A red small car whizzed by him, spewing a stone that hit him smack beneath his jaw.“Argh!” he shouted more in shock than pain but the driver did not wait nor acknowledge his hurt. Who was that? He thought as he resumed his walk, rubbing at his jaw. He absentmindedly hoped that it was not that girl with the red hair. He did not want to have to deal with her first today.The person he called had asked him to come for the position by midday and he checked the screen of the phone with him to see that it was still 11:49 am. Yes, he knew he was early.One of the domestic workers who he met at the lawn directed him to an outbuilding where the interview will be done for the interested candidates.Damien had not thought of the fact that he might not be the only person looking for the lucrative job of being the Macmillan’s gardener. He was amazed when he got to the outbuilding and he could see that people were lined up outside the building. The line was so long that he couldn’t see the perso
Deep in the outhouse, the head butler in charge of recruiting the new workers looked up sharply from where he was seated at the head of the table.He was annoyed beyond measure by now and he was already contemplating telling the others outside to leave.What were they all thinking? He thought to himself in anger. He knew that most people were just there so they could brag to their poor friends that they had been on the lands of the Macmillans while others just wanted the glory that comes with being associated with the Macmillans in any way.He was sure that some of them wouldn’t hesitate to live in the dog kernels if asked, also they could be referred to their peers who never had such opportunities.To think most of them had no idea of what the job they were applying for was about was ridiculous.One of them had called pruning shears giant scissors the other time.Idiots. He should tell them all to go home.He couldn’t say exactly what made him look up then. It was not as if new hopef
Damien smiled at the low ceiling above his bed. He was not seeing the patterned ceiling with some kind of design he couldn’t understand. He was smiling at what he could see in his mind’s eyes. For the first time in a long while, he felt elation. The type that he had not felt since he came to live among the humans. The sort he couldn’t remember ever feeling in the World of Origins. He couldn’t remember if he had felt like that before he was put to his deep slumber to await his Time of Awakening. He had no idea if he had felt so happy about helping anybody before. He couldn’t remember much about what happened before his slumber anyway. Only a sense of who he was and the basic knowledge of the Originers. That was before he was sent to his master, Kostos a strange world that he later learnt was called earth. He briefly thought of his master and wondered what his master would have thought of what he had done that day. He should be happy. He thought. “Yes, he should be,” he affirmed t
“Huh?” Damien mumbled in confusion as a distant sound woke him from sleep. What was that? He thought as he looked around the dark room. He turned his head aside and he could see through the window that the sky was barely brushed yet by the faintest of light.What could…Another bang on the door had him jerking in a swift fluid motion. He had no idea who could be on the other side of the door, banging the door at such an hour.What now? He thought as he rubbed against his eyes.Damien had not been able to finally conquer his weird system since he got to the world of humans and he had once asked Kostos why he fell asleep at night here even though it never happened in the world of Origins and all his master said was; there had to be a kind of balance for his summoning. Though all his powers were intact, his system will change to fit into this new world that he was in.Damien was still a few paces away from the door when the bang happened again and he swiftly open the door.His heightened
Teeth chattering and freezing, Damien concentrated on washing off the caked mud on the tools. He was at least happy that the man had finally left him alone as he had been constantly shouting at Damien in the first few minutes to hurry up! Stop being a lazy idiot! To get out if he is not ready to work!The ensuing silence after his departure was a blessing indeed. Damien had caught the man nodding off from where he leaned against the window from inside one of the sheds where he had ordered Damien to get the tools from.“I will be back soon. You will be in trouble if I find out that you did not do this right!” was his last threat before he left.Damien could have hooted in glee if he could get his teeth to cooperate but at this rate, he could almost believe that they would fall off before he finished what he was doing. Fast though he was, the tools were enormous that they could have taken a regular human at least two days to finish washing.“Why do we have to wash something that would b
“I am sorry sir,” Damien said in a low tone. He was trying to get rid of the anger that seemed bent on taking hold of him. The Originers were known for their honesty and deceit was one of the things they hated the most. To think that the man would blatantly lie like that or try to frame him so he could be in trouble was not a possibility that Damien had ever thought of.He thought the highest of these people’s weaknesses was the fact that they could be so hostile to others but the man’s attitude was something else. Lying or deceit was a crime punishable by death in the World of Origins and Damien had never seen anyone in his world that had ever toed that line. It was a known thing that one was not supposed to lie so no one would even try to do so. To think that this man would do it without as much as a blink infuriated Damien and he could feel his fangs itching against his gums to come out. He gritted his teeth so hard that he could taste his blood.The Originer in him couldn’t und
Damien stopped himself from assuaging his urge as he hoped desperately that he wouldn’t be sent away. If his crime was too high, it might affect Alamin who had spoken up for him. “A million dollars?” how much was that? He wondered. He knew it had to be a lot though because of the way the man gave him a triumphant look when he said the amount out loud.He could see that the man was looking uncomfortable now as well and he knew that he wouldn’t mind devising other ways to torture him soon.“Sir should we send him away?” the assistant blurted out when he couldn’t take the tension anymore.“What do you mean by sending him away?” the Head Gardener said so suddenly that Damien almost jumped. “Have you forgotten that he was employed by the butler? What would you say happen to him when you are asked? I can see that you wouldn’t mind losing your job”The assistant was confused. Was he not the one that said he should look for all means to make sure that boy was off the land within two days?“Y
Damien looked at the lady as she stood some distance away from him with a shopping basket held to her waist. She gave him an aggrieved look and he could see that beneath the meek, unassuming demeanor was a lady with spunk. One wouldn't have thought she had such a clear, confident voice the day before when she was pushed to the floor by that rude man, Damien thought.Her body was turned away from his and it could be seen that she was truly on her way without an intention to stop before Damien’s seeming insult stopped her.“You are not going to apologize?” she asked even while Damien was wondering how he could explain himself and make it believable that he had not been talking to her. He was sure that he wouldn’t believe him if he was in her shoes.Apology. That was easier. “I am sorry”She gave him an accessing look “You don’t sound sincere” she said quietly.What does she mean? How was he supposed to sound sincere? Damien asked himself as he racked his brain to see if there was any w