Naja by David Scott Lillis
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chapter two morning was upon them. Before Nissa realized the sun shot through the branches of knowledge tree at odd angles as students and teacher alike made their way to the forest floor. Calmness! A hurry! Shouted one of her brothers. Mother has come to see us off, called another. But Miss A was not as excited about her journey where she wished to go. There were only one fangs warnings in a certain mark of man. She was the last to fall from the tree and join the others. Amid the roots, the queen's Children nudged and jostled one another as one fang and a Sala conferred some yards away. Angle rose up and look down on his siblings. One fang is old beyond old. Now look at him. All of them did as he said, and then waited for him to continue. He taught all of mother's slippers and many slivers of the queen before her. Before that, he had his journeys and was a student himself. I tell you, he is old beyond old, and when one of you my sisters, becomes queen, one thing will step down or I will make him. I will be teacher I will be the wisest nausea. The queen's Children whispered and wondered at Ang horrors. Brave words. He was the longest and sharpest fang prints. His hood was wide hiss, fetish bright and his colors golden Beige suffered not a single blemish. If he survived his journeys, and none doubted that he would, Angkor could well make good his words. Nissa disliked her brother, Ang. Horror often led the others in teasing her for her size or color or the lack of markings on her hood. Whichever way he chose to take his journeys, Nissa would travel the opposite. The whispering stopped. Suddenly as a solemn approached with one fang at her side, she stretched her long, glorious body out before them and rose to her full height, spreading her mighty hood. She stared down at them until even the brave Angkor lay abject beneath her. Her voice was a mighty hiss. One thing says you are prepared. You had better be. The queen paused and studied them before continuing. My daughters, one of you, maybe queen, but I will oppose you with all my strength, grow long and strong and sharp a thing, for I will fight and kill to keep this crown. My sons, one of you, maybe teacher masala shot a sideways glance at one thing motionless beside her. But one fang has held this honor many years and it will take much more than strength to depose him. May wisdom find you on your journeys. Go now. Your teacher and I tire of you. A solace slowly lowered herself until she was flat. She was still as her Children slithered from the roots of knowledge tree and began their journeys next to her. One fang also watched. Are you pleased, my queen? I am tired. Rest I will find and bring you sweet eggs to dine on. Will you serve my successor as well as you have served me? Yes. Oh, yes. I am old assalam, but not tired. There is much I would yet do with that one. Fang moved off into the undergrowth and Queen Asawa coiled herself into the protective roots of the great tree and passed into sleep