Chapter 1

I was new to Landon Academy, and what I didn’t understand was that the teachers had to pick this particular day to group us up.

“Make a group of seven.” my art teacher said.

I looked around as everyone went to their friends as if they’ve been told to do this multiple times.

There was only one group left that had six people, so the teacher said, “Elesira, please join that group.” she gestured towards the group of six.

Their eyes fell on me, and as one, several emotions crossed their faces. But most of them lingered on disgust. Only one of them managed to give me a very forced and fake smile. She was the smallest one of the group, but standing behind her was this huge muscular guy with long pale blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. All of them glared at me as I neared them.

“So this semester’s art project would be…” she wrote on the board and recited, “something of your choice. How you’ll show it, how you’ll design it, who’s going to play what role is entirely up to you.” when no one moved, she spread her arms, “Well, what are you looking at? Start brainstorming!”

My entire group gave me one huge withering glare… except for that girl.

The girl sitting besides her crossed her arms, “So,” she sneered, “what would it be? City dumpsters? The “Awesomeness” of the Race of Humanity?” she spat sarcastically

Another boy with auburn hair and dark green eyes clenched his jaw, “Or perhaps your all time favorite: The Great things we did to the Earth?”

 

“What?” I frowned.

A boy with spiky black hair and dark green eyes snorted. And that was basically the attitude I had to bear with for the rest of art class.

 

I don’t know if it’s chance, but at least one of them would be in my classes, and the way they glare at me… I didn’t like it.

Finally, at the end of the day, I asked the girl next to me, “Do you know him?” I pointed to the pale blonde haired boy.

The girl looked back and gasped. She slapped my hand down, “Don’t point at him! Or any members of his group!” she hissed.

“Okay, but do you know him? Or any members of his group?” I said.

The girl sighed, “His name.” her eyes flickered to him and back at me, “is Rhys Tanaryn.”

I frowned, “Odd name.”

She snorted, “Wait until you hear his friends’ names.” she leaned over, “You know the guy with spiky black hair and dark green eyes?” when I nodded, she said, “His name is Jhaeros DeMarque. The boy with auburn hair is named Rashir Myilyn. The boy with sand coloured hair is named Faelar Morlyr. The tall girl is named Sheera Vylie. And the last girl, the small one? Her name is Alyssa Monquin.”

“Where do they come from?” I couldn’t resist a glance at Rhys again. He was writing something in his notebook.

The girl shrugged, “I don’t know.” she said.

 

I couldn’t and wouldn’t believe my eyes when I found out Sheera was my roommate. When I opened the door, she took one look at me, rolled her eyes, and went back to reading.

I didn’t even bother to say anything as I put down my bag and start my homework. Even when my back turned towards her, I could feel her gaze raking me.

“You can sleep anywhere as long as you keep away from me.” she said.

I nodded as I continued writing.

After a few minutes, she closed the book, “I’m going out.” she announced.

I nodded again.

Once I finished homework, I took out my computer, sat on my bed, and started studying.

Then, someone knocked on the door. I opened it and came face to face with Jhaeros and Faelar. I recoiled, “Yes?”

Jhaeros ran his hand through his hair, “We have an art project to do?” he sounded annoyed.

“Oh, right…” I mumbled as I stepped out of my room.

I kept my head down as we walked down the corridors and into the Boy’s Dorms. We stopped at a door and went inside.

Everyone looked at me like them having me as a group mate was my fault.

Rhys gave me a sideways glare before looking back at the piece of paper on the table. Rashir spat out his apple when he saw me come in, but Alyssa forced a smile and waved at the table, “Sit, Elesira.” she said with forced lightness.

I sat next between Jhaeros and Faelar.

Alyssa cleared her throat, “Right… so, Elesira. We’re going to do an art project on nature. I hope you don’t mind.”

I met her friends’ gazes. And I knew that even if I did mind, I would be dead, because they looked like they were going to kill me at the spot. “No, I don’t mind at all.” I said.

Rhys muttered something in another language, but it sounded skeptical. Rashir nodded as if he were agreeing to what he said. Alyssa slapped both their shoulders and said something, then shrugged at me, “Sorry, they can be rude sometimes.”

I shook my head, making myself very small, “It’s okay…” I mumbled.

Sheera pointed at the paper and said something in another language. Alyssa nodded, but gave her a glance, “Yes, that’s very nice, Sheera.” She forced each word out, as if she were emphasising something.

Rashir threw his apple core away and said something I didn’t understand. Alyssa’s head whipped around to look at him, “Of course, Rashir.”

Jhaeros rocked his chair back so that only two legs touched the ground. He put up his feet and said something else. Alyssa sighed, “I know.”

