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A true horror story😔

Universal Events: 10 Boys, One Crown, One Down

CHAPTER TWO: ONE ANOTHER

Chapter One

TW(FOR THE ENTIRE BOOK): (Violent) Death, intense gore, depression, slight ableism (SOMETIMES)Keep reading

NNAMDI'S PERSPECTIVE

I knew this could end badly. Confronting someone as hotheaded as Kaede may result in making him angrier, but this didn't mean he was a lost cause. He's an unpredictable person that takes a little bit longer to understand than others, that's all.

I leisurely strolled down the brick road leading to the garden, the white metal arch adorned with flowers of all varieties and thick, thorny vines dipping down a little too low for my tastes— even if I did have to jump to touch them— woven around the frame. Around them, there were rows upon rows of colorful bushes, peaceful and unmoving. The entire gravel space was decorated with a variety of plants, from sensitive flowers to the ginormous oak tree that stretched out in the middle of the garden that housed all kinds of wildlife. I kept my eyes peeled for the odd one out, in all black hunched over a raised garden bed and nodding his head to the beat of his favorite band.

After pacing around the maze of blood red poppies, trying to navigate the maze of flora as they flowers taunted me with their peacefulness, after coming out the way I came in twice followed by quiet cursing, I would up on the other side of a secondary arch surrounded by hydrangeas. This part of the garden seemed a little better, the hyacinth plants were much shorter and more spread out— and certainly less abusive on the eyes with their soft color. For a moment, it was like I was outside and in the real world like a normal kid.

From where I stood on the gravel, I could hear the faintest sound of guttural grunge music coming from a few flowerbeds away from me. I locked onto where the music was coming from and began to carefully weave through the crowds of flowers that occasionally brushed against my knuckles and sent the contact rippling through each other. After a handful of steps, I saw Kaede kneeling over a garden bed of lilies, mumbling the lyrics to himself. I cautiously reached down to tap his shoulder.

"You're really bad at being quiet." He pulled his earbuds out and turned his head, taking off his gardening gloves to pause his music. "What do you want?" This question caught me off guard. I've never seen him act like this. Sure, he could be curt and rude sometimes, but he's never outwardly been this mean to anyone.

"Is something going on?" I asked, nervously rocking on my heels.

"I'm fine." Kaede quipped, standing up and wiping his hands on his already dirt-stained pants. He'd been moving lilies to the barely damp dirt in a raised garden bed. After he was finished, he weaved over to the yellow hyacinths in a stone lined garden-bed and began to pick out small weeds at the stems of the flowers.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

I sighed and sat down across from him, my back against a tall lattice wall, adorned with small clips that would soon help keep plants' stems in afloat. The sun filtered through the diamond holes in the fence, blurring together on the gravel into one gold cover of light blanketing the ground. I looked up to see Kaede pruning a bush of wilting roses he was trying to revive.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked hesitantly upon seeing his steadfast attitude towards his garden. "Why do you want to be the king of Greenleaf so bad? Before you heard about it, you said that you'd stay in The Dome and The Kingdom as long as you could."

Kaede leaned back and propped himself onto his hands, brushing gravel off of his now rough pebble imprinted hands. "I don't really know. I think it does have something to do with The Dome, and everything." He sat back up. "Not that I don't like it here; I'd just like a change of scenery!" He pointed up to the sky, and the giant glass dome that sheltered the Pudiaguay Castle, it was made the temperature ever so slightly hotter, but the fans on the roof of The Dome helped with that. "And Greenleaf is revolutionizing the way the world sees and manages gardening! They're building vertical gardens almost as tall as the castle with everything the city needs, crossbreeding medicinal plants, they help people!" He grew louder with each word, but not angrier. "And so, do I. If dad finally decides that I can be crowned to any kingdom or city, then I can exchange what I know with the scientists and botanists of Greenleaf City!"

"That makes sense, I guess you can do a lot with stuff like that." I looked up at the sky— rather, The Dome. It was almost twice as tall as the castle and thicker than my outstretched arms. Dad—King Abaddon Loshi—said it was to keep me and my brothers safe from thieves, attackers, or any bitter person jealous of the horrendously rich royals. "I guess the change of scenery makes sense, we only go outside of The Dome to go to school, and even then, we're told to come right back."

"I think it's a little sketchy."

"It's to keep us safe! There can be some weird people around here."

"The only weird people are the rich, rich kids at our rich kid school." The two of us scoffed lightheartedly at that.

"They have high expectations." I added. There was a comfortable silence between me and Kaede. I can still remember the first time I went outside The Dome: It was when I was five. My dad told me to stay at his side, Rio was with us too, but he was too distracted by the sights of the kingdom to pay attention to what was going on; watching the huge, lavish buildings you'd see in a story book and the fancy clothes everyone wore, so I had to keep an iron grip—as strong a grip as a 5-year-old could have— on his wrist to keep him from wandering away. We made a few stops along the smooth concrete road to talk to some regulars he knew, mostly high-class purple skinned Iswian acquaintances, but there were some green folks here and there. At one point at the end of our walk, our dad sat me and Rio down on a bench while he went to talk to three men dressed in the same fancy clothing we'd seen a couple feet away from us, but they wore cloaks over them. They were whispering to each other in a language I couldn't understand, but they kept on snatching glances at Rio and I— who were trying to comprehend and deal with what we now know is a slight breeze— to make sure we didn't wander away, eyes landing on us for less than a few seconds. It was strange, and we only went home after a couple minutes.

I was snapped back to the present when I heard the crunching of gravel as Kaede walked towards the arch leading out of the garden. Confused, I stood up and peeked around the corner of the lattice wall. "Where are you going?" I asked, speedwalking and brushing bits of gravel off of the back of my T-Shirt and shorts, even hopping on one leg for a couple seconds to pull a pebble out of my shoe.

