'I told you to read it! Not to alter it and add names on your own. Just because you are queen doesn't mean that you can do everything the way you want_'

'Father_'

'If you had so much gut why didn't you change that Carsson's name! You know he wants you dead!'

'Father_'

'Shut up, Athena. You got it good anyway...'

'Would you people please, this cat is trying to get some sleep.'

Did I mention that Bast, the Egyptian cat goddess sent me a talking Siamese cat called Pinx? Things couldn't get any stranger. First when I left, my whole room was a mess. Then when I came back the unopened gifts were moved away and the opened ones were arranged on the table along with a cat on a cushion, that was licking its paws and wearing a diamond studded collar. She said her name was Pinx. I hated the name and suggested Cleopatra of Cleocatra. She agreed on the second and Pinx was thrown out of the window. I hope Bast wouldn't mind. But Cleocatra was... let's say trained for a lot of luxurious comfort.

Back to Zeus's tantrum.

'Do you have any idea how long it took the Council to make that list?'

I simply stared at him. I knew he was upset and I knew I usually would be too for doing something so stupid, but I didn't feel so. I was somewhat glad I changed the names, especially the right hand part and the cook. I liked Nymphea's cooking. Andrew didn't say anything on the matter. Zeus had lighting sparking under his beard.

'Do you have any idea what you have done?'

'Some Italian guy lost his great opportunity, Athena gets stuck with me, Andrew gets more work and you aren't going to handle me from the shadows?' I said. 'I did summarize it right? Didn't I?'

Zeus stared at me in disbelief before he stormed away. Athena agave a sigh and followed him.

'Nice job,' said Andrew and he left too. I couldn't tell if he was mad or did he really mean it. But it made my mood collapse since I could only think of the first option. Maybe I did something stupid. I look Athena's pendent, Rawana's scrolls and a bracelet, said goodbye to Cleocatra (she didn't even care if I went home) and I shifted in one leap. I only noticed it after I shifted to my real room.

When I appeared in my room, I fell so exhausted; I fell asleep in the spot. Once I got up I changed and kept my new jacket in a safe place, dumped the scrolls and went downstairs. I half emptied the refrigerator and watched some TV. Not Sightless TV, just a movie on HBO. No one was at home, not even an Invisible, for once I was at peace and it was very lonely. I left like a left-over queen.

The clock struck five, I didn't know but I had fallen sleep on the couch. I couldn't exactly remember what happened.

'Homework!' I gasped. But then everything what happened during the last few hours poured into my head. I never cried in front of people, maybe my mom. But now I was alone and I was even allowed to wail if I wanted. So I cried.

Then I picked up an old book from the book shelf and started to read. But I couldn't concentrate. I threw up my hands and sighed, 'What have I done!'

I mean, what Zeus told me sort of downed to me to be true. What is people were assigned to the posts were the ones worthy of it? What if Nymphea was too young to cook? What if that Italian guy really was good and he just lost his lifelong dream? What if Andrew will die of exhaustion of work? Zeus really was a good supporter... What if I face the wrath of Hera? I knew enough of Hercules to know that...

I started to mope again. Mom came home at eight and at that time, I was doing my homework and staring at Athena's pendant whenever I felt down. I made herm y patron. I might as well wear it if it offers some protection from Hera. In fact, it was my namesake and wearing it made sense. Mom brought home some pizza. I was not in the mood of eating and I went to bed early and frankly, I dreamt of being the worst queen of Sightless and I was thrown into the Imprisonatorium.

The next morning my hair was well... not a mess. The fairies made my hair in bed.

'Good morning, my lady,' said Twinkly.

'Good... er... morning,' I moaned. I slipped to the bathroom, my hair was not bad. I quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and a gray shirt. You are not wrong to say that I have no sense of style and was very quick to be mistaken for a boy. For some reason, being mistaken for a boy made me feel really good. I hauled my backpack and ran downstairs. Mom was gone and left the keys of the table along with my breakfast. I slipped it into the fridge _I wasn't hungry_ picked the keys and ran out to catch the bus. It was just another regular day. I waited for the bus for a long long time.