It didn’t take long for me to figure it out. They were speaking in another language to ignore me, and Alyssa was trying to remind them silently that I was still there, so she spoke in English. I felt kind of angry about it, but I stayed silent.

For three hours, they drew down what looked like a blueprint, then they got another piece of paper and started listing some items… in English. When Rhys finished, he shoved it to me, “Find all of those for us.” he said hardly.

I looked at the paper. A rock a meter long, wide, and tall. Three bouquets of purple and blue flowers. Purified water. Ordinary crystals. Twelve white and smooth pebbles. A small bag of pine needles. A piece of pure white glass. 

I frowned, “Are these for the art project?”

Alyssa nodded, “Yes, can you find all those things for us?”

“Well, I can bring them all… except for the rock.”

She shook her head, “It’s okay, leave that to Jhaeros and Rhys.”

“So we’re building a…” I looked at the blueprints, “A shrine?”

“Yes.” Alyssa nodded.

“Oh… okay…” I didn’t ask anymore questions.

Chapter 2

Friends were hard to make at a new school, and I really hoped we can clear up the hostility between me and my group mates.

I brought all of the things a week later, but Faelar and Rhys were very picky. They said the piece of glass wasn’t clear enough, and the white stones I found weren’t smooth. But Alyssa talked to them, so they were more than reluctant to accept them.

A day later, when I went into the room, I found Jhaeros, Rhys, and Sheera in the room, chipping pieces off of a rock.

Sheera looked up, blinked, and went back to work. I stood there until Jhaeros cleared his throat, “Elesira, give me that chisel, will you?”

I walked over and handed it to him.

The, Rashir walked in with a book and a pen in his hands. It looked like a journal, but something about the look on his face told me that it might be more than a journal.

“Rhys, Jhaeros, Sheera!” Rashir said as he entered, but then stopped when he saw me. I looked down and sighed. I felt like an intruder, or a villain.

“Um…” he spoke in the other language.

Sheera looked up and gasped.

Rhys dropped his tools and strode out of the room. Sheera followed, and so did Jhaeros, leaving me alone in the room.

I looked around the room for something to do, but there was nothing, so I just sat there.

But then, something caught my eye in the bathroom. It was a sudden flash. It wasn’t bright, but it was weird, so I went to take a look at it.

I creaked open the bathroom door and saw a silver hand mirror. It looked normal, but the glass surface rippled, as if it weren’t made of solid glass. I picked it up and looked into it.

I almost dropped it, but I held onto it firmly as the surface became blurry. My reflection disappeared as I gaped in awe.

In the mirror, I saw a forest. But it was far from an ordinary forest. Everything glimmered with stardust, and the creek was a perfect shade of teal. Then the mirror fogged again, and parted, revealing two people with pointed ears. One was a man, and the other was a woman. The both smiled, as if they were in a picture. The man had straight silver and light blonde hair along with matching ice coloured eyes. The woman, on the other hand, had fiery orange eyes and wavy black hair. They blinked at me and their smiles widened.

But then fire lit up behind them and burned them, revealing a huge mountain with its forests burning in a deadly inferno. I heard people screaming as a shadow flew past them in the smoke above. I heard a thundering roar as ashes covered up the scene.

Then, a wind blew them away, showing me a city. It was beautiful, but it was missing something. The children didn’t play, and the parents weren’t speaking to each other. The flowers still bloomed, and the trees glimmered with silver lights, but without the happiness of the people, I hardly noticed any of those things.

“What the hell are you doing?” someone spun me around and snatched the mirror away from me.

I gasped, “I’m sorry… I…”

Faelar and Rashir started talking at once. Alyssa and Sheera dashed in, followed by Rhys and Jhaeros.

“Okay, SLOW DOWN!” Alyssa screamed.

Everyone went silent.

“Tell me–one at a time– what happened?”

Faelar pointed at me, “She looked!” was all he said.

Alyssa groaned and slapped her face, “Ugh… YOU IDIOTS!” she cried, “It only works on–” she was cut off by Jhaeros.

“Shut up! SHUT UP, ALYSSA!” Jhaeros roared.

This ended up in a huge argument, and I was caught in the middle. Rhys just stood there, looking at me with something I can’t put my finger on.

“Alright, alright, ENOUGH!” Sheera shook her head and put up her hands, “Elesira, you saw your own reflection, right? Right? Yeah? Okay, good! See? There! Settled!” she shoved everyone out of the bathroom before I could reply.

I followed them, “Um… actually…”

Everyone whirled around, their eyes narrowed. Even Alyssa looked upset.