"To go talk to Rio." I snapped my head back up and let out an involuntary noise of confusion, earning a heavy sigh from Kaede.

"To..." I trailed off, a subtle question.

"... Apologize, for what I said earlier." He finished. It wasn't like him to apologize to anyone, even if he really wanted to. It was hard for him to face someone after such an outburst, but hearing him say that brought a smile to my face.

"I think he'd like that."

"You should go check on everyone else. Tell them I'm sorry."

"I might do it later, or maybe never." Kaede turned around at this, it was his turn to be confused with a brow furrowed and dark brown eyes just wide enough to capture the sun. "Did you hit your head on the fence or something?"

"It might do you some good to go tell them yourself." I patted him on the back, earning a few sharp scoffs from him. "I know you can." I encouraged. Kaede sighed and kicked a rock off of the path.

"Alright," He caved. "Can you at least see how they're doing n' stuff? I'll talk to them later." He ran his hands through his black coiled hair. After a couple seconds of silence, the two of us went our separate ways; Kaede to the main castle and me to Obi's Library.

I arrived at the adorned double doors leading into the main corridor of The Library and pulled them open, earning a blast of air conditioning to the face. I peeked through the roof high shelves with the Vario ladders to see if I could find a trace of my brother. I thought I'd have to turn The Library upside down to find Obi, searching through the massive rectangular shaped building with hidden spaces around every corner.

But to my surprise, I found both Obi and Dharma in the main space; Obi high up on a Vario Ladder sifting through a range of colorful books while Dharma looked up at him, nervously telling him to be careful while calling out a small list of book titles for Obi to retrieve. Shortly after I walked in, Obi grabbed another book and tucked it into a messenger bag strapped to his side— which was very obviously Dharma's, based on the way it was sharply decorated with more colorful pins and patches than you could ever imagine. Obi wouldn't be able to keep such a maximalist item without going insane, he preferred to have a "Less is More" mindset that never led with its heart.

"... Ok, next I need The 1924 Edition of Thread and Needle: Professional Designing for Experts!" Dharma called up to Obi, who looked annoyed at his persistent yelling.

"I can hear you just fine! You don't need to yell! Also, if you're an expert on the whole fashion business, then why do you need a book on it? I thought you knew all about this." Obi asked, climbing cautiously higher up on the ladder to grab the book Dharma had requested. After pushing the ladder, a little bit to the left, he grabbed a well-thumbed black book with white splotches of torn paper on the cover and pulled it out slowly so he wouldn't lose his balance. I knew this would be a bad time to make myself known; Obi was pathetically easy to scare, and I knew he'd fall if I broke his concentration.

After a few more suspenseful moments, Obi slid back down the ladder with a practiced deftness I knew he'd rehearsed thousands of times— I didn't want to think about the many times he'd hurt himself trying to do that— and handed Dharma his bag, looking relieved to both be back down on the ground and to have Dharma's bag away from him, brushing the small amounts of chipped paint from an old pin on Dharma's bag off of the side of his shirt.

“I honestly can’t understand why you’d want to ruin such a nice bag with all that stuff.” Obi sighed.

“Thank you!” Dharma sang. “This is why you’re my favorite brother. And I’d assume you of all people would know you can never learn too much about anything.”

I felt awkward spectating their conversation, and even more so since Dharma and Obi weren't the best duo considering their differences in personality and interests. I slowly and silently weaved around the bookshelves until they were in view; Even though Dharma stood only a foot or so taller than Obi, he dwarfed him with his unusually height. But the thing that stood out the most was the contrast in their fashion style; Obi dressed like he was all ready to attend an interview, with neatly ironed polo shirts and dress pants. But it always seemed like he didn't know what to do with his hair, so it was usually either leaving it down in a cloud of long, black curly hair or up in a ponytail that he insisted on doing himself, and never with the help of Dharma.

Dharma on the other hand was a fashionable maximalist who could style anything he got his hands on— including his school uniform— and would pass away before he could allow his looks to fall into a minimalistic category, always sporting runway ready outfits that were never too over the top— excluding the times when he did need to dress up fancy, he was the talk of all the school dances and the guy to go to if you needed fashion advice. It was strange to see them together, they could easily pass as friends instead of brothers.

"I guess you can't learn too much." I said awkwardly, scooting closer to the two. Obi still flinched in surprise, fumbling for a book Dharma wanted and almost dropped it.

"Nnamdi!" Obi snapped with a crack as Dharma let out a quick laugh. "Stop sneaking up on me all the time!"

"But I didn't?"

"He really didn't, you're just a scaredy cat!" Dharma put the books in his bag before adjusting it behind him as he stepped towards me. "Did you, like, need something?"

"Yeah, I wanted to bring a message," I spoke, not knowing what to expect from them. "From Kaede." There was a silence that came down on the room for a couple seconds. Obi's eyes darted about and let out a shallow sigh while Dharma quirked a brow in curiosity.

"About?"

"He says he's sorry, to everyone."

"Did he really?" Obi asked, almost incredulous, busying himself by putting some books he was reading earlier back on the shelf. No one would've expected a sincere apology from him, even if they knew he didn't really know how to apologize.

"Really, he even went to talk to Rio."

"Good for him! Nice to know he's finally coming out of his shell, a very angry one." Dharma commented, realizing how harsh that sounded but deciding to leave it be.

"So, yeah. Kaede is sorry, he might stop by later to tell you in person."

After a few more words of exchange and banter—that mostly involved teasing Obi about how easy he is to scare— I bid my goodbyes and exited the large building, abandoning the cool air of The Library and into the warm glow of the sun again. After adjusting to the jarring change in temperature, I began the walk to Camille's Tower.