'Your highness?'

I looked down. Trevelyan was below.

'It's Sunday.'

For a while, there was a deep silence.

'Oh,' I said. Then I slowly unlocked the door, waited till Trevelyan went in first and walked in. It was a pity. Now I have the whole day to moan. If it were a school day at least I can forget about sightless.

Just then...

TRIIING!!!!

I jerked and almost knocked over the nearby flower pot. Quickly, I rushed over to the telephone.

'Hello?'

'Amethyst! Come to Sightless. NOW!_BEEP.'

Zeus. He can never leave me alone, can he.

I gave a sigh. I shifted straight home yesterday. Why not back. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my room. When I passed the barrier, I felt like throwing up. Instead of my room, the terror of the throne room filled my mind. So I appeared in the throne room, clutching my tummy. I was so glad I didn't eat anything.

'Thank the stars!' said Enof.

'By time,' said Zeus.

I gulped a few breaths of air. Just then, this three foot tall elf with red hair and wearing a office outfit and with sharp protruding ears stepped forward.

'Your highness.'

My mouth slipped. 'Please not the media.'

'You highness,' repeated the elf, standing straight holding a file in hand. She held it at me. I took it with a frown which read "Proposal to Evaluate the Journalism Freedom Act" and there were a lot of signatures bellow it. I flipped the file, there were a lot.

'You see your highness,' said the elf lady. 'Media plays an important part in our society. With the dawn of your rule we expect you to consider providing journalists more freedom when collecting information.'

If they call what they have right now less I wonder how disastrous a lot will mean.

'What do you propose?'

The elf stiffened. 'As I mentioned earlier we request permission to attend War councils which were banned for public ears a long time ago, freedom to investigate the Imprisonatorium and the freedom for our journalists to roam the palace grounds even without special permission on special occasions.'

'About wandering around the castle,' I said. 'Don't your folk already do that?'

'No your majesty,' replied the elf. 'We certainly do not do that, not without permission.'

'What about the goblin that is standing right next to us right now?' I asked.

I didn't exactly know how I knew but I felt that there was someone right next to me and the fact that I couldn't see the person made me feel uncomfortable. The surprised look on the elf's face told that my suspicions were true.

'I really can't promise you to give these conditions,' I said looking down the dozens of signatures which probably belongs to all of the journalist community. 'War councils meetings are not something that the public should hear_'

'The people have the right to know_'

'Then the enemy will know as well,' I said. 'Isn't that... obvious?'

Enof cleared his throat. 'There were some... situations where the public was misled due to the... eccentric... war strategies.'

'Oh,' I said. 'Well, if we did come up with something during any "war" that the public should know, I will let you know. And the Imprisonatorium does not have a proper door yet, you will have to wait till something appropriate is installed. And going inside it itself useless unless you want to get eaten by something.'

'We request this in order to educate the public,' said the elf, 'in case of an outburst.'

'I deem that unnecessary,' said Zeus. 'Those creatures are there to be forgotten. Even if they information is false, the myths itself will warp its existence.'

'So, your highness_'

'I decline your request,' I said with a sigh. 'But I will reconsider some facts. And please don't send your invisible cameramen around, it's rather irritating and can give someone a heart attack.'

'That happened ones to an elderly Seer,' said Zeus.

'What if the cameramen can be seen?'

'People live here. You would not want someone watching you at home, would you?'

The elf took in a deep breath. 'I do wish you will reconsider.'

'I will,' I said while handing her the file. The elf frowned but didn't want to show it.

'Your majesty_'

'You are dismissed,' I said. They were staring to get under my skin.

The elf left with a bow.

'That troublesome elf wouldn't leave without talking to you,' said Zeus. 'All this rubbish about freedom! They are going to get into a sticky mess poking their fingers into everything.'

