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The End of The World

There are days where one knows the world is about to end. One might figure it out the second they roll out of bed into and angry chasm, or possibly at lunch when the nearest volcano erupts.
Young prince Sazaciu had much more reliable sources then rumbling volcanoes, unpredictable chasms or even asteroid predicting astronomers. He had Neela.

The morning had been utterly and completely efficient, just as he had planed. Breakfast, then military training, followed by study. He then bribed Song to distract the tutor-he had stolen a very good book that he knew she wanted to get her hands on. So he snuck out the window, through the courtyard, past the cliffs into the secret dock and onto the small offshore island where his clubhouse resided. All done without a single hitch, not one thing had gone wrong.

So in other words, Sazaciu was mind-breakingly bored.

He approached the hollow tree that was his clubhouse slumped over and yawning. He jumped grabed the second lowest branch and hung in midair feet dangling over a newly formed trap door that lead to nothing. He spent a moment feeling the bark of the tree flake beneath his finger tips. He yawned, and dropped.

There was a brief rush of air as he slid down the polished wood slide. He hit the padded landing with a small flop and for a second considered not even getting up. Resigned, he forced his body up at the shoulders and slumped forward. Then he heard a noise, a small funny noise that tickled the inside of his ear. Humming.

Hearing this Sazaciu jumped to his feet and stood tall, shoulders back. He looked around the empty entrance hall. The underground walls were the same-old, same-old dirt that had been there as long as he remembered. The floor was the usual scattered mess of rugs and pillows that softened the landing of the slide that curled down from the high ceiling. (There were of course other ways to enter the club house, but most members preferred the more entertaining way in.)

Slowly the young prince roamed the halls of his club house, looking for the source of the annoying noise. He passed empty rooms, and not so empty rooms and many rooms filled with miscellaneous stolen objects. Eventually, predictably, he got bored with the humming noise and retired to his throne room.

The throne room was the largest room, modeled after the King’s throne room in Palace Place, but beside from the layout it was similar to every other room. Dirt walls with candle holders tacked in place(one might refer to them as poor mans wall sconces), dirt floors with plushy pillows and rugs (most all of them stolen) and various games scattered across the room. In fact there were only two things that separated this room from the rest on a normal day- its size and the throne that occupied the focus of the room in front of a long, game covered table.

But today there were three things that separated this room from the rest. Neela was sitting in his chair. She had her head bent over several maps and pictures, each braid a strand that fell over her features and spider webbed her face with candlelight shadow. She was no doubt planning the next big heist, and her lips pouted with the effort of it. Her dark skinned hands were rearranging the papers and scribbling notes at odd intervals. Each shuffle and pen stroke narrated by a light noise- humming, and it was kind of nice to listen to. In fact, it was quite nice just to sit and watch her be so focused. But the fact of the matter was, not only was she humming, she was in his chair.

Usually someone sitting in his chair would be subject to a great THWACK across the skull, no doubt resulting in an intense, but playful wrestling match. Sazaciu always won, unless of course it was the current offender herself, who beat him half the time. On a stray thought Sazaciu thought he was lucky that Babcak had never taken a fancy to his throne, wrestling the nearly six foot, twice his weight giant child wouldn't ever be on his top-favorite things to do list, in fact, it was probably on his things to try and prevent from ever happening list. Much like Neela humming.
Which she was doing, loudly, to some unknown tune that played in her mind.

Neela was humming. Humming! HUMMING!

Sazaciu's brain froze with the catastrophic implications for several moments as it tried to figure out what could possibly make Neela, happy. It was a simple fact the Neela wasn't happy… ever. But there she was, all sun shine and rainbows and....clearly representing the end of the world.

Sazaciu was apprehensive as he walked towards his second in command. Was her happiness the end of the world? A little voice in his head said no, the bigger one said Hell yes! As Sazaciu stood looking over Neela's shoulder the two voices had a rather large debate, leaving Sazaciu with the fact the not only was he as crazy as a prince turned thief could be, but it was Neela's humming that meant the end of the world, not her happiness.

Besides, it was kinda nice when Neela was happy.

"Neela, are you...feeling ok?" He began, staring at the multitude of braids that covered the back of his friends head.

"Just fine." She said before she continued her song. Sazaciu stared at her blankly, she was fine...but this was the end of the world!

After a moment Neela gathered up her papers, "It's almost all planned out!" She said merrily, much too merrily to actually be Neela. While Sazaciu wondered if it was actually Neela in front of him, the unpredictably cliché' happened.

She kissed him. And all of the Princes brain function went from suspicion to a much, much simpler word: "Wow....."

"I'll talk to you about the plan later." She said in a sing-song voice as she -almost- skipped out of the room. (Her braids swished back and forth in spite of this, and he noticed that she had beaded several of them.)

Confused, slightly put out and still expecting a rumbling chasm to swallow him whole (or at lead a volcano to start rumbling) Sazaciu sat on his throne and carelessly threw his legs over one of the wooden arms. Sazaciu decided three things; A. the new Neela was nice. B. It’s a good thing when Neela hums. And C.The end of the world might not be so bad after all.

