Chronicles Of The Kakonia

It has taken awhile but here is the new chapter. Should be a interesting read.


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Just to fill you guys in. Clara is in a new world and is settling into her new life as a helot. So far, she has made a friend in Lt. Andrew, hates King Aiden, and has nearly been raped by guards. Well now your caught up from last few chapters, so enjoy!
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A few days past since the incident and Clara once again found herself in Andrew’s office doing simple filing work. Not that she minded the simple task, but it was boring and she was getting sick of being cooped up in the small office. Andrew had become a right mother-hen keeping Clara within his eyesight or completely out of sight. Sure it was nice he cared so much, but this treatment was getting old fast. Clara found herself alone a good amount of the time. Andrew was either at meetings, training cadets, or at lunch. In her time here, Clara had found out that Kakonia eat seven full meals a day. Not just small meals either, but huge meals consisting of pounds of meat and other carbohydrates.
Clara couldn’t figure out why these people ate so much, but one day it hit her. She vaguely remembered watching a show on children with above average muscle mass on TLC or PBS or some educational show. In any case with increase muscle mass the more the subject has to eat to maintain energy. Naturally Clara figured the Kakonia had to eat seven times a day and eat high calorie foods to maintain their physique. Great for them, but all the meat food was giving Clara indigestion of epic portions. Veggies existed but not enough of them were served to bring balance to Clara’s stomach, and Tums hadn’t been invented yet. Not to mention, nothing was worse than sitting for thirty minutes in a out-house waiting for ones bowels to clear up.
Other then adjusting to a diet that will sure to kill her in the near future, the only thing Clara found to do in the vast time she was left alone, was trying to read the Kakonia language, as well as, write it. Some words were easier than others, but Clara felt accomplished in some small way, she had flunked Spanish in high school but she was reading and writing a foreign language now. However, this little pet project only kept her interest part of the time.
“Hi Clara, you get the filing done?” said Andrew as he entered the office.
“Yeah…hey Andrew”
“Yes”
“I…I think I’m ready to go back to my delivery duties” said Clara trying to sound more confident then she felt.
Andrew gave a surprised look to his ward. “Are you sure?” In truth Andrew did want Clara to do her deliveries, but feared for her safety.
“Yup, got to get back on the horse sooner or later” remarked Clara.
Andrew gave a proud look at the red head, even if he had no idea what a horse was. Nevertheless, he was still proud of the girl.
“If you’re sure Clara, then yes, you can resume your duties. In fact I have a few things that need to be delivered”
“No problem”
Clara made her delivers with little harassment from the people, but still they were mean. Clara ignored the taunts and whispers, keeping a straight face. By the afternoon she had finished her deliveries and returned to Andrew’s office.
“Done…thank god”
Andrew gave a warm smile. “That’s great…could you do one more delivery?”
“Another one” complained Clara.
“It is your job after-all”
“Yeah” muttered Clara leaning against the wall.
“This one…” started Andrew, holding an important looking scroll, “goes to the king…”
“The king?!”
“Yup. Now there are a few steps you need to know when delivering to the king. One, knot of the door, he’ll tell you to enter. Next, walk up to his desk and set the scroll down. Then walk back to the door and close it gently. During all this don’t utter a word, okay?”
“Seriously, what will he blow his top or something?”
“Hard to say, his temper varies from day to day”
“Oh god”
“Relax. I’m sure you’ll do fine, I know it. Just go out the door and onto the main hallway. Follow it all the way down and you’ll see big double doors with the royal seal. That’s his highness’s office. Good luck”
“Right…”
“Relax and calm yourself. His majesty doesn’t kill people on the spot…without reason…” added Andrew quietly.
“Great…”
After being told which way to go, Clara started her lone journey. The trip (with a few wrong turns in-between) took twenty minutes, but the helot found herself in front of a large pair of double door. The same serpent symbol with carved into the stone above the door.
So this is where the devil lurks, huh, very intimidating. Okay Clara, you can do this. Take a deep breath and knock, thought Clara. She took her breath and knocked on the door; it hardly made a sound.
Guess I have to put some force into it, thought Clara. Forming her hand into a fist she hammered her fist down on the door. Three knocks and the door made a low sound, Clara fists on the other hand, were throbbing.
“Shit! Ouch! That smarts” cursed Clara glaring at the damned door.
“Enter” came a muffled response.
With a final glare at the door, Clara moved to open it. She pushed and the door didn’t budge.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You fucking door!” hissed Clara. She pushed harder, and door moved an inch.
“Enter” growled Aiden
“Come on, come on, move damn it!’
“Hello?”
“Give me a damned minute!” shouted Clara without thinking; her temper obviously getting the better of her.
