Chapter 2: Faded Memories (Part 2 of 2)
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The newly hired servants entered the kitchen as Edana did. They grabbed more food and drink for the guests. She couldn't stay here or else one of the others would notice her hiding away from the guests and tattle on her to Drysi in order to gain favor. There had to be a better place to hide. The thoughts swirled madly in her head as her heart continued to pound. The wash room! No one would go in there till after the feast, when they brought the soiled table linens to wash.
Edana walked normally out of the kitchen before fleeing down the hall to a door near the end. However, she failed to notice that someone watched her flight from the open door to the dining hall. Upon pushing open the door, she found that it lay empty aside from some clean clothing waiting to be sent back to the master's room. Curling up behind one of the wash tubs, she tried to block out the noise and smell from the feast. She was hungry but she dared not go into the kitchen to fetch some food. If she did, she would be forced to serve the guests in the dining hall. She would have to face Lord Bradwr again if that happened. That was a risk she could not take. So she remained where she was, keeping up the pretense that she wasn't hungry. However, she could not escape the smell of the food, and her stomach growled hungrily despite herself. Drysi's extra demands for the feast today had deprived her of any chance to eat a proper meal earlier. Edana had counted on snatching some food while serving dishes during the feast to cover her hunger, but that plan was now in pieces. She would just have to suffer.
Eventually the noises faded and the savory smells faded into lighter, sweeter scents. Without the strong smell of meat to aggravate her senses, her stomach calmed down slightly. She waited until all sounds of feast had been silenced before venturing out of the wash room. Cautiously, she looked down the hall. Seeing that no servants came out of the hall or kitchen, she slipped down the hall and into the kitchen.
The servants hadn't cleared the dining table yet, so Edana couldn't snatch any leftovers from the trays. However, on the table sat a rough plate with a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese. Her mouth watered at the sight for she remembered her hunger. The plate was the type that Edana ate food off of so she assumed that it had been left for another servant. She cautiously picked up the food and smelled it. It smelled heavenly and made her stomach growl even more with hunger. She cut the cheese with a knife she fetched and stuffed it inside the bread. She bit into it, savoring the delicious taste and smell which she hadn't tasted for several years. This was not the roughly made bread and cheese which was all Drysi allowed her, as a child slave, to have.
But suddenly the taste turned vile. It made her gag and brought back a distant memory of tasting something like this before. As the vile taste spread throughout her mouth and body the memory came into sharp focus. She had tasted this before. There had been someone then to help her, to rid her body of it. Though, she now tried to vomit the poisonous food out it was too late. The poison coursed through her body and she sank down on trembling knees. Her voice made no sound as she tried to call for help. No one answered. She was all alone. She fought against the blackness that was taking over her to no avail. Her sight narrowed until all she could see was the face of Lord Bradwr entering the room. He loomed over her smiling, watching her die.
"Did you really think that after all these years I would forget you, the brat who got away?" he jeered. "Those ugly clothes and boyish hair can't hide you from my eyes. Now I'm rid of you as well. I have finally stomped out the last of your line. Go join your parents."
His cold, cruel laugh echoed in the blackness which was all she could see. Her last conscious thought was that she was finally free…free from everything.
Including him.
END
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Chapter 3: The Lily's Facade
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Rivets and Gravity
Not your typical bar experience!
Now offering over 100 exotic brews from all over the galaxy.
A man in coveralls decorated with smears of green grease paused to view the neon sign blinking its message for passersby. Jeron, attracted by the word 'exotic', moved closer to the window glass to peer at the neon sign. In fine print, the brews were listed on the menu according to maker: Auritan, Ladea, Quantra, Trinz… Wait. Trinz? Their brews were rare and illegal in this system. His eyes found the name once again. Only one brew was printed beside it. Firelily. The strongest brew in existence. Highly dangerous and banned in most of the galaxy, one glass could send you to heaven. Jeron swallowed, his mouth watering in remembrance of his first and only glass of Firelily, snagged while he happened to be in a district where the authorities looked the other way.
