Brawlii

Day 39:

I know there is a gap, but I had the flight. Then I had to find a place to stay in our domain. Of course I can’t give an exact location. I wouldn’t ever do that. It is against the rules, and that is one rule I will always follow. Besides, there is no use in telling a simple minded human that anyway, they’d still never find it.

I have a lot to do. I will leave this to be published in the room I am staying in. I will leave it in my will. This story will be told, and published. As fiction, of course. Probably as a young adult story. It does not matter. Not as long as the story is told.

Goodbye.

Day 42:

Damn it.

Don’t worry, I will tell you what happened.

Even though I should be gone by now.

Damn it.

I went to the council early in the morning on the 40th day. It was a pleasent enough day to die. I waited in the “waiting” room for two hours before the receptionist finally told me I was allowed to go back. I was emitted into a large circular room. There was grand chairs lining one side of the room. The council members sat in those chairs solemnly. They looked like they were carved from stone. Infinite beauty.

“What do you need Deville?” asked a bored looking brawlii woman.

“I come for one simple thing,” I say.

“What is this?” asked a man.

“I wish you to kill someone,” I tell them.

“Surely, you do not mean yourself?” asked the head councilmen.

“At first, that was my intent. Now I see the error in that. I have much to do. Now, I have the person who wronged me in mind.”

“Who is that?”

“Oivhure Juyolle.”

I know, it seems harsh. That is how the world works. Something wrong is done to you, they will have something done to them. It is only fair. They bid me to come back in two days. So I left. What else could I do? I did nothing but sit and think about my life. I went through and brought up every memory I can recall. Which is every day of my life.

The ones I drew up of the real Crennik were painful to recall. Then the ones I drew up from Oivhure were even worse. Then I recalled the recent ones with Hiyyeth. They were sweet, and fun. I decided I didn’t like that. I was supposed to hate Hiyyeth. He never did anything for me. Except maybe held me when I needed it.. He was alright. Maybe someday he would read this and know I was thankful, for I shall never say it to his face.

I went back on the appointed day. Today. I sat in the waiting room for five minutes before I was called into the room. What they had to say didn’t take long.

“The boy shall live.”

“Why?” I asked.

“He doesn’t deserve to die.”

“Says you,” I mumbled. I was definitely not happy.

“Dismissed,” they said at once. I started to protest, but was all but thrown out of the building.

Maybe I’d have to kill him myself.