Putting all of her weight into it, Clara rammed into the door, the door gave way and the girl burst into the office. Thankfully Clara retained her balance instead of tripping. Giving a triumph smile, Clara righted her posture and looked forward. There sat Aiden with a confused expression on his face.
The Kings office wasn’t a huge room, but big enough to look impressive, with a large bay window looking over the city. Chests and Cabinets of rich dark wood covered the corners of the room, stacked high with papers and scrolls. It appeared that the King wasn’t the most organized person in the world. The huge desk in the middle of the room as a testament to clutter; with stacks of paper covering the top with some paper hanging of the side in haphazard way. Some papers were spattered with ink. All in all, it was a rather messy workspace, however, that wouldn’t save Clara from the blunder she just committed.
Clara flushed red in embarrassment as panic started to set in. So Clara did what she usually did when she was embarrassed; start lapsing into pointless babble.
“You see the door was giving me trouble, you know, because it’s really heavy. Is it really necessary to have such a hard to open door? Then again you guys are like super muscled, so I guess it wouldn’t be a big deal for you, huh? Me on the other hand I’ve always been a little on the meek side…”
“What the hell do you want?” spat Aiden
“Oh! Um…” it dawned on the poor woman that she had violated the set of rules Andrew gave her when it came dealing with his royal ass-ness.
Crap! Don’t panic, don’t panic, you can still salvage this venture, thought Clara.
“I have come with a scroll for you” squeaked Clara. “Sorry, it really wasn’t my fault…the door”
“Are you so incapable that opening a door is a challenge?” questioned Aiden.
“It was hard and…”
“Are you retarded or something? I would assume even a human can open a door”
“It’s not like that you ass!” yelled Clara, but quickly covered her mouth. “Sorry, sorry…please don’t kill me”
“It’s very tempting. You’re a complete waste of flesh” muttered the King.
“I’m still adjusting, cut me some slack” whined Clara.
“You assume you’re here on holiday, you’re a helot you should be grateful to be alive”
“It wasn’t my choice to come here; this…this is so unfair…”
“Life is unfair helot”
“Clara”
“Like I give a rat’s ass about your name, a helot is a helot. If you’re going to whine and complain about your lot in life then I’ll finish what I started when you first arrived. Mercy and I don’t co-mingle for too long”
“You wouldn’t?” whispered Clara frightened.
“Try me, I’m not known for my tender heartedness”
Tears were welling up in Clara’s eyes as she stared at the heartless man in front of her.
He…he is a monster, she thought brokenly.
“You have blue eyes” remarked Aiden Astonished.
“Huh?”
“Your eyes dumbass, there blue”
“Gee I already knew that, I was born with them” spat Clara without thinking. “Why they rare here or something?”
“Yes, is it common for humans?”
“I guess”
Aiden made a thoughtful sound, before returning to work, an endless stack of papers and scrolls. “Weren’t you going to deliver something?” asked the man.
“Huh? Oh yeah…where do you want in?”
“Anywhere, not it makes a real difference, damn things never stop”
Clara cracked a smile at that; the piles of paper work reminder her of her own office, as well as, her former boss.
“You know, this is not what I expected a king to do. I imagine you sit on a throne and bark out orders, not do paper work”
“Are you still here?”
“Um…”
“I’ll consider this a warning helot. You’re here to serve not waste time. Next time will be strikes, three and you’re done, am I clear” remarked the man without looking up.
The dismal feelings were back and Clare bowed her head in defeat. “Yeah…”
“Yeah what?”
“Your highness” added Clara.
“It can be taught” remarked Aiden.
Clara glared at the man before placing the scroll down and leaving without another word. She took her time in the hallway to compose herself. She wiped the tears from her eyes and took a few calming breaths.
I won’t mess up again, I’ll show that asshole whose useless, thought Clara.
The next few days went by in a habitual way. Get up at the crack of dawn; eat; go to the castle and start deliveries; eat, shoot the shit with Andrew; eat; play around with the native language; eat; afternoon deliveries; escape for a crazed guard with a vendetta; eat; go home with Andrew; play with Darren; eat; go to bed. Sometimes things would change up when Charity (a.k.a Andrew’s bitch of a wife) disappeared for a night, and then Jared would come over for dinner. Clara wasn’t fond on the dark haired, tanned man. He had a middle-eastern kind of face, or according to Clara he was Aladdin on steroids. Sure he was impressive looking like all the other men, no doubt a bit taller than Aiden, as well as, muscled; typical for the Capitan on the Guard and Andrew’s boss. Apparently, outside of work the two men were friends. Andrew was surprisingly older than Jared by a decade or so, even though you would never have guessed. The two men looked like the same age, with of course Jared being a giant and all compare to the petite Andrew.
