THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY: THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY LOVELY READER Diana_Jo_Osgood. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR VOTES AND PATRONAGE.
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ZYLITH.
"I remember it being a hot summer evening. I had mild beads of sweat adorning my temple as I rushed to my mother. I collided into the then First Queen who seemed to be on her way to my father. I fell back onto the ground due to the hard collision and she crouched down with an extended hand towards me; asking me why I had tears in my eyes. And I, like a fool, told her of my woes." He sneered in a twisted smile. It was not exactly a smile, maybe an ironic kind of self-mockery? But one could not call it a genuine smile.
"She was so kind and patient that for a sensitive ten-year-old, who was hardly ever taken seriously by a
