The Awakening Of The Luna

004: THE ONES WHO DARE ✨✨✨

“We were asked to wash all the clothes in the basket in the master’s room’’. Janet said to Marceline as she added to the pile of plates at her side. Marceline squeezed her hands under the soapy water as she huffed as well, trying to get her act together for her own good.

‘’Again , how much do they eat?’’. Marceline asked as she turned to look at Janet, who only forced out a smile. Janet crouched down and patted her back softly.

‘’You know how it is Celine, it’s disgusting what we have to do for these people.’’ She sighed, standing up.

‘’I just wish we could go back to the old times our Ancestors used to have when we were all free, you know..’’. Marceline trailed, staring at the soapy water in front of her.

Janet sighed, ‘’You talk as if you know about how the world was One thousand years ago’’. Janet raised a brow at her while Marceline only smiled, avoiding her gaze.

‘’At least we were free, is all that matters’’. Said Marceline.

“Okay free bird, I will have to leave you now, I have to work at the plantation now.” Janet says before leaving the washroom.

“Okay”, Marceline said defeated.

Marceline tried to go back to her work, putting all her might into washing the extremely stressful dishes. Although Marceline tried to stay as mindful as possible, she can’t help but be absent-minded from her job. For the first time since she started working for the family, she was feeling a sense of fear and worry for the days to come.

Her hands lifted the dishes but her mind was far away from the chores before her and the distant look confirms her absent-mindedness from the job, much to the annoyance of the onlooker, who doesn’t seem too pleased as she enters the dreadful room.

“Are you working or Thinking Marceline!!’’. An expensively dressed woman screamed from across the room at the door where she had been watching Marceline all along.

Marceline jumped out of her thoughts and almost out of her seat. “Forgive me, ma’am I was lost in thought’’. Marceline hurriedly tried to wash the plates but her efforts were useless as the woman walked further into the room. She gets closer and closer till she stood in front of Marceline with a threatening look of dominance that scared Marceline a lot.

The woman used her index finger to lift her chin up. Marceline raised her face to meet with her threatening eyes.

“Are you instigating me Little girl’’. She squeezed Marceline’s chin, causing her to wince out in pain.

‘’No Ma’am, I would never do that......hmmm’’ Marceline winced further as the woman exerted pressure on her bones.

‘’Don’t make me kill you Dear, because I can very much do so, I practically own you silly girl!!!!!!!’’. The woman forcefully throws Marceline to the ground, causing her to hit her head on the plates on the floor, shattering them along the way.

‘’Marceline!, Marceline!, Marceline!’’. Janet’s screams as she runs into the washing area where a huge mess of broken plates and a puddle of blood await her. Immediately she enters the room, she rushes to Marceline, who is helplessly trying to get herself off the broken ceramics with blood dropping like a river from her forehead and hands.

‘’Are you okay Marceline?’’. Janet asks, trying to help her up, but Marceline pushes her hand away and helps herself off the ground. She holds onto her bleeding head and stands, though she staggers a little. She stands face to face with the woman whom she hated the most. Madame Alicia,

Madame Alicia was the human embodiment of what the word ‘Proud’, Would look like. Despite her low class status before marrying her husband, who was a merchant, she despised the poor a lot and loved to bully on those who were beneath her. Her best prey was poor Marceline. Ever since Marceline came to their Manor to work six years ago. She had absolutely despised her. It was a never-ending saga of punishments and today was the highest in which she had gone, And from the fire blazing in Marceline’s eyes, Even Madame Alicia knew she wasn’t going to sit down and be bullied anymore. The smile that graced her face upon seeing her injury instantly faded in a second.

‘I am tired’. Marceline said not long after she got to her feet. Alicia looked at her dead in the eyes waiting for her to complete her statement. Though she looked strong, the frail woman was already shaking from fear.

‘’You are not better than me!’’. Marceline raised her voice a little, causing Madame Alicia to back away a little. Janet immediately rushed to Marceline’s side, trying to pull her away.

‘’Let’s go Marceline,’’ Janet whispered to her, pulling at her hands, ‘’I am begging you’’. Marceline turned to her and shook her hand before pulling away.

‘’Why do I have to be begged, why can’t she be nicer? Aren’t we all humans!!! You aren’t better than me!!’’. Marceline advanced at Madame Alicia, who had no choice but to, cowardly turn and run away, but Marceline was faster as she caught hold of her braided her and pulled by the tail, forcing the woman to stumble a few times.

‘’How dare you!!!’’. Madame Alicia screamed in pain. She turned full 360 and slapped Marceline across the cheeks. The slap was painful enough for Marceline to let go of her hair, but she wasn’t one to back down.

“Get this crazy girl away from me Janet!’’. Madame Alicia screamed, but Marceline only advanced further at her.

Janet ran fast to her side trying to pull her aside but once her hands connected with Marceline’s skin her body instantly felt an aura of cold, forcing her to pull away. With no one to hold Marceline, Marceline advanced further to Madame Alicia, who had curled like a ball out of fear. Marceline didn’t hold back as she immediately began smacking and slapping Madame Alicia all while screaming the words...

‘’You aren’t better than anyone!!!!!’’.

However, the fun Marceline was having right then, couldn’t ever compare to the embarrassment and shame she felt when Steven, Madame Alicia’s servant and Lowell , her son, walked into the room . One with shock-filled eyes and the other with pure anger and disdain.

Marceline was immediately pulled to the floor by Steven, who made sure to put her in a chokehold while they waited for the slave police. Marceline refused to look up from the rough floor. She did not want to see through Lowell’s mirror-like eyes, The monster which she had just become.