"Meeca! Meeca! Hurry dear!"
"Mummy!"
Meeca rushed to her mother's side. Her eyes grew wide with fear as the robots began surrounding them. She broke down, sobbing. It was the end already. "Just end it!" Meeca sobbed. Her mother, Tolomeer, huddled close to her daughter. She hugged Meeca, telling her, "We will live, by the power of God, we will!" Her body still shivering, Meeca did not listen. She blacked out.................
Meeca awoke, her black hair still clinging to her tear-stained face. She looked around quickly, her eyes still wide. "Where's MUMMY?!" she cried out. A robot walked towards her, it's face expressionless. He pulled her up, looking Meeca in the face. "Mummy. Dead." he stated in his blank voice. Meeca's shoulders sagged. Her eyes teared up. She began to cry. "MUMMY'S NOT DEAD, YOU ROBOT!!!!!!" she yelled. "Samathon." the robot stated again, "Samathon. Sam." Meeca nodded, still crying. Samathon laid the poor girl back on the bed gently. Meeca stared at the painting of the sky. Tears still streaming from her eyes, she whispered one thing, "My name is Meeca, Sam." She heard Samathon walk away, his footsteps loud and clear................
"Queen. Queen Meeca." a blank voice said. "Huh-rumre?" Meeca groaned. She looked down at her new clothes, a red, silk gown, stretching to her feet. Her hair had been made into tight black curls, streaming down from her shoulders. She wore sandals made of metal. Her face had been cleansed with some sort of soap. She wore gold hoops on her ears and a love-heart necklace. On her skinny arms hung Pharaoh bracelets, large hoops, to big for her. Perched on top of her head, like an eagle, was a crown, filled with emeralds and rubies and diamonds. Meeca gasped and looked up at the robot. "Mildred. Millie. Mildred." the robot stated. Meeca nodded again. She touched the soft gown tenderly.
"I like Queen Meeca." she said, "It sounds Indian though." Meeca caught herself. What about Mummy? she asked herself, What happened to her? You're queen now, you have a right to know. Meeca laid her hand on the robot's head. "Where is Tolomeer, mother of the queen?" she asked quietly. Mildred bowed and stalked away. Meeca sat there, still wondering what to do when she heard more footsteps. "Mummy?" Meeca looked up slowly, to see her mother still alive, dressed in the same wonderful clothes.
"Thank you. Leave her here and be gone." Mildred stalked away again. Meeca looked around quickly and hurried to her aged mother. Tolomeer grasped Meeca's hand. Her eyes filled with tears. She hugged her daughter, now found. She kissed Meeca on the head, saying, "By the power of God! Amen!" Tolomeer let go of her daughter, still smiling. Then she frowned, seeing the crown perched atop of her daughters black curls. "They've made you queen. Do what's right, Meeca, dear." Tolomeer began to sob. Meeca stood there, speechless. What did she mean do what was right? Did she mean for robots or humans? Meeca broke down. She was confused, why had she become queen? Why not Tolomeer?! Together, mother and daughter cried. "It's too confusing, Mummy!" Meeca sobbed. Tolomeer wiped away her tears, pulling her still sobbing daughter up. "Meeca. You cannot go by the name of Meeca." Tolomeer whispered gently. "But I like Meeca, Mummy." she cried. "Drinmeeca. Queen Drinmeeca. Do what is right for the humans."
After those small words, Tolomeer was swept away by the guard-robots. Mildred approached Drinmeeca, "Queen. What shall we do with her? Tolomeer must be killed for her rebellion against robots." "No." Drinmeeca said defiantly, "She meant for me to kill all humans." "Yes, Queen Meeca." "It's Drinmeeca, Mildred." Drinmeeca said. Mildred kneeled at the queen's feet. She then turned and walked away. Drinmeeca sighed. It was too hard for a girl like this to save human kind.
"I don't want to be queen. I want to be Meeca." Drinmeeca said aloud. "I just don't know how to do that."
"You should just tell them, Drinmeeca." a voice replied. Drinmeeca turned around abruptly, looking for the speaker. A boy, about as young as Drinmeeca, strolled towards her. He was dressed like a king, a satin cape trailing behind him. He wore the same crown, except his was larger, almost too big for his head. He smiled, taking a seat next to her. The strange boy laid his hand on hers, as if they had some relationship. He tried to lean over to kiss her, but she recoiled, confused by his presence. "Who are you to walk in here like that?" Drinmeeca demanded. "I am King Percius, your husband loyal to you." the boy said. "I'm too young to marry! I'm only fourteen! Why should I marry you anyways?" Drinmeeca ranted. Percius smiled, "The Robots ask of it: a young queen and king to rule them all."
"Why humans, though?" Drinmeeca cried out. "Confusing, isn't it, honey?" the boy smiled. Drinmeeca jumped of her chair, screaming. "Don't call me that! I don't want to be queen!" Percius floated down from his throne, strolling towards her. His face was concerned, as if she had some rare disease. Drinmeeca continued to run away from him, tripping on her too long gown. Percius kept walking towards her, his face still concerned. "Drinmeeca, darling, don't you love me? I'm your husband, your only Percius. Your love forever always!" Percius cried out. Drinmeeca looked around frightfully. Where were those doors Tolomeer had gone through?! If I could just find them....
Percius grabbed her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her. Drinmeeca stood there frozen from his icy touch. His lips pressed onto hers, as if they had always been together. Drinmeeca fainted..........
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