I looked down at my feet, “I saw something.”

“WHAT?” they cried in unison.

I shook my head, “You’ll think I’m crazy.”

Alyssa grabbed my hand and shoved me onto the bed, “Tell us, now!” everyone leaned forward, looking at me.

“I… I saw a forest. The forest was illuminated with stardust, and the water was crystal clear. Then I saw two elves, one man and one woman. Then I saw a burning forest, and shadow crossed over above in the smoke. Then I saw a city, but no one was smiling, and it as missing its happiness.”

Everyone’s eyes were wide and had their jaws open. For three seconds, the only thing I could hear was my own breathing. Then, everyone erupted into chaos.

I covered my ears as they started talking all at once. I heard bits and pieces here and there.

“What the Hells?”

“…she’s not…”

“Impossible!”

“… is there a chance that…”

I stood up on the bed and yelled, “QUIET!”

Surprisingly, everyone heard me and quieted down.

“Can someone bother to tell me what’s going on?”

Sheera turned to Rhys, “You mind?”

He cracked his knuckles and walked up to me, “Sorry.” he said.

“No, WAIT!’ Alyssa said.

Then I blacked out.

Chapter 3

“I think she’s awake.” a person besides me said.

Someone shook me, “Hey, wake up!”

“Stop it, Lucius!” another voice said.

“Would all of you leave?” I recognised Jhaeros’s voice.

There was silence, then a door closed.

“Elesira, wake up.” Jhaeros said.

I cracked my eyes open just a bit, but my head hurt too much, so I closed them back up.

“Oh, for gods’ sakes!” Jhaeros shook me gently but firmly, “Get up, Elesira.”

I groaned softly.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have let him hit you.” Jhaeros muttered.

My dialogue was slurred, but I was pretty sure I tried to say: Who hit me?

Luckily, Jhaeros must’ve guessed what I said, “Rhys hit you to knock you unconscious.”

“Wha… foor…” I mumbled.

“I don’t think you’re ready to know why yet.” Jhaeros sighed and shook me again, “Come on, get up!” he then touched my head, making the blood pound against my skull. I fell unconscious again.

 

“Okay, now we know that we can’t touch her head.” I heard Alyssa’s voice, “I’ll talk to Rhys and tell him not to hit so hard next time.”

“Yes, and tell Alora to get me a few herbs.”

“Okay.” Alyssa left.

Jhaeros was silent, then I heard Faelar, “Is she dead?”

“No, she’s not dead.”

“Then why can’t I hear her heart pound?”

“Human hearts are quiet and weak, Faelar. Get used to it.”

What did he just say about humans?

“How do you know she’s not dead?”

“If she’s dead, her skin would be cold, and her face would be pale, okay?” Jhaeros sounded annoyed.

Someone entered the room and I smelled the bitter scent of herbs. “Here you are!” a little girl’s voice pipped.

“Thank you, Alora.” Jhaeros replied.

“Wow, is that a human girl?” the girl’s voice got closer.

“Yes, so don’t touch her. Humans are fragile.”

“Ooh!” Alora said, “Okay, I’ll go play in the courtyard.”

“You go on and do that.” Jhaeros said as the door closed.

I knew I wasn’t thinking properly, but why did they talk of me as if I was some extraterrestrial? That big word made me black out again.

 

“How many times is she going to slip in and out of unconsciousness?” this time, the voice was Rhys’s.

“You were the one who hit her so hard, okay? So stop complaining.” Alyssa’s voice said.

Jhaeros groaned, “Why am I assigned to her?”

“Because she knows you, and strangers would only make her weaker.”

“She barely knows me.”

“But she recognises your voice.”

Jhaeros sighed, “Yeah, but still…”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Jhaeros. I think Elesira’s a nice girl.”

“She’s still human.” Rhys pointed out.

“Oh, shut up, Rhys!” Alyssa said.

Someone came in. “Hi! How’s it going?” it was someone I didn’t know.

“Everything is fine, Kivor.” Rhys said, “Aren’t you suppose to be training?”

“I’m on break, sir.”

“Well, just because you’re no break, Kivor, doesn’t mean you can waltz into the Healers’ Wing.”

“Aren’t you a jolly fellow?” the guy named Kivor grumbled.

 

“If she passes out one more time, I swear I’m going to storm up to Prince Silas and demand a replacement.” Jhaeros sounded tired.

“Hey, I’m stuck here with you as well, okay?” It was Rhys.

“Yeah, but at least you’re not fretting over your life, because if she dies, I’m just as dead!”

I found the strength to open my eyes. My vision was blurry and a bit red, but I could see their forms. Jhaeros had several bottles on his table, and books stacked in front of him. And Rhys stood in front of the desk with one hand on his… was that… a sword?