Friendship with Andrew (the nicest man in the fuck up world) didn’t me that Jared was nice. Of course, Jared was the guard when Clara first arrived that was more than happy to put her to death. In the time Clara had been in the kingdom, the Capitan’s opinion of her had hardly changed. In fact, it was all too clear to Clara that Jared was a racist, racist against humans. How did she know? Well other than insulting her every time they met, the real tip off was when he ran his mouth in front of Andrew and Andrew glared. To appease the smaller man, Jared would spit out a fact about humans. “Did you know humans….” and some mundane thing that tells an accomplishment of Clara’s race that really wasn’t flattering but more a less and half ass attempt to make it look like Jared had no problem with human.
Fucking racist, were Clara’s thoughts. Andrew didn’t buy into the façade either. In the end Jared would double his efforts to gain Andrew’s forgiveness rather than Clara. Clara found it strange that outside of work, Jared submitted to Andrew’s will then the other way around. It would appear that Jared couldn’t stand the notation of Andrew being mad at him. Odd, for the someone who was fear Capitan of the guard?
Monday, brought a new day and new deliveries. Dealing with sneers and jeers became second nature to Clara. Paid no mind to the pricks that derided her on a daily bases. Nope, today would be another typical day…except for one thing, another delivery to the devil.
So here was Clara steeling her nerves to enter the office of Aiden. She wouldn’t make the same mistake she did last time. Taking a deep breath she leaned against the door and gently put her weight into it. The door nudged open gently, and soon Clara could enter without making a fool of herself.
Smiling in victory over the damned door, Clara then focused her attention on Aiden. The side man was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, and panting slightly. Alarmed that the bastard was sick, Clara called out.
“Hey are you okay?” called Clara coming closer.
Aiden’s eyes snapped open to behold the helot standing in his office.
“Are you in pain or something? You need help?” asked Clara. On the inside she wished the bastard in agony.
Aiden for his park gaped at her in disbelief.
“Hey?”
“For fuck’s sake don’t you know how to knock” hissed the man
“Huh?”
A moan hummed out of Aiden throat; though it was clear he tried to quell it. “Enough!” he barked
“What is going on?” asked Clara confused, but soon confusion turned to horror and the mystery was solved. A head on a woman popped out from under the desk. Her lips coated in saliva.
“What, did I not take enough in milord?” questioned the woman gazing up at Aiden, oblivious to Clara’s presence.
“OH MY GOD! YOU’RE GETTING A BLOW JOB!” yelled Clara. “You twisted bastard, in your office no less! Have you no shame!” yelled Clara pointing an accusing finger at Aiden.
“WHAT THE FUCK! IT’S MY FUCKING OFFICE! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!” yelled Aiden back. Not at all proud at being caught off guard in such a compromising position by the helot.
“I know how to knock, but I shouldn’t be in fear of finding you getting blown off by some chick. That’s disgusting! You’re a king, oh dear lord this is so wrong” cried Clara. When excited Clara had a tendency to lose herself and fire off comments without thinking.
“Don’t talk to the King like that you miserable helot!” yelled the woman standing up. Her chamber maid uniform was a bit askew; a nice sized boob was hanging out of her bodice.
“I wouldn’t talk if I was you. Fix you top woman!” spat Clara.
“Jealous that you are so underdeveloped” sneered the maid.
“Least I’m not a whore!” spat Clara.
“What did you say you little beast” shrieked the maid.
“You heard me, bitch!”
“At least I have the king’s favor” mocked the maid
Oh Keeva don’t bring me into this…, thought Aiden
“As a whore? By his face looked like he was more in pain then pleasure, perhaps you should go back to the broom closet” countered Clara smugly.
True enough, Belinda could be better at blow jobs. The girl is sloppy with no direction, was another odd thought
“And you!” proclaimed Clara rounding on Aiden. “You should be ruling an empire not fucking around with a cheap maid” scolded Clara.
The fuck? “I don’t have to defend myself from you!” countered Aiden. Who the hell does she think she is?
“So you’re proud of this?” asked Clara
“I…” well shit…scolded by a slave, there’s my highlight for the day…
“You got a lot of nerve talking to the king like that, worthless trash!” yelled Belinda
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you say something to me, because you’re doing a fine job at talking about yourself, trash” boasted Clara
A couple more insults were thrown before Aiden reentered to fray. “Both of you shut the hell up!”
“You’re not going to let that helot get away with insulting me! The little monster should know its place” screamed Belinda
“Fuck off! You cock sucking whore!” retorted Clara viciously
“I’ll beat you within an inch of your life, you damned maggot” yelled the panting maid.
At this point Clara was too far gone in rage to notice that the maid was a full blooded Kakonia and could beat Clara to death with minimal effort.
“Bring it on bitch!”
“SHUT THE HELL UP! BOTH OF YOU!” roared Aiden.
“But milord?” gasped Belinda. She wasn’t at fault here.