Description
The End of The World

There are days where one knows the world is about to end. One might figure it out the second they roll out of bed into and angry chasm, or possibly at lunch when the nearest volcano erupts.
Young prince Sazaciu had much more reliable sources then rumbling volcanoes, unpredictable chasms or even asteroid predicting astronomers. He had Neela.

The morning had been utterly and completely efficient, just as he had planed. Breakfast, then military training, followed by study. He then bribed Song to distract the tutor-he had stolen a very good book that he knew she wanted to get her hands on. So he snuck out the window, through the courtyard, past the cliffs into the secret dock and onto the small offshore island where his clubhouse resided. All done without a single hitch, not one thing had gone wrong.

So in other words, Sazaciu was mind-breakingly bored.

He approached the hollow tree that was his clubhouse slumped over and yawning. He jumped grabed the second lowest branch and hung in midair feet dangling over a newly formed trap door that lead to nothing. He spent a moment feeling the bark of the tree flake beneath his finger tips. He yawned, and dropped.

There was a brief rush of air as he slid down the polished wood slide. He hit the padded landing with a small flop and for a second considered not even getting up. Resigned, he forced his body up at the shoulders and slumped forward. Then he heard a noise, a small funny noise that tickled the inside of his ear. Humming.

Hearing this Sazaciu jumped to his feet and stood tall, shoulders back. He looked around the empty entrance hall. The underground walls were the same-old, same-old dirt that had been there as long as he remembered. The floor was the usual scattered mess of rugs and pillows that softened the landing of the slide that curled down from the high ceiling. (There were of course other ways to enter the club house, but most members preferred the more entertaining way in.)

Slowly the young prince roamed the halls of his club house, looking for the source of the annoying noise. He passed empty rooms, and not so empty rooms and many rooms filled with miscellaneous stolen objects. Eventually, predictably, he got bored with the humming noise and retired to his throne room.

The throne room was the largest room, modeled after the King’s throne room in Palace Place, but beside from the layout it was similar to every other room. Dirt walls with candle holders tacked in place(one might refer to them as poor mans wall sconces), dirt floors with plushy pillows and rugs (most all of them stolen) and various games scattered across the room. In fact there were only two things that separated this room from the rest on a normal day- its size and the throne that occupied the focus of the room in front of a long, game covered table.

But today there were three things that separated this room from the rest. Neela was sitting in his chair. She had her head bent over several maps and pictures, each braid a strand that fell over her features and spider webbed her face with candlelight shadow. She was no doubt planning the next big heist, and her lips pouted with the effort of it. Her dark skinned hands were rearranging the papers and scribbling notes at odd intervals. Each shuffle and pen stroke narrated by a light noise- humming, and it was kind of nice to listen to. In fact, it was quite nice just to sit and watch her be so focused. But the fact of the matter was, not only was she humming, she was in his chair.

Usually someone sitting in his chair would be subject to a great THWACK across the skull, no doubt resulting in an intense, but playful wrestling match. Sazaciu always won, unless of course it was the current offender herself, who beat him half the time. On a stray thought Sazaciu thought he was lucky that Babcak had never taken a fancy to his throne, wrestling the nearly six foot, twice his weight giant child wouldn't ever be on his top-favorite things to do list, in fact, it was probably on his things to try and prevent from ever happening list. Much like Neela humming.
Which she was doing, loudly, to some unknown tune that played in her mind.

Neela was humming. Humming! HUMMING!

Sazaciu's brain froze with the catastrophic implications for several moments as it tried to figure out what could possibly make Neela, happy. It was a simple fact the Neela wasn't happy… ever. But there she was, all sun shine and rainbows and....clearly representing the end of the world.

Sazaciu was apprehensive as he walked towards his second in command. Was her happiness the end of the world? A little voice in his head said no, the bigger one said Hell yes! As Sazaciu stood looking over Neela's shoulder the two voices had a rather large debate, leaving Sazaciu with the fact the not only was he as crazy as a prince turned thief could be, but it was Neela's humming that meant the end of the world, not her happiness.

Besides, it was kinda nice when Neela was happy.

"Neela, are you...feeling ok?" He began, staring at the multitude of braids that covered the back of his friends head.

"Just fine." She said before she continued her song. Sazaciu stared at her blankly, she was fine...but this was the end of the world!

After a moment Neela gathered up her papers, "It's almost all planned out!" She said merrily, much too merrily to actually be Neela. While Sazaciu wondered if it was actually Neela in front of him, the unpredictably cliché' happened.

She kissed him. And all of the Princes brain function went from suspicion to a much, much simpler word: "Wow....."

"I'll talk to you about the plan later." She said in a sing-song voice as she -almost- skipped out of the room. (Her braids swished back and forth in spite of this, and he noticed that she had beaded several of them.)

Confused, slightly put out and still expecting a rumbling chasm to swallow him whole (or at lead a volcano to start rumbling) Sazaciu sat on his throne and carelessly threw his legs over one of the wooden arms. Sazaciu decided three things; A. the new Neela was nice. B. It’s a good thing when Neela hums. And C.The end of the world might not be so bad after all.