How is everyone enjoying the story so far? Good? Bad? Boring...? :( I hope not. I would like to know you're take on the story thus far. You know, so my performance can enhance...? Right. Well, perhaps this story does not "rest" with you if you're in to other genres of stories (which I have, fortunately) However, I won't start another until I hear some feed back from this one.
By the way, I was so excited to see that we have Life cereal now. (One of my favs!) <3
Mkay! Chapter 7!!!!!
Chapter 7: Cassius
"I am called Cassius. Take a moment to observe my mustache..."
Shensé gently shrunk inside himself as this mysterious being spoke to him. It was creepy enough to listen, so why take the chance and continue to stare at what Shensé claimed to be death personified?
"C-cassius? What a different name."
"Compared to yours? I had surely hoped that you would redeem yourself with courage to take the focus off such an unmanly name."
This upset Shensé. And it managed to take his mind off of the fear for that moment.
"Excuse me?"
"Your actions throughout have been proven utterly distasteful and full of irrationality."
"What does that have to do with my name, sir?"
"...Everything."
Cassius took another step toward him, reminding Shensé of the fear once more. His boot sounded heavy...and painful, Shensé thought.
"You must be able to demonstrate what you are, leaving a good impression upon others that they may remember such a hero's name..."
"Hero?"
".....yes, hero. But with what I have observed..." Cassius moved his eyes as if possessed...although it was all Shensé could focus on in the dark of the night. His silhouette even had an "expressive" gesture to it.
"I am beginning to wonder if you really are the hero..." he finished.
"Eh?"
Cassius sighed turning his body to the moon. The light licked his cheek, but to Shensé nothing could be seen. How enigmatic. Standing in front of Shensé speaking, moving...and yet nothing seen before light.
"You are not ready then. That is my other conclusion..."
"...I...I don't understand. Not prepared for what? Tell me! I wish not to this game of guessing--"
"A game?? Do you HONESTLY think this a game? Release me and you will know!!"
Shensé cowered inside, but was still gazing at the majestic mustache upon what was his face. Cassius dispersed quickly back into Shensé's shadow, leaving the echo of his thunderous voice. Not soon after was Ganadella storming from out of her quarters and climbing up the ladder to the deck. She held a lantern within her left hand, resting the other hand on her hip.
"Shouting for help are we?"
Her accent was even profound. Shensé was beginning to question everything at this point. Could Ganadella really be a pirate from a cursed land? She surely did not sound royal and prestigious anymore.
"Don't think for an instant that I'm letting you free! Can't have you jumping over board, eh?" she laughed.
"Why were you making a fuss anyway? Speak up!"
Shensé considered telling the truth. She might slap him "for lying and such" before considering what he would say. He only stared at her between the moon's light and its shadow.
"Well??"
"...I am falling ill and hungry."
"Psh! And?" she continued to laugh, holding her stomach.
Shensé gently scowled. He wanted to mope and drop his head, but after what just happened...he tried a different reaction...which she noticed.
"Hm. Guess it is time to show you your cabin. Besides, can't be attracting sirens and such."
She walked over to him and broke the ropes with her hand...Shensé noted that.
He soon stood and rubbed his arms and shook his legs. They had fallen asleep.
"Follow along, noodle legs." she giggled.
Shensé only grimaced and slowly followed. He felt a sudden exhaustion as he climbed to the bottom of the deck. Ganadella was waiting by a door grinning ear to ear again.
"Come along, sloppy joe. Your bed awaits."
His tired eyes turned to slits as the light from his room glared back at him. Ganadella firmly pushed him inside and leaned against the frame of the door smiling.
"A beauty, isn't she?"
Shensé had stumbled against the red bed with golden accents within the middle of the fairly large room. Red orange walls swirled about like an artist's dream creation. The red velvet carpet shimmered under his shoes. Two vintage wall candles rested on opposite sides on the bed as other simple candles were placed on the cherry wood night stand, wardrobe and vanity. A room for a prince.
"This...this is mine?" he asked with a tired voice.
"Too womanly for you?"
"Non...very classic..."
Ganadella snickered.
"I'll have a pot pie sent in through that tiny door."
She pointed to a small square door beside his window.
"The bell will ring when it has arrived."