What really surpised me were their clothes. Jhaeros was wearing a white and light blue jacket, and his shirt was black. Rhys had metal shoulder plates, and a blood red cape was pinned to his back. Other than that, his entire upper body was bare. A huge long sword hung from his metal chain belt, his pants were dark brown, and his boots were black. I noticed two knives were strapped to his thighs, and a bow and quiver of arrows were strapped to his back. His face was beaded with sweat.

Rhys snorted, “Sure, like Sheera would let you die.” he chuckled, and for the first time, I saw him smile.

Jhaeros growled, “Hey, just because we work together doesn’t mean we’re… together!”

Rhys grinned, “Sure, Jhaeros.” he said.

Then, Jhaeros noticed me, “So she awakens!” he stood up.

Rhys looked at me and his smile faded. The same serious expression covered up the humor I saw a few seconds ago. He followed Jhaeros to my bedside.

“Are you going to pass out again?” Jhaeros asked with his arms crossed and his foot tapping.

It was an effort to speak, but I croaked, “I don’t… think so…”

“Good, because I don’t plan to take care of you if you faint again.” Jhaeros gave me a bottle of clear liquid, “Drink this.”

He raised it to my lips and let me drink. Once I finished it, I felt as if I breathed in smoke. I coughed.

“Well, at least you’re coughing. Believe it or not, that’s a good sign.” Jhaeros said.

When I finished my coughing fit, I glanced up at them, “What… where…” I looked around.

“We’ll tell you later. First, you need to sleep.” Jhaeros looked at Rhys, “You can go now.”

Rhys glanced at me before nodding and leaving.

Jhaeros, believe it or not, tugged up the blanket and tucked it under my chin. “Do you need anything?” he asked me quietly.

I shook my head, “No.”

“If you do, I’ll be sitting over there.” he pointed at the desk.

I nodded, “Okay.” my voice was still slurred, but at least I could understand it now.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked. For a moment, he sounded like he actually cared.

I managed a small nod, “Yes.”

“Any headaches?”

I shook my head and winced, “Only if I do that.”

Jhaeros nodded, “Alright, just make sure you don’t turn often. You should be alright.” he reached over and touched my head. I winced again. “Does that hurt?”

I nodded, “A bit.”

“Do you think you need something for that?”

I sighed, “No, I think I’ve troubled you enough.”

Jhaeros didn’t say anything as he stood, “If you need anything, I’ll be over there.” he repeated before leaving the bedside.

For one brief moment, I felt safe, like I was back home. Under normal circumstances, I would be worried sick. But sleep got the better of me eventually.

 

When I woke up, Jhaeros was still there. God, did he sleep at all yesterday?

“Are you feeling better?” Jhaeros looked at me.

I nodded, “Yes.” I felt stronger this morning, “How long was I unconscious?”

“Three days.” he walked over to my side, “Rhys hit you pretty hard.”

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, but they shook, and my head felt light again.

Jhaeros put his hand under my back and helped me up. I reached up to touch my forehead, “My head still hurts, though.”

He nodded, “I know, and it would be like that for a few more days.” he said softly, “Do you think you can walk?”

I huffed, “I’ll try.” I moved my legs and got up, then I stumbled.

He grabbed my forearm and wrapped another arm around my shoulders, “Are you sure?”

I nodded, “I think I can do it.”

He let go of my shoulders slowly, like he was afraid I was going to fall again, but he kept his grip on my arm. I shuffled my feet forward.

There was a knock on the door all of the sudden. Jhaeros called, “Come in!”

The door opened and in came Alyssa and two other people I didn’t know.

“Thank the gods you’re awake!” Alyssa cried and ran forward.

Jhaeros gripped my arm, “Careful.” he warned.

Alyssa stopped in front of me, “Are you okay? I know Rhys hit you very hard, but it’s a miracle that you’re walking in just a few days!”

“And I was totally not involved in the entire thing.” Jhaeros muttered.

One of the people was wearing a cape and chain mail. He stepped up, “Greetings, Human Girl.” he said.

“Lucius, she can’t understand you! You have to speak their language.”

I frowned, “No, I understand perfectly.

Everyone turned to me. Alyssa gasped, “You understand?” she whispered.

I nodded, “Yes, wasn’t he just speaking English?”

Jhaeros shook his head, “No, Elesira. He was speaking our language.”

Alyssa ushered them out of the room, “Um… Jhaeros, keep her in here. I’m going to talk to the others first.” she shut the door.

