Monologue Lord Of The Flies
One: Get her away from here!
Amanita, Chief of Derora has 48 hours to publicly hang herself or the entire planet of Derora will face the wrath of the Fowls.
I crumple the note in my fist. Dried crimson holes replace her eyeballs, multiple slash marks cover her abdomen and chest and her limbs are scattered around her body. She lost her chance to be loved by her people. But did she also become the lord of the flies?
The space surrounding the body becomes desolate as I saunter towards the dead decaying soldier. I inch closer and closer to the body unfazed by the hideous sight. Sadness, grief, shock are foreign emotions to me.
Numbness turns to anger, and I glare at the lifeless soldier. These Fowls have lived up to the animals they were born to be. Cunning like a fox and sinister like an owl. They have the audacity to threaten my planet. My Home. How dare they murder one of my people and drop them from the sky like a toy! No. I will not allow this. They will not use my devotion to my planet to threaten my people, my family, my daughter! …show more content…
My daughter… I grab Avalon and sprint away from the angry mob outside the capitol building.
Don't make eye contact. Don't even look at anyone. Take Avalon to her room. She is all the matters at this moment. Your daughter is all that matters right now. I chant in my mind as I speed away from the explosion of anger in the crowds. I must get her away from this mess.
Avoid everyone. I whisper as I enter the Capitol building into the Main Hall. Winslow and my mother along with the other members of the council bombard me with unwanted advice. Get out of the way! The group becomes a crowd and I find myself pushing through.
“Don’t you dare do it. Don’t give in. We will find another way.” Winslow said as he came in front of me. I push past him.
“Amanita! Say something!” My mother
yells.
Leave me alone.
I run up the majestic flight of stairs and squeeze Avalon's head tightly to my chest. She can probably hear my heart racing a thousand miles a second. I don’t care as long as she remains unblemished like a brand-new canvas. I must shield her from the black paint of disorder.
The bellows of the crowd start to fade away as I make space between myself and the people.
“I can walk. You know that right?” She says with a hint of my mother’s attitude as I throw myself on the bed. She spends too much time with Reina.
“It’s dangerous out there and you needed to get to safety.” I reply and let out a loud sigh.
“Safety is not locking the bedroom door” she crosses her arms and looks at me with that sassy smile of hers.
“Well I just wanted some time to think and be with you until I have to meet with the chief’s council” I say with no feeling. I can hardly look at her knowing that I might have to do something dangerous to protect her. She is too young to understand that sacrifice is an important part of being with the people you love. She didn’t see what was on the note, so she won't know why I was running away until it's too late. She knows danger comes with my job, but she doesn't understand the extent of that danger. And then I'll be gone, and everything will be for the better.
Two: What just happened?
Take a deep breath. Longer than an endless road, deeper than the vast sea. I open the door to the conference chamber.
All the members of the chiefs’ council stand waiting for me to take my seat. No matter how many times express my discomfort in being above them, they still stand.
“But you are our chief and you deserve the utmost respect from your subjects.”
This is not a monarchy and It boils my blood to constantly remind everyone that I am not their Queen.
My mother, who justifies her presence as ‘an experienced,” sits across the long table. I give one long stare into her piercing blue eyes, and then I begin
“I’m going to do it.” I blurt out. Dead silence.
There is a painstakingly long minute before anyone responds.
“So, you’re just going to give up?” Winslow asks.
“I'm not giving up. I'm just doing what is best for the planet.” I reply.
“You are what's best for this planet.”
Another wave of silence fills the room. The air starts to get colder in the room. I can feel the hair on my neck stand up.
“I agree with the Head Military General.”
“Yes, you need to stay alive to show the Fowls that we will not be blackmailed.”
“Perhaps we could lock down the capital and send out our best spies.”
“We should declare war and wipe out these savages.”
The council starts to debate about what to do next. I stare at my mother who returns the favors with a. Smile.