“Belinda shove off” hissed Aiden, rubbing his temples in frustration. Not only were these women shrieking like harpies, but never got to be satisfied.
The mood is dead and buried now, thought Aiden bitterly.
“No wonder this place is so ass backwards, the government is fucked up” murmured Clara
Yup, dead and buried, why is it me that gets sucked up into insanity? Thought Aiden.
“Milord?”
“Did I stutter, I mean now Belinda” roared Aiden.
The maid squeaked in fright, but made a dash for the door; Belinda did send a death glare to Clara before leaving, her boob still hanging out as she exited.
Clara had full intention of following, common sense had kicked in, and the red head had no intention of being alone with Aiden.
Inches for the open door, bad luck struck. The door was slammed closed, a heavy hand braced against it.
“And where the hell do you think you’re going?” growled Aiden; the man’s hot breath ghosting Clara’s ear.
When had he moved, he couldn’t be that fast? Dear god I’m alone with a monster were Clara’s terrified thoughts.
“Stay awhile helot, we something to discuss”
“I…I only want…wanted to deliver a scroll….Oh look…it…it’s in my hand” sputtered Clara lifting the scroll in her hand. The poor piece of parchment crushed in her grip. Aiden plucked it out of her hand with ease. Clara stood frozen, her gaze fixated on the door in front of her. “I…I guess…I’ll be going now…”
“No, you won’t. Turn around and face me girl” barked Aiden. Clara slowly obeyed, her form shaking in barely repressed fear. She came face to face with the man’s clothed chest.
“Look at me”
Clara tilted her head up and her gaze met his. Icy blue orbs stared down at her, ill intentions hidden behind those walls of sapphire.
Fear once again brought words to Clara’s mouth as she started an avalanche of babble.
“Please, oh please, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. Io just wanted to get in without causing a scene like last time. I forgot…I forgot to knock. I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, so sorry” wailed Clara.
“Stop it” growled Aiden. “I can’t stand sniveling”
Clara choked back her words.
“Why is that, ever since you arrived, you’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side. I hope the rest of your race isn’t as worthless as you” spat Aiden.
“I’m sorry…” whispered Clara
“Be silent! Every time you open your mouth my head throbs”
“Sorry”
“Do you not understand the word SILENT!” he yelled. Clara felt the burn of repressed tears stinging her eyes.
“I really should just kill you, it wouldn’t take much” muttered Aiden, his massive hand came to cup Clara’s neck. If Clara wasn’t afraid before, she was terrified now. Her eyes widened in horror as tears ran over.
“Humans as such fragile things, they break so easily. They’re soft you know…” whispered Aiden, the sound low and deadly like a puff adder’s hiss. His grip on her neck tightened a bit. “Humans are…soft in their bones, soft in their flesh, and soft in their heads, a weak race that has no chance of survival here in the Fire Realm. If not for Keeva my race would have perished long ago. You see, don’t you? You don’t belong here, little girl. Erasing your existence would be pathetically easy”
Clara swallowed down the lump in the throat, not an easy task with Aiden’s large hand around her neck. However, the terrified red head still made sound come from her mouth.
“Please…please don’t kill me…I’m sorry…so sorry….”
“You don’t follow orders well do you? I didn’t give permission for you to speak “growled the man, his grip becoming tighter.
“Can’t… help… it” panted Clara.
“You are the most annoying thing to ever grace my presence…”
‘Knock’ “Your highness, General Gringrott wishes to see you immediately” called a voice from the other side of the door.
A long pause echoed through the room.
“Your highness?”
“Make that second most annoying thing” muttered Aiden. “Fine, tell the bastard I’ll be there”
“Yes milord”
Aiden took a deep breath and released Clara; he glared down at her for a moment before moving away. He turned his back to her, pausing a moment to adjust his himself; his neglected manhood had been out all this time. Clara paid no mind to this as she slid down the door, in a state of shock.
“Keeva blesses you today helot or are the luckiest being ever…” comment Aiden tossing the scroll on his messy desk. “I’ll consider this strike one. I’d be wary from now on”
A weird whining sound came from Clara’s mouth as a response. Aiden turned back at the collapsed helot. “I need to get out you know” said Aiden dully.
Clara shuffled out of the way robotically, her body acting on some kind of auto-polit. Aiden casually walked up to the door and opened it.
“I’d pull myself together if I were you. Luck might not be on your side next time” replied Aiden half way out the door.
“Why…why…do you keep sparing me?” asked Clara, not sure if the question actually came from her mouth. Why am I asking such a question?
“Hm…perhaps its dumb luck or I’m just crazy like that. Either way, doesn’t mean I won’t kill the next time you screw up” answered the man, and then he was gone. Clara was left alone to compose herself.
“I want to go home…I hate it here” cried Clara brokenly.
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