I pulled my arm away and stepped away. Even though I felt like I was going to fall, I kept my balance. I looked at Jhaeros, “Okay, all I know is that I’m not home. So can you please explain what’s going on?”

Jhaeros stepped forward, but I recoiled. “I’m not letting anyone touch me until someone explains.” I said quietly.

Jhaeros ran his hands through his spiky black hair. “Look, Elesira, you’re in no condition to run or fight now, so if I can just…” he left that sentence unfinished as he reached for me again.

I stepped back again, “No.” I said firmly.

Jhaeros narrowed his eyes, “You’re my patient, Elesira, so you must listen to what I say.”

“You’re not helping, Jhaeros.”

He paced forward, but I backed up, “Stop, Jhaeros. I’m not going back on that bed until you explain.”

“If I explain, you’ll pass out again because it’s very complicated, okay?” Jhaeros sounded frustrated.

“Try me!” I said.

Someone suddenly entered without knocking. This man literally towered over me as he walked closer. His eyes were a perfect shade of blue with its rims darkening into black. The man’s hair was the color of smoke and darkness, and part of his hair covered some of his face. His skin was fair, and his body was well built. As for his clothes… he wore a dark gray shirt along with a black jacket. His pants were very dark blue, and his boots had white fur on the rims. The man looked like someone you wouldn’t want to run into on the streets, but he didn’t exactly look evil either.

“Is something wrong, Jhaeros?” the man asked. His voice was quiet yet dangerous. The voice of a rogue.

Jhaeros frowned, “Prince Silas.” his voice was equally soft.

The prince turned to me, “Elesira, can you understand me?” he asked.

I nodded, “Y… yes, sir.” I mumbled.

Prince Silas turned to Jhaeros, “Meet the others in the Council Room in five minutes.”

“But, you’re Highness–”

“Do it.” he said firmly.

Jhaeros clenched his jaw, “Very well.”

“I will see you there.” he turned to me, “As for you, girl, make yourself presentable.”

“Yes, your Highness.” I said almost automatically.

Before I knew it, he left.

Jhaeros’s fists were clenched by his sides, and he was shaking visibly. I frowned, “Are you–”

“Enough.” Jhaeros growled, “Do what you were told.” he stormed out of the room.

 

A few minutes later, I was escorted into the so called “Council Room”. I saw Sheera, Rhys, Rashir, Faelar, Jhaeros, and Alyssa seated on one side of the table. On the other side were a bunch of people I didn’t know. On the very end of the table was Prince Silas.

“Sit, Elesira.” he gestured at the unoccupied seat in front of me.

I sat.

Prince Silas leaned forward, “How long has she been here, Jhaeros?” he asked without looking at him.

“Three days, sir.” Jhaeros’s voice was still forced.

“How is her condition?”

“She is recovering.”

Prince Silas stood in one graceful motion. I thought I saw most of the people flinch. “In the future, Rhys,” he turned to look at Rhys, “I would appreciate it if you don’t hit humans so hard.”

“Yes, sire.” Rhys looked slightly miserable.

The prince started walking around the table slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, “Do you know where you are, Elesira?”

I shook my head, “No, sir.”

“Then what do you know?”

“I… know that I’m not home anymore.”

Prince Silas nodded, “Not at home indeed, dear.” he mused, “Would someone care to do the spoiling? Or do I have to do it myself?”

Faelar stood up instantly, “I will, sir.” he said firmly.

“Excellent!” Prince Silas nodded and sat back down, “Please start.”

Faelar sighed, “Elesira, you’re in the Realm of Tuuldarys, home of magic. The reason why we brought you here is because you saw something other than your own reflection in the mirror the other day in the Human Realm. That mirror reveals the truth about every being that has Tuuldarian blood. So it doesn’t work on humans. When you told us what you saw, we knew you weren’t human.” he paused and looked at me.

I felt anything but joy and excitement. All these years, I have wanted to find some portal that led to another world, where I could find adventure. But now that I’m actually in another world, all I could do was nod.

“You’re blood is Tuuldarian, Elesira.” Faelar said, “That was why we brought you here. Any being that has been banished to the human realm must be either a criminal or a creature unwanted in our land. But I doubt you’re either of those things, because you never knew how to speak our language until you came. Your presence here told your body and mind who you were, that’s why you can speak our language here, but not in the Human realm.” he hesitated, then said, “Is that too much?”

“No… keep going.”

“I think he’s said enough, love.” Prince Silas said.

Faelar sat back down and stared at the table.

“Elesira, while you are here, you could use this opportunity to learn some of our culture and ways of life. Jhaeros would stay with you until you’re completely healed, Alyssa would be your guide to Tuuldarys, and Rhys would be your guard for now.”