People get up, yell and shove each other. The Fowls brought out the animals in us.
“Everyone shut up!” I say as I stand up and throw my chair back.
And the room falls silent again.
“It's not the fault of the Fowls but the fault of certain people within that race.” And I have a pretty good idea who that is.
“There is mole and they are still in the capital. We need to lock down the capital and double the guards at each post.” The Fowl will still be in the capital to hold their end up on the threat tomorrow evening. I will disguise myself and Stryker Harris as commoners and we will find the mole and make them pay for this threat.”
After I say my piece, I dismiss everybody and storm out of the room. I left before I could hear the gasps of the council. Stryker was the most wanted criminal in prison right now.
Three: Execute the plan
I stand on the balcony. This is disgusting. I watch the drones as they fly above the crowd trying to record every moment of my speech only to replay it to the people on the side of the building. Why do I have to do it like this? I prepare myself. Can’t I just use a megaphone? And I start to speak.
“People of the planet Derora, today we all faced a tragedy. One that we have never faced before. And because of this, we need to stay united.” I say to the drone directly in front of me. Ugh, I sound so cliché.
“Let’s not be quick to point fingers at each other.” I'm such a hypocrite. I know exactly who was behind this.
“The chief’s council will get to the bottom of this situation.” Oh, I swear it. I will make those responsible for this pay for threatening me.
“But until we find who’s responsible, the capital will be under lockdown. No one may enter or exit the capital gates. We do this to ensure your safety.” I will ensure your safety. The safety of my family and my people is all that matters to me.
With a swift turn, I enter the capitol doors and leave the people behind to comprehend what they just heard.
When I am inside the building, I try to avoid Winslow, but the attempt is useless because he grabs my arm. Although I don't like to admit it, I fall weak in his grasp even though I am a higher-ranking soldier. That's partially why I avoid him. He makes me weak.
He pulls me around the circular hall way that hovers over the lobby. I watch as more soldiers leave the building to get to their assigned posts through the designed hole in the ground.
Winslow should be down there. He should be giving the orders. Not the third in command.
Right before he pulls me into the council conference chamber, I let go from his grip and turn back to lead the guard.
I don’t care if he needs to talk to me. Whatever he needs to say can wait. Right now, we need the guard to protect this planet and if Winslow won’t do his duty as Head Military general, I will.
Winslow grabs my shoulders and forces me to look at him. “Whether you will admit it or not, but we are long overdue for a chat.” He says with fury.
His grip grows tighter around my bicep. “We can talk all you want after everyone is safe.” I rage in his face and attempt to break free again with no success, to my surprise. I am stronger than him. It's written in my rank. I am the highest-ranking soldier in all Derora. How is this possible?
“No. We will talk right now.” He says as he shoves me into the chamber and slams the large door.
Four: Love is a battlefield
I gaze at the wall in front of me and follow the swirls of design.
“I’m not letting you leave until you talk to me.” Winslow sighs from behind me. There are more important things to be done.
“What you are planning to do is dangerous and I need to be there to protect you.” I can hear the hope in his sweet voice. Your love does not blind me from the fact that you think I’m weak.
With the most courage I’ve had all day, I say the word “No” crushing any hope he had of replacing Stryker’s place in this mission. I’ll suffer the heartache if it means that this planet will stand tall.
“But he is a Gatorsnake! He can’t be released from prison. Stalking is one of the most heinous crimes in this planet!” And he tries to reason with me. I love you too much to put you in danger.
“That makes him even more valuable to me. He is going to help me find the mole.” I say and cross my arms. “Snakes have a good sense of smell so the note the Fowls sent should suffice as a reference.” It’s honestly a crapshoot.
“Elephants also have a good sense of smell. I’m a Leophant so my lion traits will help for physical contact with this mole.” He argues. Sometimes, you’re a pathetic excuse for a man, but it’s just so cute.
