Whatever Remains by T. Richardosn (beautiful books to read .TXT) 📕

Glytherin helplessly patted her back. “Yes,” he said. “If it weren’t for the familiar face, I wouldn’t have addressed you, but if you just took the time to meet me, there could’ve been less lies due to our marriage.”
She nodded. “First, let’s discuss everything in our bedroom.” She took my dainty hands, her hands in this case, and rapped her fingers in his. The queen looked angrily at me. “Hi.” I said. “Are you leaving?” she asked. “Get out of here, my soon to be son in law and my daughter are having a conversation in their room, do you really need to be here?” There was nowhere else for me to go. I was taken here, against my will, by someone who was friends with me for some time. I didn’t know what to do at all.
“How do I get out of here?”
“How did you get in?” she asked.
I shrugged now. “I was unconscious when I was brought here.” She took sometime to look at me. “Is your daughter going to let everyone know that they’ve been fooled with a face that belongs to me, and a name?” The woman rolled her eyes and nodded. “Of course not, she likes the face she is wearing, she believes it something she can get to attract people.”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t attract people at my school, but she does know how to make herself look pretty.”
“Try to put your hair up sometimes, or try to smile and you’ll see the beauty in your features.” She was being nice all of a sudden. “Do you need a place to stay?” she asked. I nodded as I played with my fingers trying my best not to look in her eyes. “Too bad.” She murmured. “Let me call my guards to escort you outside---”
“No!” I yelled finally looking into her deep golden eyes.
“I don’t allow fairies in my castle!” she yelled. I was surprised. A fairy? But then again, I do remember Ophelia saying something about a fairy. I knew she was a fairy! But I wanted to be someone close to you!

“I’m not a fairy,” I said. “I don’t have wings, I don’t sparkle, and I’m not what you all think I am. You all have stolen my identity but you don’t notice that I’m human?” The woman shook her head.
“The air!” she yelled. “The one that you’re breathing in is poisonous to every human! But fairy’s are scarce these days, your lucky you’re alive, none of them make it having to be involved with war, which reminds me. I think I could use you.” She bent over in her chair and pulled something from underneath it. It was a book. She began flipping through the pages. People and Faculty of War.

I stared at her soundlessly as if I were still mute. “Ah!” she yelled. “Here we are, the only fairies actually left in this dimension are five, and we have three living in a cabin three miles down. Maybe you can take your skinny legs and walk. My mouth dropped. “Listen, you can stay here for no more than a week, and then you must find a way for these fairies to let you in, or you must go back to the other dimension.” I nodded happily. I was getting a room. A certain one of my mother’s poems entered my mind quickly.

Liar, liar, pants on fire,
Threw a tomato at your tire,
Went to you job and got you fired,
Liar, liar pants on fire.

What she was saying reminded me of this poem. Either, she was going to give me a job, and catch me on fire, or throw something in the way to keep me from moving on.
“Is there a catch?”


I was following the queen after seeing my room which was the basement. She was pulling me through the whole castle which seemed like miles long.
“Do you have your wings?” she asked. I shook my head. I hadn’t even been aware that I was supposed to have wings. “The catch honey is-”
“I thought the catch was having to sleep in the basement.” I said. She smiled and shook here head.
“No,” she said smiling at me with pearly white teeth. “Actually, the catch is attending war; we’re running out of the magical kinds, like you, the fairies. We have warriors; we have giants, but only few fairies participating.” I was never the kind of person who ever thought about war. “You’d be a sky warrior,” she added on, “if we ever find your wings in time.” I stopped in my place. The queen turned to look at me. The unfamiliar voice of me spoke.
“I can’t be in war; I’m hardly strong enough to do ballet, which I really need to get back to in time.” She breathed heavily letting all the air come out of her bubbled mouth. “What day of the week did you get here?”
“Yesterday.”
“I said what day of the week.”
“Monday,” I answered weakly.
“Today is Thursday.”
I shrieked, “You’re kidding! I had to learn this dance, I have to do it in order to get on with life, it affects on if I get to go to a special arts college! I can’t stay here! I’m still in learning!” She pulled me along with her again around the castle.
“If you want to live, get a last week’s breath of fresh air and I will let you return with all the practice you can get, it’ll just be you and me.” I shook my head.
“Glytherin’s my partner.”
“When did they have partners?” she asked. “In ballet, it was always me myself and I.” That’s because you’re old.