“What?” Rhys blurted.

Prince Silas narrowed his eyes and turned, “You have a problem with that, Rhys?” he asked.

“No.” he said, then looked like he wanted to slap himself.

“Good.” Prince Silas strode out of the room, “Council adjourned!” he called behind his shoulder.

Once the doors shut, everyone stood to leave. Alyssa, Jhaeros and Rhys walked to me.

“Looks like I’m stuck with you for a while.” Jhaeros muttered.

Alyssa elbowed him, “Elesira has feelings too, you know!” she chided.

Rhys had one of his hands on the hilt of his sword when he marched to the front, “Come on, let’s get you to your room.”

We went back, and as soon as they closed the door, Jhaeros pointed at the bed, “To bed, NOW!” he growled.

I didn’t argue, Jhaeros looked to angry to argue with. He went to his desk and started writing on a piece of paper, his eyes darkening with every second that passes.

I knew I shouldn’t be asking personal things, but I whispered to Alyssa, “Why is he so angry?”

Alyssa sighed, “Jhaeros… he’s the type of person who enjoys freedom. And even though his instincts tell him to obey those of higher rank, he hates doing so.”

“Why does he have those instincts?”

“He’s demi-Tuuldarian.” she said, “Meaning, his blood isn’t pure Tuuldarian. His grandmother was from Tuuldarys’s sister realm, Eldaris. The race of Eldaris obeys anyone who is of higher rank, and it keeps them from rebelling and prevents chaos, but Jhaeros hates it.”

“So he couldn’t ignore it?” I asked.

She shook her head, “No, he can’t.” she sighed again, “Jhaeros’s life wasn’t the easiest. But I’m guessing he was kinder to you when he was helping you recover?”

I nodded, “Yes, why is that?”

Alyssa smiled, “Jhaeros’s only passion is to help people. Sick, old, or weak, it doesn’t matter. His dream is to make the world a better place.” her gaze darkened, “But I’m afraid that dream wouldn’t come true as long as Prince Silas rules.”

“What, exactly, did Prince Silas do?”

She opened her mouth, but then closed it, “That’s a story better for another time.” she said and leaned back on her chair.

Rhys snorted, “About time you two stopped talking about girl stuff.” he muttered.

“We weren’t…” I faltered.

He raised an eye at me skeptically.

Jhaeros stood up, “Rhys, give me your knife.” he said.

Rhys frowned, “Why?” he touched his knives protectively.

“I’m not going to rust it or anything.” Jhaeros said, “I just want to make a test.”

“On my knife?”

“No, you idiot, on Elesira’s blood!”

I paled, “What do you want with my blood?”

Rhys gave Jhaeros the knife. He walked over to Elesira, “Give me your hand.” he said firmly.

I reached out as he unsheathed the knife, revealing its deadly sharp edges. I swallowed as he took my hand and cut my finger.

The blood on the knife was still wet when Jhaeros walked over to his table and took out a light blue stone. He let the blood drip onto the stone. All four of them watched as the stone glowed blue. Then flecks of silver also glimmered, then finally, gold sand that reminded me of pixie dust.

Again, I watched as their faces fade from calm to shock. When the stone stopped glowing, They all looked at me.

“She’s a demigod.” Rhys breathed.

Chapter 4

I frowned, “Demigod?” I shook my head, “No… you can’t mean like… partially god… can you?”

Jhaeros shoved the stone into his pocket and dripped some of my blood into a vile. He headed for the door, “I’m going to the library.” he announced before closing the door behind him.

Alyssa cleared her throat, “Um… Rhys, she’s yours.” she left the room as well.

I looked at the white haired warrior, but he just stared back. I looked down at my hands, “So-o… which god’s child am I?” I asked.

Rhys blinked, “I… I don’t know.” he sat down in the chair next to my bed, “I’ll need to see what you can do first.”

“Does Alyssa not want to explain demigods or something?” I looked at the door.

“No.” he inhaled and sighed, “Demigods are, you probably already know, rare. For one demigod to meet another is either very good or very bad.”

My eyes widen, “You’re a demigod too?” I pointed at him.

Rhys nodded, “Yes. I’m the descendant of the Silver Queen, Ellyain. She’s the goddess of the night and guardian of shadows.”

“She sounds like a nice person.” I commented.

Rhys patted his sword, “She was the one who gave me this.”

“So… was meeting me good or bad?” I asked.

He rubbed his neck, “I don’t know yet.” he admitted, “Right now, I don’t feel like I really hate you, but I don’t exactly like you either.”

“You seemed like you hated me when I joined your group back at school.” I pointed out.