I feel a smirk rise due to his miserable attempt to change my mind. “Well I’m a Teagok. Tigers are just as good as lions, maybe even better so I will be able to handle any physical contact if it is necessary.” Handled. Like a boss because we are just that good.
He sighs.
“You need to stay here to protect the capital. You are the second in command. When I’m not here, you are in charge.” I hope I don’t regret this decision.
I walk closer and hold his cheeks in my palms “I don't trust anyone other than you and my mother to run this place while I’m gone.” I’ll be fighting this planet's battles and ignoring the ones at home.
I look deep into his hazel eyes and watch as his pupils dilate larger than I’ll allow my heart to show. As soon as he opens his mouth, I leave. I can’t give myself a reason to stay, to give up my duty. Love is a battlefield.
Five: Never good enough
As I scurry away from the conference chamber, I stare at the deserted Main Hall. All the troops have been deployed. The adrenaline that kept me running vanishes as I walk down the stairwell and all I am left with is an empty, lonely hall.
The door to the building blocks me from a quiet crowd. I could only hear the council members and some soldiers. Where did everyone go? I start to walk closer to the door.
“We told everyone to go home or if they are visiting to find shelter in any public housing.” says a sweet demanding voice that I have been raised by.
“You are not in charge.” I say releasing of tension.
“Well while you were gone, I was the only experienced person here to deal with matters.” She boasts as my predecessor. She won’t get the satisfaction of doing my job.
My heels of my boots click on the marble tiles as I storm from the Main Hall into the dark hallway leading to the dungeon. Not too long later, I hear a faster set of heels click behind me.
“Where are you going?” an authoritative voice says behind me.
“I don’t have to answer to you.”
“You may be an adult now” her voice softens “but I am still your mother.” I don’t doubt the genuity in her voice. But she uses that excuse every single time.
I stop as I say that and turn around to face her. “you may be my mother, but I am your Chief.” I leave her standing there as continue my trek to the dungeon.
For the first time in my life I stood up to my mother's standards. She only wanted and still wants the best for me, I never feel like I am good enough. Until now.
Amanita, Chief of Derora has 48 hours to publicly hang herself or the entire planet of Derora will face the wrath of the Fowls.
I crumple the note in my fist. Dried crimson holes replace her eyeballs, multiple slash marks cover her abdomen and chest and her limbs are scattered around her body. She lost her chance to be loved by her people. But did she also become the lord of the flies?
The space surrounding the body becomes desolate as I saunter towards the dead decaying soldier. I inch closer and closer to the body unfazed by the hideous sight. Sadness, grief, shock are foreign emotions to me.
Numbness turns to anger, and I glare at the lifeless soldier. These Fowls have lived up to the animals they were born to be. Cunning like a fox and sinister like an owl. They have the audacity to threaten my planet. My Home. How dare they murder one of my people and drop them from the sky like a toy! No. I will not allow this. They will not use my devotion to my planet to threaten my people, my family, my daughter! …show more content…
My daughter… I grab Avalon and sprint away from the angry mob outside the capitol building.
Don't make eye contact. Don't even look at anyone. Take Avalon to her room. She is all the matters at this moment. Your daughter is all that matters right now. I chant in my mind as I speed away from the explosion of anger in the crowds. I must get her away from this mess.
Avoid everyone. I whisper as I enter the Capitol building into the Main Hall. Winslow and my mother along with the other members of the council bombard me with unwanted advice. Get out of the way! The group becomes a crowd and I find myself pushing through.
“Don’t you dare do it. Don’t give in. We will find another way.” Winslow said as he came in front of me. I push past him.
“Amanita! Say something!” My mother
yells.
Leave me alone.
I run up the majestic flight of stairs and squeeze Avalon's head tightly to my chest. She can probably hear my heart racing a thousand miles a second. I don’t care as long as she remains unblemished like a brand-new canvas. I must shield her from the black paint of disorder.
The bellows of the crowd start to fade away as I make space between myself and the people.