I wanted to say. “Glytherin and you can practice your dance; I don’t want to ruin your life. You, I, and he will work on it together.” She smiled now. We reached a door to a room named, The Queen's. “In here, I will give you an offer of some clothing that you will be wearing as a guest, if anyone asks; you are the sister of the queen.” I nodded. I stepped foot into the room as she opened it and immediately twisted her hair in her fingers for some reason. “The king’s sleeping.” She said. That was bad. “I don’t want to interfere with his sleeping so be quieter than a mouse.” I nodded.
The king’s face was a bunch of wrinkles and lines sprawled across his face with two baggy cheeks like a bull dogs.
I tiptoed in. She led me to her closet that contained a billion robes. The closet, for a queen was small. Where was the rest of it? “This is the guest’s closet,” she said. I nodded with realization spraying all over the place.
“Who’s there?” I heard a deep voice say. I turned behind me. “What are the both of you doing in my beauty sleep? Lindsay, why are you wearing that dirty ballet dress? Your twenty-one years old, we agreed to be over this obsession, as for Glytherin, tell him to fetch me a glass of water.”
The princess’s name was Lindsay? She was twenty-one? The queen shushed her husband. “This is the girl of the face that Lindsay stole, believe it or not, and she was a fairy as well, so she couldn’t die in the process and she’s forgotten all about it.”
The queen seemed to trust me with all of these words. “Please don’t tell Glytherin though, I want to give Lindsay time to finally announce before they get married.” I nodded trying to edge out a smile but I was officially unable to smile when I had the thought of this girl Lindsay in my head because she reminded me a lot of the girl named Keely. Then all of a sudden, I remembered that I had to find proof within two weeks that I hadn’t killed Matthew.
I gasped at the thought of it. “I have to get back!” I whispered. “I’ve only got two weeks to prove Keely wrong, two weeks to show that that I haven’t killed Matthew, two weeks to keep myself from going to court and being sued. I have to go!” I began to run to get out of the room but was grabbed back. I turned to see the queen holding my wrist.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I answered quickly. “I have only two weeks to find proof that I hadn’t killed someone at my school and I must leave as soon as I can.” She scratched the top of her head. “I was really hoping that we could probably practice ballet, I haven’t done it for so long, but I guess we can pass for now. You must stay till the end of the day if you don’t want to die, because you’ve been here for four days now, just stay one more. Leave tomorrow morning and come back in another ten years and maybe that time, you can stay.” I nodded. She threw me a robe now.
“Thanks.” She lied next to her husband and stayed there.
“You may leave.” She said. I nodded. I tripped over a hanger on my way there and fell out of the door while it automatically closed behind me. Four feet stepped before me. I looked up to the familiar face of me, Lindsay, and to the oddly unfamiliar face of Glytherin. He seemed that he had just came because when I saw his feet, they were still moving towards me.
“What are you doing?” he asked his fiancé. It tore me apart having to see such a young guy falling for a girl five years older than him. I sighed.
“You heard everything.” She said. I nodded. She was eaves dropping. “Are you really going back with her to do this ballet thing?” She asked Glytherin. He looked down on me.
“Perhaps, yes, if that’s when she needs to go. But why do you have to go so quickly, Orphelia?” The other girl shook to hearing the name.
“Because,” I said, “as well as I’m doing the ballet and getting into school, I also have to find proof in two weeks that I didn’t kill someone, and his parents have been trying to sue me for the death of him. And my family, what do you think they think?” I stood up from