Shensé stroked the covers of the bed, resembling a curious child. His kind face turned to Ganadella gently smiling.
"...thank you, Ganadella..."
She shrugged and tilted her head.
"It's nothing. Just make sure to appreciate everything here...and sleep well."
With those last words, she had closed the door behind her slightly blushing. Such a sincere face. If only he had not looked at her that way.
"C-cassius? What a different name."
"Compared to yours? I had surely hoped that you would redeem yourself with courage to take the focus off such an unmanly name."
This upset Shensé. And it managed to take his mind off of the fear for that moment.
"Excuse me?"
"Your actions throughout have been proven utterly distasteful and full of irrationality."
"What does that have to do with my name, sir?"
"...Everything."
Cassius took another step toward him, reminding Shensé of the fear once more. His boot sounded heavy...and painful, Shensé thought.
"You must be able to demonstrate what you are, leaving a good impression upon others that they may remember such a hero's name..."
"Hero?"
".....yes, hero. But with what I have observed..." Cassius moved his eyes as if possessed...although it was all Shensé could focus on in the dark of the night. His silhouette even had an "expressive" gesture to it.
"I am beginning to wonder if you really are the hero..." he finished.
"Eh?"
Cassius sighed turning his body to the moon. The light licked his cheek, but to Shensé nothing could be seen. How enigmatic. Standing in front of Shensé speaking, moving...and yet nothing seen before light.
"You are not ready then. That is my other conclusion..."
"...I...I don't understand. Not prepared for what? Tell me! I wish not to this game of guessing--"
"A game?? Do you HONESTLY think this a game? Release me and you will know!!"
Shensé cowered inside, but was still gazing at the majestic mustache upon what was his face. Cassius dispersed quickly back into Shensé's shadow, leaving the echo of his thunderous voice. Not soon after was Ganadella storming from out of her quarters and climbing up the ladder to the deck. She held a lantern within her left hand, resting the other hand on her hip.
"Shouting for help are we?"
Her accent was even profound. Shensé was beginning to question everything at this point. Could Ganadella really be a pirate from a cursed land? She surely did not sound royal and prestigious anymore.
"Don't think for an instant that I'm letting you free! Can't have you jumping over board, eh?" she laughed.
"Why were you making a fuss anyway? Speak up!"
Shensé considered telling the truth. She might slap him "for lying and such" before considering what he would say. He only stared at her between the moon's light and its shadow.
"Well??"
"...I am falling ill and hungry."
"Psh! And?" she continued to laugh, holding her stomach.
Shensé gently scowled. He wanted to mope and drop his head, but after what just happened...he tried a different reaction...which she noticed.
"Hm. Guess it is time to show you your cabin. Besides, can't be attracting sirens and such."
She walked over to him and broke the ropes with her hand...Shensé noted that.
He soon stood and rubbed his arms and shook his legs. They had fallen asleep.
"Follow along, noodle legs." she giggled.
Shensé only grimaced and slowly followed. He felt a sudden exhaustion as he climbed to the bottom of the deck. Ganadella was waiting by a door grinning ear to ear again.
"Come along, sloppy joe. Your bed awaits."
His tired eyes turned to slits as the light from his room glared back at him. Ganadella firmly pushed him inside and leaned against the frame of the door smiling.
"A beauty, isn't she?"
Shensé had stumbled against the red bed with golden accents within the middle of the fairly large room. Red orange walls swirled about like an artist's dream creation. The red velvet carpet shimmered under his shoes. Two vintage wall candles rested on opposite sides on the bed as other simple candles were placed on the cherry wood night stand, wardrobe and vanity. A room for a prince.
"This...this is mine?" he asked with a tired voice.
"Too womanly for you?"
"Non...very classic..."
Ganadella snickered.
"I'll have a pot pie sent in through that tiny door."
She pointed to a small square door beside his window.
"The bell will ring when it has arrived."
Shensé stroked the covers of the bed, resembling a curious child. His kind face turned to Ganadella gently smiling.
"...thank you, Ganadella..."
She shrugged and tilted her head.
"It's nothing. Just make sure to appreciate everything here...and sleep well."
With those last words, she had closed the door behind her slightly blushing. Such a sincere face. If only he had not looked at her that way.
