MONARCH - Discontinued

Chapter 8 - Attacker

         Of course, Ava wasn't religious, but she wasn't an atheist either. So what, she was 13 she didn't have to pick a goddamn religion so young in age. It wouldn't matter anyway... she could never get what she truly wanted.

          She would never get her world, a place of secrets and adventures, a place that filled the thoughts of everyone else but was so different at the same time. She would never see Monarch... someone who she always felt was there.

         Not the Djinn, no, but it is ironic that Monarch was her Djinn's name. No, Ava's Monarch is a someone, not a she. The person who saved her from rejecting all of the options and killing herself. The one who made her realize that if she killed herself she could never go back. An excuse of a person, when in reality it was herself.

         Ava's only felt Monarch's presence once, but that one word that made her realize someone was really where left a huge impact on her. It was a memory the girl didn't like to relive, one that even though she would've normally thought of as stupid and dumb, was now one that she only touched on briefly.

         She didn't know who Monarch is, but she knows that they're somewhere, and someplace, they can hear her, and had always heard her when she was alone in those woods atop that hill. The only person Ava ever truly trusted, the one she could ramble to about her world - the one that lived in her world. Her thoughts were gold mines, and the thought that someone would hear them, much less remember them, comforted the girl.

         The one that witnessed everything she created in her mind, and the one that helped her paint the colors. The one that had no true figure in her life, either as a parent or a sibling, or as Ava's first thought, a lover. Ava never really thought about how she'll truly trust her lover, wether intentionally or not.

         They couldn't see the things that she or Monarch saw, they couldn't live in her or Monarch's world, they couldn't witness all of the ideas that came into this beautiful girl's mind late at night when she only tossed and turned, crying because she was anxious about the morning.

         Monarch was Ava, yet completely different. Monarch was everything Ava wanted to be, but couldn't. And Ava was fine with that. Monarch was her imaginary friend, and she was fine with that.

         With her breathing finally calmed, Ava looked at the ceiling. Her blanked was tossed aside on the bed, and she folded up the paper and slid it back into her belt that was on the nightstand. Monarch... Ava grinned to herself.

         After ranting about that in her mind, she noticed how it sounded as if they were the leader of a cult. What would it be like to be the leader of a cult? Ava blinked before silently laughing. She was always a little more bright after crying, since she doesn't get angry.

         Yeah, it's fucking hard to get angry because Ava couldn't hold a grudge to save her life. Running a hand through her hair, Ava lied down, rolling the covers onto her and shuffling to lay on her side... yep, definitely could've lied low on the Monarch thing.

         Ava blinked open her eyes, staring at Sinbad's sleeping figure who that was facing her. He snores ever - so quietly, and Ava giggles to herself, taking a moment to admire his features before closing her eyes again.

         A prick of doubt entered her mind, but before she could question it, she heard a loud noise of a person dropping from the beam on the ceiling and onto the wooden floor. Ava sat up when suddenly a blade was hurdling at her face. She dodged it easily, but the noise woke Sinbad up.

         "Huh?" He said in a deep, sexy voice, but Ava was in no position to think about that. She yanked her belt from the table, swiftly drawing her sword as she let her belt fall to the floor. The attacker was a child, white hair with bandages covering his face.

         There were still people outside, celebrating, but the noise coming from them dimmed. For a split second Ava worried if Sinbad would see her red eyes, but she shook the stupid thought off. Seriously, they were fighting some random kid who tried to throw a knife at Ava's face.

         The kid jumped up to the beam again. It was dark, so Ava could barely see. Sinbad fell out of his bed, landing on his bottom as he stared up in confusion. Suddenly, the kid throws arrowheads connected to ropes at both Ava and Sinbad, Ava clashing both attacks with her sword to save the male.

         Too distracted with the weapon coming at her, she didn't notice the boy once again jump down, attempting to kick her in the stomach, which she caught with one hand, throwing the kid backwards. The child stumbled, catching his balance before Sinbad spoke.

         "A kid?" He tried to step forward, only to reveal that the kid had wrapped the rope around his legs, and the kid pounced on him, holding a weapon to his neck as Sinbad fell backwards. Ava hissed in annoyance as the kid finally said something, "Is that all you've got? I knew I could take you on alone."

         Sinbad simply closed his eyes and smiled at the child's forgetfulness. "What are you smiling about?" Sinbad winked, "This is going to suck for you." "Faínetai na xechnás óti eímai edó -"

         Ava cut herself off as she swung her sword sideways, in case the kid dodged. He did, jumping off of Sinbad, eyes widening in a stupid realization that he forgot about her.

         Ava quickly activated Monarch's power, and a burst of orange exploded from her sword, breaking the windows. When the strong light vanished, the kid collapsed.

Faínetai na xechnás óti eímai edó - You seem you forget that I'm here