being is at the door” I stated funnily. We checked the door to see if anyone was there. So that, we wouldn’t be deceived another time like then. Nobody was at the door when we were unlocking it. It was only the wind.

“So, how hot will this new war be?”

“Did you say Neo-War?” I questioned.

“Whatever people call it, I mean, this new war period”

“Ih Battazlio Moderno, Dion!” I cried.

Actually, what I meant was, “The Modern/New War, Lord!” It was more like saying, “Oh Lord, help us in this new war period/epoch.”

“Do you know Moderno didn’t die and, did you ever know what led to Battazlio’s misfortune?” Clara asked.

This question was a hard nut to crack. I didn’t know what to reply with, at all. The next thing I remembered I started doing was murmuring.

“Ha… Ermm… Hmmm….”

“Hahaha….” Clara laughed.

“So, what can you say about the war?”

“Why not let me stop laughing, first?” She asked funnily.

“Come off this and answer my question!”

I thought I was angry with her for asking such a funny and indirectly rude question so, I left where she was and slept off.

Four hours later, I woke up and met no one beside me. I actually thought she was with me in bed. The sweat I saw all over my body startled me.

“What has happened to me?” I asked myself.

I never even considered Clara to be someone who might have wounded or hurt me, in reality or in my dream. After all, she never did such since we met. What surprised me more was how much my body was wet and oily.

“Oily means something, doesn’t it? What has happened to me?” I asked myself again.

Soon, she was with me in that bed so, I asked her what must have happened, that made me appear that wet.

“Sweetheart, why am I oily?”

“Oh, I just had sex with you….”

What did Clara just say now? Hope it wasn’t what I heard her say? I hope she didn’t mean this strange confession of hers? I hope she actually didn’t mean such?

“What did you say?”

“Herdy, it’s been long we have been dating, you know….”

“Says who?”

“No worries, I already had a love game with you, I mean it” she confessed again, as she seemed to be telling the truth.

“You mean, you slept with me?”

“Yes, love” she answered.

“Well, I know” I lied.

How come someone had sex with me, without my knowledge or permission? Just, how come? Clara was still my girlfriend and not my wife. We weren’t due for marriage, at all. I needed to know her more and better, before even thinking of making her my queen.

“It means my power has been doubled since I did sleep with a woman already?” I asked myself.

It might not be so, though.