“We feel hostile towards humans because of different things.” he explained. “I personally feel hostile towards humans because they don’t respect nature, and they rely too much on their technology.”

“Yes, but we’re also resourceful, and we’re always trying out new ways to perfect ourselves.”

“You sound as if you were one of them.” he muttered, his tone slightly icy.

“A piece of me would always be one of them.” I murmured.

“But you’re not human.” he pointed out.

“No, but I’ve been with them my entire life, so I understand them.”

Rhys ran his hand through his hair, “Hey, Elesira…” he said, “if you ever feel like you can’t deal with all this demigodly stuff… you can always talk to me, okay?”

I smiled, “Thanks, Rhys.”

Jhaeros walked in a few minutes later with the stone in one hand and an empty vile in the other, “I’ve done the research.” he announced, “Elesira is the daughter of Yraen, goddess of healing and magic.”

Rhys nodded, “I see.”

“Would I be trained or something, Jhaeros?” I asked him.

The healer shrugged, “We can always get a professional trainer, but if Rhys doesn’t mind, I think he would do the best job when it comes to training other demigods.”

Rhys nodded, “I’ll meet you at the courtyard at six in the morning tomorrow, alright?”

I nodded, “Thanks again, Rhys.”

 

I met him in the courtyard, “So… what can you do?” I asked.

Rhys snorted, “What can I do? Why are we asking about me?”

“I’m just curious…” I mumbled.

Rhys shook his head, “It’s okay.” he led me into a chamber inside the palace’s underground network of corridors.

“This is where we’ll train your fighting skills, okay?” Rhys said, “Any questions?”

“Yeah, but I just asked you one. What can you do?”

Rhys gave me a wicked grin, “You sure you want to know?” shadows loomed behind him and darkened his face.

I swallowed uneasily, but I nodded, “Yes.”

I gasped when the entire chamber was blanketed by darkness. I couldn’t even see my own hands.

“Now do you know?” his voice echoed against the walls.

“How… how do you do that?” I whispered.

“As long as there are shadows, I’m free to roam around as I wish.” his laugh sent me a chill up my spine. “I could be anywhere.” he hesitated, then, from behind me, he whispered, “Including here.” his breath tickled my ear, and his fingers brushed the back of my neck.

I yelped, “Don’t do that!”

Another laugh, this time, it seemed louder and darker.

“I can see you, Elesira. But can you see me?” his voice said.

I was shivering from the cold that the shadows made, but I said aloud, “No, I can’t.”

“Because I’m getting closer…” he said in a voice that was almost unrecognisable to me. He sounded like a person who would laugh in a Haunted Mansion.

“Closer…” his voice was, indeed, getting closer.

I shuddered and pulled my hands up to hug myself.

“Closer…” his voice was behind me again.

This time, I screamed. The unwanted tears spilled down my face. As a child, I was terrified of Haunted Mansions, but one day, there was a break in at our house, and the lights didn’t work. I was separated from my family, and I had to run from door to door, trying to find them. It was the most scary memory, and now, it was almost brought back to life.

The shadows disappeared as soon as they appeared. Rhys got in front of me, “Elesira, what…” his normal voice faltered when he saw my face. “You’re pale and shivering.” he touched my arms, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” he said quietly.

I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my mouth, suppressing the whimpers threatening to come out.

Rhys folded his hands over my own, “I’m sorry.” he said, “Let’s get back to your room.”

Rhys led me back. Alyssa and Jhaeros were already there.

Alyssa stood, “How was…” her smile and voice faltered when she saw me crying.

Rhys didn’t make any eye contact as he led me to the bed and made me sit down.

“What happened?” Jhaeros demanded.

“I only intended to give her a startle, I didn’t know it was going to make her cry like this.” Rhys said, his voice hoarse.

“You did what?” his voice grew louder with every word, “You idiot! She could’ve fainted all over again!”

Alyssa gathered me in her arms, “You poor thing…” she rocked me back and forth.

“You and I are going to have a talk outside, NOW!” Jhaeros snarled at the last word.

Rhys walked out, and once Jhaeros slammed the door, I heard him yell at the warrior.

“I asked him to conjure shadows…” I whispered, “It wasn’t Rhys’s fault, he was only doing what I asked him.”

“It’s okay.” she looked at me, “I know the darkness he conjures can be very terrifying sometimes.”

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, NOW!” I heard Jhaeros roar.

The door was yanked open and closed.

“What is going on?” Faelar panted, looking shocked and nervous.

“Jhaeros is just angry, that’s all.”

“Angry? At Rhys? I know Jhaeros had been ticked off by him, but never angry at Rhys before. What happened?”