I guess governments and media were always best of rivals here.

'You handled that well, your highness,' said Enof.

'Considering how stubborn and arrogant she is,' muttered Zeus while he walked away.

I walked him storm off. 'Can I go home?'

'You'd better stay your highness,' said Enof.

This is going to be a long day.

I had breakfast and found Nymphea all jumpy while she served Indian food.

'Anything else, your highness?' she asked.

I shook my head. I expected her to leave but she simply stood behind me.

'Um...'

I turned to Andrew and gave him a look trying to tell him to say something to the poor girl. Andrew raised an eyebrow.

'You-your highness?'

I turned behind me. Nymphea's face was red as she lowered her head and blurted. 'Thank you for keeping me!' She sprinted back at top speed.

'W-what was that?' I said.

'What else did it sound like?' said Andrew. 'She's just glad you kept her job. It's the only thing she ever cared about and the nymphs are always okay with her handling the kitchen.'

That was the best thing I heard today.

Since I was asked to stay, I went back home and brought my homework. My tongue was still sizzling due to the Indian spices. It was so spicy that the first person who came for an appointment with me must have thought I have cried a good deal. Since he was simply a merchant and was not given an invitation for the coronation, he instead settles on an appointment to present some of his finest goods. It turns out, it was a hippocampus.

I had no idea where to keep a fish tailed horse, until Andrew pointed out that importing a hippocampus was illegal. We had to call Artemis to settle things. And the poor horse was sent back to the sea. I did practically nothing but have a little chat with the horse while Andrew and Artemis did all the work which felt rather awkward.

That day, I sent my entire time in the throne room with me stuck in the only chair in the throne room. It was hard to sit on the throne, so I sat on it sideways resting my back of the arm holder and keeling my feet up while I did my physics homework. It was comfortable that was and hopes that I might be able to scramble back to a respectful position once someone arrives.

'Cos 60.... What's cos 60...'

'My queen...'

I almost fell off the throne. I could not help but wish that the throne would sink under the floor. My embarrassment intensified when I saw that the ones requesting an audience here four extremely hot naiad pretty boys who requested me to do something about the pollution that was going on in the Nile. Their arrival caused such havoc among the nymphs that the unicorns were deployed to keep the fanning fan girls away from the boys. It seems that they were actually a boy band called "the Alligators". They wanted me to be am ambassador in the visible realm with stop humans from polluting the Nile.

Then again, who will listen to a deranged sixteen year old? They left satisfied with me mentioning that I will try my best. Also, they left a trail of fainting nymphs along the way too. I really don't understand girls...

Then the trolls arrived requesting a good irrigation system in their side of town and complaints from merchants for the high taxes and even complaints about imported watermelons! They say that the watermelons get jack-o-scare faces and snaps at people.

'Er,' I said after a group of merchants with turbans hoisted complains. 'I don't want to take this for a joke or something but... it is even possible?'

Guess it was since they have brought a watermelon that grew a face when you about to cut it. I promised to take measures to solve their problems and then made a list behind my notebook, even though I had no idea how I would solve their problems anyway.

01. Journalists

02. Polluted Nile

03. Taxes

04. Snapping watermelons

05. Troll irrigation

06. Horse plague (they turn blue)

07. Fairy pest menace

08. Giant crocodiles

09. Ghost horse in the Nile

I pretty much knew what the last one was.

It really solved my problems that Slitzer himself in his glorious white stallion form came to complain about the rabid crocodiles.

'I've heard,' I said. 'And could not mind not trying to stand out as an apparition, you are freaking everyone out.'

Slitzer neighed. 'I don't care, do something about those crocodiles! If not I will.. er.. drown_'

'And I will shove you back into the Imprisonatorium.'

'Forget it,' said Slitzer. Then he gave a pleading eye look. 'Please!!! Please, please, please, send them away!'

I gave a sigh; this is going to be a long day.