Mark of Royalty By Stefan

MARK OF ROYALTY




Everyone has right and motive of loyalty, be it to their enemy or safest friend, we all have this notion of betraying the bad ones while acting as spy—even if you are your own country's worst best enemy, what matters is to cut difficulty down. The right to birth and live is vary and inconsequential in some places. The right to be bias, prejudice, logical, pacify, live cruel life— right to corrupt. The mission of life; on earth, other planet, unknown space or undiscovered planet. Everything has to end as a sign and mark of loyalty and the royal ones would claim their belonging by being the heirs.

That's all my filial grandpa could tell on his dying bed. I was born as a slave, breed as one and had the mark of loyalty and royalty on it. Though, I give another meaning to royalty because the real fact of my source was buried in an unknown safe place. I rather call it sign of eternity, meaning—I'd die being a slave. But, what will be will be as filial grandpa used to say in his life.

The mark I bore is the great shadow-less one. I had to keep on with it. Running errands was not too good for a Coleen like me in a no safe place. I had to do some cruel and scary thing that oldest man on earth—Methuselah couldn't do in his life time. I was trained to master how poison is produced and used. I mastered everything within little time. I did serve at brothel house to satisfy men. I poisoned as many as I could based on order. Even my kins, in my ignorant, I killed them.

The day the true would have paved a way through sky with rainbow's help, was when I had my last bloodline brother killed. While dying he handed a book over to me to find the real owner—as his last request. His last word was it'll soon end.

It'd been two years now that I had the book with me. Alchemist's law already echoes in my ears with the man I killed last’s word, “It'll soon end”. I had to collide the two ring-rang collusion. If it has to end then I should found it. Without wasting time, I rushed to where the book is kept and read it thoroughly. Finally, Eureka! My buried story was shown today. I found every fact I needed. The royalty mark I had that was misconstrued is but a royal indeed. But fate would always prevail even if we keep preventing her, surely, it'd happen. Those I've killed would have been my prestige. Now this mark I bore is but a mark of loyalty to my fate.

Before the world discover my secrecy nature. I rushed down to official government and handed over the book to them as the only way to claim my royal Line. The government helps my dead cell life and I became the first queen of my time. The mark didn't go in vain. Royalty mark.





©Stefan
OLANREWAJU BOLAJI
2018.