Chapter #5; The Diarond Mess
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The door slammed open.
“Hey, Odin! Guess what’s tomorrow?”
Her voice echoed with excitement.
“April fools, right?”
He started playing with it.
“Come on, you know what it is. I finally get my powers!”
She plopped herself onto his bed.
“You know it’s not the best thing in the world, right Mel? Melanie?”
He snapped his fingers in front of her face; she clearly lost herself daydreaming for a moment or two.
“You and Dolores are just being dramaattinen. Olen varma, että ne eivät ole niin huonoja kuin annat niistä.”
Clearly, she doesn’t know what’s in store for her.
“Ei, emme ole. And you’re not usually this bright or happy. You’re usually all dark and emotionless.”
She glanced over to what he was trying to hide. She gave way to a little smirk.
“Says the pot who’s always got his nose in his diary. Maybe show a little more emotion yourself? I know you know what that is.”
His anger started to boil for some reason, furious, and clearly, annoyed. He started to see red.
“!بس بھی کردو”
“Whoa! Have you been talking to the locals?”
He glared at her, looking like an angry animal about to attack.
“Is that all you came here to do?”
She got the message, going straight to the point, coming in clean.
“I was hoping if Adawna could somehow be there tomorrow.”
The anger brewing suddenly turned into a pang of grief, but it couldn’t be shown.
“You know that’s out of my league. Now if you may, mene ulos.”
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“He said no.”
She had now approached Dolores. Getting your life ruined by a new set of responsibilities was not too much of a big deal, but Dolores was hoping to settle the Ryeon problem tomorrow. Maybe Melanie getting her powers could answer it, so she had invited Leila and Ryeon, just to settle it.
“Minähän sanoin.”
“How do you know him so well?”
She pointed to her butterfly ears, smirking.
“Even curses have perks.”
Melanie buried her face in her hands, defeated and agitated. Dolores caught a whiff of this, immediately going into her supportive sister mode.
“Hey, maybe you can bring her back yourself tomorrow when you get your own powers.”
“I’d have to be an anacondaer to do that.”
She mumbled.
“So? You’re going to be one tomorrow.”
She looked up to see Dolores with a soft, troubled grin.
“Are you even sure I’m going to be one?”
“You have human ears, Odin’s already covered mamber. What else could you be?”
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“Dolores, HELP!”
The birthday girl had wrapped herself up in a frenzy. Apparently, she got herself worked up because she awoke that morning with nothing new that she anticipated.
“Mel, chill. It’s not like they show up instantly, they have to be triggered. They may take a while.”
Dolores tucked her leg underneath her and settled on the sofa where Melanie was sprawled out. The scent of her fresh cup of coffee wafted through the room, waking something in miss frantic’s mind.
“Ooh, can I have some?”
She crept her hands towards her cup, cradling it near her chest once it was smacked away.
“How did Odin’s get triggered then?”
Her face washed up with a painful memory.
“That’s— a story for another time.”
“Oh come on! You can’t just leave it at that!”
“All you need to know is that he never anticipated them, and he hated them even more once he got them.”
“I never anticipated what?”
That pricked Dolores like a needle. She muttered under her breath.
“Olen tuomittu…”
“What?”
“Nothing. Palasit aikaisin kaputtista.”
“Halusin nähdä painajaisen toteutuvan.”
Her face fell, relieved, but fell, unaware of what the other would say as oblivious Odin smirked by the door.
“Odin, tell me, what happened when you got your power?”
This pulled the trigger on the g*n; he stood there glaring at Dolores at a loss for words, who just nervously smiled back. He smiled with hysteria and turned a blind eye.
“I’m going to go freshen up, we still have the delirious dilemma to deal with. Hyvää syntymäpäivää, Melanie.”
As he slammed the door, she realised she had messed up big time.
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The crew was standing outside, worried. What’s going on?
Midway through discussions, they had heard a piercing scream. It had sent chills down their spines. It almost sounded like a distressed, forced laugh. Whatever the sound was coming from, it certainly wasn’t human.
So what was this inhuman creature causing commotion?