Jeron stepped back from the window and considered the bar within. He was off work so even though it was the middle of the afternoon, he could risk a drink before going home. Then, decided, he pushed the door inward. The old smell of wood and alcohol surrounded and welcomed him into the bar. When he stepped inside, the door closed behind him with a loud click instead of the normal quiet hiss. This struck him as odd, but he was too distracted by the thought of the drink he would soon enjoy to pay it much attention.
A couple sat at a table in the far corner holding hands and chatting over drinks, seemingly completely absorbed in each other, but the bar was otherwise empty of customers. That didn't bother him, however. Underground bars with illegal brews generally didn't attract a lot of patrons during the day. The gleaming curve of the bar attracted his gaze and he found himself drawn to it as his eyes appreciated the highly polished old stone countertop and the actual wooden base. Jeron highly approved of the old world aesthetic. Synthetics and their perfection bored him. He caressed the edge of the counter surreptitiously as he took a seat on one of the leather wrapped cushioned bar stools.
"What can I get you, sir?" The bartender appeared silently from the back with professional ease.
"One glass-" Jeron's voice broke. He swallowed and tried again. "One glass...of Firelily."
The bartender considered him while preparing a glass. He set the glass down on the counter with a sharp clink. "That, sir, is an expensive drink. May I see your card to verify your available funds?"
Jeron handed over his card. "I don't care how expensive it is. I want one glass."
The bartender took his card with a slight smile of pity. "Once you've tasted Firefly you can never forget it," he murmured. "The taste will haunt you for the rest of your life."
Too caught up in anticipation, Jeron missed what he said. "Did you say something?"
"No, sir." With a few taps on his device, he ran the card. A soft beep signaled enough funds were in the account. "Your card, sir."
Jeron took it and tucked it back into his wallet, his eyes fixed on the empty glass waiting to be filled.
The bartender pulled out a medium sized brown glass bottle. The bottle was completely unremarkable except for the cream colored paper label stamped with "Firelily" in gilded red characters. He placed a square of ice into his mixing cup and then poured the orange red contents of the bottle over the ice. Just the scent of the drink was enough to start Jeron salivating.
After capping the cup, the bartender shook it rhythmically, captivating his customer completely with his artful dance. Once he finished shaking the mixing cup, he poured the drink and ice into the waiting glass. A three-inch layer of foam now covered the top of the drink. As the liquid settled, the darker red gathered at the bottom creating a sunset in the glass. To top it all off, the bartender placed a miniature white lily on top of the foam.
"Your drink, sir." He set it down in front of Jeron and turned away to clean up.
Jeron grabbed for the glass with both of his hands and brought it eagerly to his lips. Taking a deep sniff, he felt the spicy smell spread through him, relaxing every fiber of his being and. He buried his face into the foam for his first sip and happiness soon followed. A beard of white froth covered his chin after he came up for air. But then he dived into his drink again. This time he couldn't stop after only a sip. It was only when he came to the bottom of his glass that he set it down. Jeron used his finger to wipe the froth on his face and licked it off his finger, relishing the drink down to its last drop.
"That was good!" His mouth stretched into a relaxed, vague smile as he remained lost in the memory of that taste which sent explosions of happiness and comfort through his whole body. His eyes drooped close as he sank further into a blissful dreamland. With a thud his head dropped onto the bar.
The bartender set aside the last of his cleaned tools and gestured to the couple sitting at the corner table. "I'm sorry, sir. Firelily is a banned substance."
The couple stood up and approached the counter. The woman produced restraints and snapped them around the unresisting Jeron's wrists.
"Therefore, sir, you are under arrest. My condolences. The first taste is addictive, but the second is far worse." The bartender bowed slightly as the couple lifted Jeron off the stool. He began polishing the counter as the two dragged Jeron out the bar's back door and into the waiting police vehicle.
A new pair replaced the original two and sat at another table with new drinks. Once the bar was reset and restored to calm, the bartender pressed a button under the counter and the door's lock clicked open, ready for the next customer.
END
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