“I can walk. You know that right?” She says with a hint of my mother’s attitude as I throw myself on the bed. She spends too much time with Reina.
“It’s dangerous out there and you needed to get to safety.” I reply and let out a loud sigh.
“Safety is not locking the bedroom door” she crosses her arms and looks at me with that sassy smile of hers.
“Well I just wanted some time to think and be with you until I have to meet with the chief’s council” I say with no feeling. I can hardly look at her knowing that I might have to do something dangerous to protect her. She is too young to understand that sacrifice is an important part of being with the people you love. She didn’t see what was on the note, so she won't know why I was running away until it's too late. She knows danger comes with my job, but she doesn't understand the extent of that danger. And then I'll be gone, and everything will be for the better.
Two: What just happened?
Take a deep breath. Longer than an endless road, deeper than the vast sea. I open the door to the conference chamber.
All the members of the chiefs’ council stand waiting for me to take my seat. No matter how many times express my discomfort in being above them, they still stand.
“But you are our chief and you deserve the utmost respect from your subjects.”
This is not a monarchy and It boils my blood to constantly remind everyone that I am not their Queen.
My mother, who justifies her presence as ‘an experienced,” sits across the long table. I give one long stare into her piercing blue eyes, and then I begin
“I’m going to do it.” I blurt out. Dead silence.
There is a painstakingly long minute before anyone responds.
“So, you’re just going to give up?” Winslow asks.
“I'm not giving up. I'm just doing what is best for the planet.” I reply.
“You are what's best for this planet.”
Another wave of silence fills the room. The air starts to get colder in the room. I can feel the hair on my neck stand up.
“I agree with the Head Military General.”
“Yes, you need to stay alive to show the Fowls that we will not be blackmailed.”
“Perhaps we could lock down the capital and send out our best spies.”
“We should declare war and wipe out these savages.”
The council starts to debate about what to do next. I stare at my mother who returns the favors with a. Smile.
People get up, yell and shove each other. The Fowls brought out the animals in us.
“Everyone shut up!” I say as I stand up and throw my chair back.
And the room falls silent again.
“It's not the fault of the Fowls but the fault of certain people within that race.” And I have a pretty good idea who that is.
“There is mole and they are still in the capital. We need to lock down the capital and double the guards at each post.” The Fowl will still be in the capital to hold their end up on the threat tomorrow evening. I will disguise myself and Stryker Harris as commoners and we will find the mole and make them pay for this threat.”
After I say my piece, I dismiss everybody and storm out of the room. I left before I could hear the gasps of the council. Stryker was the most wanted criminal in prison right now.
Three: Execute the plan
I stand on the balcony. This is disgusting. I watch the drones as they fly above the crowd trying to record every moment of my speech only to replay it to the people on the side of the building. Why do I have to do it like this? I prepare myself. Can’t I just use a megaphone? And I start to speak.
“People of the planet Derora, today we all faced a tragedy. One that we have never faced before. And because of this, we need to stay united.” I say to the drone directly in front of me. Ugh, I sound so cliché.
“Let’s not be quick to point fingers at each other.” I'm such a hypocrite. I know exactly who was behind this.
“The chief’s council will get to the bottom of this situation.” Oh, I swear it. I will make those responsible for this pay for threatening me.
“But until we find who’s responsible, the capital will be under lockdown. No one may enter or exit the capital gates. We do this to ensure your safety.” I will ensure your safety. The safety of my family and my people is all that matters to me.
With a swift turn, I enter the capitol doors and leave the people behind to comprehend what they just heard.
When I am inside the building, I try to avoid Winslow, but the attempt is useless because he grabs my arm. Although I don't like to admit it, I fall weak in his grasp even though I am a higher-ranking soldier. That's partially why I avoid him. He makes me weak.
He pulls me around the circular hall way that hovers over the lobby. I watch as more soldiers leave the building to get to their assigned posts through the designed hole in the ground.
