Personal Narrative: Seven Dynasties Of The Glades

When I finally came to, I was put to work enforcing. Three weeks passed with nothing remotely interesting happening. However, I did manage to send out a revaluation form to the Futuro court. My meeting was set in a month from now.

Eventually one of my supervisors came up to me with an intriguing offer. “Hazel, are you board of border patrol?” “Yes, sir, why?” I replied. “Well as I’m sure you know, even the Glades has powerful families. The primitives here call them the seven dynasties of the Glades.” “Yes, I have heard of them,” said, starting to inch away. “You see,” he said, catching my arm, “two of the dynasties, the Whitehall and the Evans families are growing closer. “We have no idea what they are planning,” he said, lowering

“We don’t like medicine,” Thea added.
The poor woman looked like she would start crying, so I walked up behind the two troublemakers. I grabbed the backs of their shirts and held them still so the woman could force the tonic into their ungrateful mouths. Once all that was done, I replaced them, and they ran off crying.
“Thank you,” the woman said straightening up.
“It was nothing,” I said smugly. “If there is anything else I can do to help?”
“Well, as you asked,” she replied. “Hear,” she picked a suspiciously tedious pile of leather bound books and thrust them into my arms. “Bring this to the master’s office,” she continued giving a withering look as if she were thinking of throwing me off the roof.
“Alright,” I replied, “if you could just point me in the direction?”
“I’m sure you’ll find your own way,” she snapped and ran back outside.
Silently cursing all Glade servants that ever lived, I stumbled around looking for the master’s study.

I won’t bore you with the details of how I found the so called master, but I eventually did. I knew I had found the right room because it had a sign on it that said “Lord Evans’ Study; Don’t Even Think About Interrupting Me.” I took a deep breath knocked on the