Meeca ran freely across the tall grass, the tips tickling her face. Tolomeer smiled as little Meeca rushed into her arms. Meeca laughed as her mother swung her around. She fell on the grass, but she did not cry, because she was a "big" girl. She laughed as her mother pounced on her, tickling her neck and arms.
"I love you, Mummy." Meeca giggled, "But I miss Daddy."
"I miss him, too, Mee." Tolomeer laughed.
Drinmeeca shot forward, her eyes wide with fear. "Daddy." she whispered to herself. She laid back down on the chair. Her eyes stared at the sky again. She wished the clouds would move, so that she could ask why they did. Drinmeeca sat up and stepped down from her throne. She noticed her jewelry, crown, and sandals had been put back on. In disgust, she threw them off, spitting on each of them. She ran around, bare-footed, as if she were a deer running away from a tiger.
"What are you doing?" Percius spoke.
He walked towards her and put on her jewlery, crown and sandals. Percius shook his head, "You're crazy, girl." Drinmeeca rolled her eyes and threw off her sandals. The boy's eyes grew fiery, his face red. He tried to punch the girl, but Drinmeeca began to run. "You never noticed, huh?" she said with an attitude. Percius growled and stalked away.
"I don't want to be queen, got that, king?" Drinmeeca yelled. She crossed her arms and sat down next to the wall. Her stomache growled. She groaned, why did she have to be hungry now? Drinmeeca sat there, her stomache still growling. She looked up as Percius came into the room again. His face was soft and sad. He kneeled down to her and grasped her hands.
"Drinmeeca, dear. I'm sorry. I should've let you go outside. I should've let you eat. I love you, dear." he said.
Drinmeeca let him pull her up and let her out of the room. She stared in horror as they passed a window filled with robots, armed with machine guns and knives. Percius caught her looking and grinned. He stopped to let her stare at them. "Our army. The humans will be our slaves." he said. Percius walked quickly away. Drinmeeca ran after him. "Why do you want humans to be your- I mean, our slaves?" she questioned. Percius stopped and spun around, staring at her. He smiled, "So that the next generations will never forget the Mighty Hand of Percius."
Percius grinned at her triumphantly. When he saw that Drinmeeca frowned, he ruffled his red hair nervously. "Of course, the Gentle Hand of Our Lady Drinmeeca." he said. He turned around and kept walking. Drinmeeca shrugged and ran after him. "But why hurt humans? They're just like us." she continued. "Drinmeeca, listen to yourself! We are more royal and dominant. Others, cannot be like us. They're too weak." he scolded.
"If you'd just listen, Percius! I'm weak! YOU'RE WEAK! We can never be strong." Drinmeeca yelled.
The boy spun around, his blue eyes gentle. He laid a hand on her shoulder. "But we will be strong, dear. You see, that's why we do this! To make us be strong." he said. Drinmeeca held back her tears. "What about the little children? Will they be strong someday too? What about the elderly? What about the parents that go to this stupid war?" Percius stared at her. He shrugged, "They're not royal. We, love, are the descendants of Milifrim and Sucani and Plintrco and Tirini. Nothing can stop us." Drinmeeca followed him angrily, her eyes still flaming.
"I'm the descendant of Tolomeer. Not those Mili and Plin people." she growled.
Percius shrugged. He lead her into a room furnished with a closet, bed, window, table, and chair. Drinmeeca touched the rose colored bedsheets and the strong, wooden table and chairs. She looked out the rectangle window to see a grand view. Like the view she had at home. She touched the pink wallpaper and looked at Percius. He was smiling, "How do you like it, love?" Drinmeeca shrugged, sitting on her new bed She moved her hand across the covers.
"It's good." she replied.
"Good, love, I'll send for food." he turned away and left.
Another robot came into the room with a tray of food. It set the tray down on the table. "What are you doing here?" it asked. Drinmeeca blinked. Robots never talked like that. It never had so much... emotion to its voice. "Uh, ah,um, Percius." was all the poor girl could manage. The robot cocked its head like a dog. "He asks for a bride? How foolish he is! I do wish I had another and better master than that Percius." the robot spat. Drinmeeca blinked again. Wait, did that robot just spit?
"What are you looking at, girl?" the robot growled.
"Ah, um. I've never seen a robot with so much emotion before." Drinmeeca said.
"Oooo, I'm supposed to be nonemotional am I? Oooooo, how did I become like this? I was MADE like this. I don't know how and why, but I'm the only one with common sense here!" ranted the robot.
"You haven't told me your name." Drinmeeca pointed out.
"Aaah, I do have enough sense to not tell you my name now, aren't I? But since I have to be a SLAVE. I will. Slave Seredon at your service. You haven't told me your name, human." Seredon ranted.
"Meeca, but my mother says that that name is not safe here. So call me Drinmeeca." she explained.
"You're quiet, you." Seredon said.
Drinmeeca shrugged. Seredon sat down on her bed and began to comb her hair. Drinmeeca ate as the robot combed. She ate honey bread, but not as good as her mother's. She ate bacon, but not as crispy as it used to be. She drank water, but not as fresh as the mountain's. Seredon helped the girl get into the bed and change into her clothes. He turned off the lights and headed towards the door.
"Good night, Seredon." Drinmeeca called after him.
"Good night, little Meeca." Seredon smiled.
(Wait? Did Seredon just smile? haha made ya smile!!!)
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