Winslow should be down there. He should be giving the orders. Not the third in command.
Right before he pulls me into the council conference chamber, I let go from his grip and turn back to lead the guard.
I don’t care if he needs to talk to me. Whatever he needs to say can wait. Right now, we need the guard to protect this planet and if Winslow won’t do his duty as Head Military general, I will.
Winslow grabs my shoulders and forces me to look at him. “Whether you will admit it or not, but we are long overdue for a chat.” He says with fury.
His grip grows tighter around my bicep. “We can talk all you want after everyone is safe.” I rage in his face and attempt to break free again with no success, to my surprise. I am stronger than him. It's written in my rank. I am the highest-ranking soldier in all Derora. How is this possible?
“No. We will talk right now.” He says as he shoves me into the chamber and slams the large door.
Four: Love is a battlefield
I gaze at the wall in front of me and follow the swirls of design.
“I’m not letting you leave until you talk to me.” Winslow sighs from behind me. There are more important things to be done.
“What you are planning to do is dangerous and I need to be there to protect you.” I can hear the hope in his sweet voice. Your love does not blind me from the fact that you think I’m weak.
With the most courage I’ve had all day, I say the word “No” crushing any hope he had of replacing Stryker’s place in this mission. I’ll suffer the heartache if it means that this planet will stand tall.
“But he is a Gatorsnake! He can’t be released from prison. Stalking is one of the most heinous crimes in this planet!” And he tries to reason with me. I love you too much to put you in danger.
“That makes him even more valuable to me. He is going to help me find the mole.” I say and cross my arms. “Snakes have a good sense of smell so the note the Fowls sent should suffice as a reference.” It’s honestly a crapshoot.
“Elephants also have a good sense of smell. I’m a Leophant so my lion traits will help for physical contact with this mole.” He argues. Sometimes, you’re a pathetic excuse for a man, but it’s just so cute.
I feel a smirk rise due to his miserable attempt to change my mind. “Well I’m a Teagok. Tigers are just as good as lions, maybe even better so I will be able to handle any physical contact if it is necessary.” Handled. Like a boss because we are just that good.
He sighs.
“You need to stay here to protect the capital. You are the second in command. When I’m not here, you are in charge.” I hope I don’t regret this decision.
I walk closer and hold his cheeks in my palms “I don't trust anyone other than you and my mother to run this place while I’m gone.” I’ll be fighting this planet's battles and ignoring the ones at home.
I look deep into his hazel eyes and watch as his pupils dilate larger than I’ll allow my heart to show. As soon as he opens his mouth, I leave. I can’t give myself a reason to stay, to give up my duty. Love is a battlefield.
Five: Never good enough
As I scurry away from the conference chamber, I stare at the deserted Main Hall. All the troops have been deployed. The adrenaline that kept me running vanishes as I walk down the stairwell and all I am left with is an empty, lonely hall.
The door to the building blocks me from a quiet crowd. I could only hear the council members and some soldiers. Where did everyone go? I start to walk closer to the door.
“We told everyone to go home or if they are visiting to find shelter in any public housing.” says a sweet demanding voice that I have been raised by.
“You are not in charge.” I say releasing of tension.
“Well while you were gone, I was the only experienced person here to deal with matters.” She boasts as my predecessor. She won’t get the satisfaction of doing my job.
My heels of my boots click on the marble tiles as I storm from the Main Hall into the dark hallway leading to the dungeon. Not too long later, I hear a faster set of heels click behind me.
“Where are you going?” an authoritative voice says behind me.
“I don’t have to answer to you.”
“You may be an adult now” her voice softens “but I am still your mother.” I don’t doubt the genuity in her voice. But she uses that excuse every single time.
I stop as I say that and turn around to face her. “you may be my mother, but I am your Chief.” I leave her standing there as continue my trek to the dungeon.
For the first time in my life I stood up to my mother's standards. She only wanted and still wants the best for me, I never feel like I am good enough. Until now.