It was a majestic creature, yet a little unsettling at the same time. It had the build of your average stork but with a few key differences. It had a diamond feather patch across its chest, but it also had numerous eyes spread across its head, alongside two smaller pairs of jet-black talons, excluding the already fully formed pair. Other than the diamond patch, which was a deep purple, its feathers were a beautiful, almost silvery, grey, with the edges of its wings and tail being jet black to match the talons.
This was a creature of peace, one that drags along fertility and liveliness in an area along with it; that is, if it wishes.
“Diarond.”
Though the question still remains, why the commotion?
Someone was trying to strangle this creature, a certain cobren.
It was Aibek.
Why? No one knows.
He was strangling this creature nonetheless, clearly in an attempt to capture it. He was facing a little bit of a hiccup though, obviously, since he was trying to harshly control a wild animal.
Some people just don’t use their brain apparently.
That is, if they have one.
He had an accomplice with him this time. No one could really tell who it was since he was wearing a dark cobalt blue leather jacket, and covered his face with a dark maroon bandana, but the visible undercut of his hair and his skin tone rang some bells of familiarity for Odin. Very unsettling bells.
Anyways, back to the dilemma.
Amidst the ruckus he had created, Aibek caught sight of the crew, specifically Odin.
The Adawning realization hit him that he had been compromised.
He tried to flee, but tangled himself up in the ropes along with a bird the size of your average human. He was anxiously trying to free himself as he saw an aggravated emo coming in his direction.
Aggravated and concerned.
In a frenzy, he started running, dragging the diarond behind him.
The whole place looked surprisingly concerned, even his accomplice. They stood there in shock and disbelief of his idiocy.
He muttered under his breath,
“How’d I end up with this flamin’ galah?”
However, as everyone stood there in disbelief, she followed the i***t. Dolores tried to stop her but in vain.
“Well, she’s dead.”
Dolores aggressively elbowed him.
“I just wanted to know what flowers she wants for her funeral.”
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She followed Aibek onto a pedestrian bridge. His abettor had gotten ahead of him and had already started untangling him. Concerned for the wellbeing of the avian, she gave them a shot in the arm, awkwardly. However, while doing so, she thought she recognised Aibek’s friend. Curious, she questioned him.
“Do I know you from somewhere?”
Hearing the question, he made a run for it, accidentally pushing Melanie in the process.
She fell down the bridge. Tried gripping onto an edge but had her hand slip and reflexes fail her.
She descended to her doom, expecting to find herself in Kaputt.
Hey! She’ll be with Adawna, and Odin’ll be there too.
She fell, closing her eyes and accepting her fate, when something happened.
Someone caught her.
“I thought humans wanted to die in a dramatic, cooler way, but you just accepted your fate. Boring.”
She dangled from the soaring bird, shocked yet ever so grateful for its arrival.
“You Can Talk? Weren’t you just using your stupid bird laugh when that i***t tried to strangle you?”
“My bird laugh isn’t stupid.”
The diarond then just left it at that. They shortly got back to the rendezvous point.
Melanie got off the diarond like the klutz she is. She got up and brushed herself off, only to find herself in Dolores’ arms.
“Melanie…”
“What?”
“Your ears…”
“What about them?”
“They’re the same as mine. Do you know what this means?”
“What?”
“You can talk to animals!”
She glanced over her shoulder at the diarond, who softly smiled back.
Huh. Birds can smile.
“Yeah.”
“Hey Princess Melanie!”
The older sister’s heart fell in her throat.
“Odin…”
1st April 2021, Thursday.
Melanie;
I FINALLY GOT MY POWERS! Now Odin and Dolores won’t brush me off as the powerless youngest. YES. Point 1 for Mel. They’re communication-based, like Dolores’s. Dolores’s. That sounds weird aloud. I was hoping I’d be an anacondaer instead of a colourbird. I know that emotion drives anacondaers, so I could’ve easily brought Addie back once I got Beryl from Malam, like Odin got the onyx from her. She was my best friend after all. I didn’t see Leila after her death till today. Odin wasn’t as crummy around her as he usually is. smirks
- Writer
