Chronicles Of The Kakonia

A short chapter before things start rolling. Sorry for the long vaction. I have no excuse except for laziness -.-'


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Once again Clara found herself in her unhappy place. Once again she had somehow messed up, with her life on the line. However, she had managed to sneak by with her life intact, her sanity not so much. Days passed since the incident and Clara had indulged herself in pity parties for a few days. The usual guests were in attendance; why me? What have I done to deserve this? Last but not least, someone please help me! Of course the parties did little to lighten her mood or get her a step closer to freedom from this hell-hole.
Thankfully, Clara didn’t have to make any deliveries to Aiden; in fact, Clara had now adapted an avoidance embargo upon the man. If she could help it she would avoid the man at all costs. While that part of her plan was working, other problems seemed to have arisen; that being the damn chamber maids.
Now Clara’s delivery route was never a pleasant experience, but it had gotten better, It seemed time did its job well, and soon the human helot wasn’t top news anymore. However, it would far too easy for things to run smoothly.
“Damn bitches” muttered Clara, desperately blinking away welling tears. The poor red head was perched on her knees on a damp stone floor plucking scrolls from the floor. Some on the documents damp from the poorly mopped floor. In fact most of the hall was soaked with water and slippery soap; it would no surprise if some poor fool would trip. That poor fool was Clara, and to make the situation even better, the hall would cleaned up after Clara left to deliver ruined scrolls.
This delinquency all part of the chamber maid’s vengeance plan to get back at Clara; the reason behind this horrible prank against Clara? Belinda. The maid hadn’t forgotten her humiliation by the hands of Clara, and had vowed to get back at the stupid helot. Of course, beating the human within an inch of her life wasn’t lady-like, so pranks to get the ginger in trouble was a better plan. Apparently important people didn’t’ like to get wet or damaged scrolls; thus why for the last couple of days, Clara’s life had dropped from the seventh circle of hell to the ninth, because big breasted sluts couldn’t let things go.
Clara had thought about telling Andrew and let him fight her battle, but that plan lost steam. Clara had run to the man far too much already. Out of the kindness of his heart, did Andrew stick up for her and help her. Andrew had a kid, he didn’t need another. Clara firmly decided to deal with the bitch problem herself…she just didn’t know how.
I better think of something soon, I don’t know how much more of this abuse I can take, thought Clara. The stress was eating her alive, she could feel the pressure building up.
What if I got them in trouble? Fire with fire…shit, how would I get those bitches in trouble? All they would have to do is flutter their eyelashes and jiggle their boobs and off the hook, thought Clara bitterly. No matter what she came up with, it seemed the maids could easily get out of it. Fuck!
Another day ended with Clara sitting on the floor of Andrew’s home playing with Darren. A compress was strapped to her forearm. The scroll deliver hadn’t gone well at all, thanks to the maid’s pranks, a rather pissed off administrator decided to latch on to Clara’s arm and shake her. His violent attack nearly pulled her arm off. The muscle within the limp ached horribly; even through the compress was doing a good job of lessening the pain.
“Someone hurt you?” asked Darren
“No big thing kiddo. Nothing to worry about” smiled Clara.
“I could beat them up for you. Jar-head says I’m a pretty good fighter. I’m going to be Capitan of the Guard when I’m older” boasted the boy. Clara had to smile at Darren actions even the nick name he gave Jarard.
“I’ll be okay honey” replied Clara ruffling the child’s messy hair. A little ease fell upon Clara; the evening was just about perfect. The bitch was gone to who knows where, Andrew was fixing Clara’s favorite dish (seafood chowder), and there was a cool breeze flowing through the window. The only thing marring the perfect evening was Jar-head was in the kitchen mooching.
Speaking of the devil, Jarard came wondering into the den.
“Dinner is almost ready” commented the man, flumping down in a chair.
Clara never really like Jarard and the feeling was mutual. What irked Clara was that the mooch would be sharing her beloved chowder, and would eat the majority of it. Clara didn’t notice that she was glaring at the garbage disposal.
“The hell is your problem?” asked Jarard listlessly.
“Don’t you have a home elsewhere?” asked Clara
“Yup” he replied
“Then why eat here?” asked Clara, still glaring.
A smirk fell upon Jarard’s and the man answered “Because I don’t have a cute little someone to cook me meals, human”
“Can’t imagine why” muttered Clara to herself.
“Jar-head can’t get a wife” announced Darren happily.
“Quit calling me that you little brat” growled Jarard.
“Why?” asked Darren
“Cause its rude” answered the man annoyed.
“Why?”
“I’m not playing this game with you Darren”
“Why?”
“Stop it” growled Jarard.
“Why?”
“Because it’s annoying” hissed the man
A sinister wide smile broke out upon Darren’s face “Why?”
“It just fucking is!” roared Jarard. “Ouch!” a wooded spoon came down upon Jarard’s head accompanied with a frowning Andrew.
“Keep your voice down, Jarard, you’ll bother the neighbors and watch your language” scolding Andrew.
“But he started it” defended Jarard even going as far as point at the innocent looking Darren.
“He’s just a child and you are an adult. Honestly, no wonder you have such a hard time keeping cadets in line. Flying off the handle at every little thing” admonished Andrew.
To Clara the scene was hilarious; it was like something out of a sitcom. Andrew was wearing an apron, scolding Jarard as if he was a misbehaving child, and Darren getting away with murder. In some way they made a pretty good family picture.
“If anyone needs to be handled, it’s that brat. You are too soft on him” complained Jarard.
“Coming from a man who has no wife or kids” remarked Darren
“Darren! That’s rude, apologize this instant” frowned Andrew.
“I’m so sorry daddy” pouted Darren cutely.
“To me you little goblin, no your dad” Jarard growled.
“Daddy I’m hungry, may we please eat your delicious meal” cooed Darren.
“Of course” smiled Andrew.
“Andrew!” squawked Jarard
“Come on, the chowder is getting cold” commented Andrew before disappearing into the kitchen.
“You win this battle brat, but the war isn’t over” muttered Jarard.
“I look forward to meeting you the battlefield worthy opponent” smirked the little boy.
Jarard chuckled at that, “You’ll make one hell of a soldier, kid”
Darren smile in return before jumping up and running into the kitchen, followed by older man.
I guess the maid problem can wait till tomorrow, thought Clara, food now.

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