Alyssa told him the story, and Faelar looked down at his hands, “Oh… I see.”

“But why is Jhaeros so upset?” I asked.

Alyssa gave me a sad smile, “Like I said, healing and aiding others is Jhaeros’s only passion. When he sees someone get hurt, even the slightest, he would get very furious.” she shook her head, “It’s nothing to worry about, he’ll calm down eventually.”

Eventually seemed to be forever as I flinched whenever Jhaeros and Rhys yelled… actually, it was more like Jhaeros did the yelling. Rhys only spoke a few words here and there.

Finally, the door was flung open with a huge BANG. Jhaeros stormed in and braced his hands against the desk, panting and quivering with rage.

I couldn’t see Rhys in the hallway, but I didn’t ask about it.

“Jhaeros–” Faelar started.

“SHUT UP!” Jhaeros roared.

Everyone stayed silent as the healer breathed heavily. Finally, Jhaeros straightened and glared at Faelar and Alyssa, “Out, now.” his voice was quiet, but I could hear the anger.

They ushered each other out of the room and closed the door.

I was nervous to be in the room alone with an angered young man. Whenever my father and his brothers argued, it was very bad. I would often be scared and not come down from my room for hours.

Jhaeros walked over to me and gripped my hands, “Did he do anything to you?” he asked hoarsely.

I shook my head, “No.” I said gently, “I’m fine, Jhaeros, really!”

He touched my face, “You’re pale.” he whispered, “And you’re shaking.”

“But really, I’m–”

“Don’t,” his voice growled, making my flinch. Then he took a deep breath and continued, “argue, okay? Just get in bed.”

I did as I was told. “Jhaeros, I can’t stay here all day.” I said softly.

He didn’t say anything as he sat down next to me. His breath was still ragged when he spoke, “Did I scare you? When Rhys and I argued?”

I shook my head, “No, I know it happens to everyone.”

Jhaeros looked more weary than ever, “Alyssa has probably told you of my one and only passion.”

“You want to heal people, and make the world a better place, right?” I said.

He nodded, “Yes, but I can’t do that if I get angry at every cut some dog inflicts on a child. Or if I get furious if a mother slaps her own son.” he looked at me, guilt darkened his green eyes, “Do… do you think I’m a good healer, Elesira? Do you think I could really save people from misery?”

I touched his hand, “What I say doesn’t matter, Jhaeros.” I murmured, “What matters is what you think of yourself.”

He pulled his hand away, “What I think of myself?” he said bitterly, “You don’t want to know.”

“I don’t have to. But our faith in you can only bring you so far. You need confidence in your abilities.” I was quiet, then I said, “You could teach me, you know.”

He looked up, “What?”

“I am the daughter of the goddess of healing and magic, right? You can teach me how to heal people.”

“I…” he didn’t sound as enthusiastic as I expected, “I don’t know, Elesira. The last apprentice I had…” he faltered.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. It was just an offer.”

“No,” he straightened, “I’ll teach you.” he said firmly.

Chapter 6

Prince Silas invited us to something a few days later.

As the guards escorted us, Jhaeros muttered, “This is the hall to the arena.”

Sheera shrugged, “Maybe he wants us to see a competition he’s hosting or something.”

When we went in, I saw a wooden platform in the center of the Arena. The stadium was completely seated with citizens and people.

Prince Silas gave us a smile, “Ah, there you are!” he gestured at the seats next to him, “Sit down.”

“Where’s Rhys?” I asked, frowning.

“I don’t know.” Alyssa said nervously, “But I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

When the crowd went silent, Prince Silas stood up, “We caught a few people stealing from your personal stores!” he shouted, “What shall we do with them?”

I gasped. This was a hanging? Or a beating… either way, I didn’t think I could watch this.

Several people cried different things. So Prince Silas raised one hand and said, “It’s decided. We will scourge them.”

The crowd roared in approval. Prince Silas took a long black whip from one of his guards and handed it to Jhaeros, “Go on.” he murmured. “Show them how it’s done.”

Sheera and Alyssa caught their breaths.

Faelar stepped up, “Your highness, he’s a healer. Healers aren’t suppose to–”

“I don’t give damn of what healers are suppose to do, boy.” Prince Silas said quietly, “When I say Jhaeros would scourge them, he will whip them bloody until I say otherwise.” he shoved the whip to Jhaeros, “Now go.”

Jhaeros’s face was pale when he stood up and went down to the arena.

The gates opened, and a dozen people in chains walked to the platform. When I looked closer, I gasped again. “Children?” I whispered.

Sheera looked away, “Children.” she murmured.

Rhys entered the arena with a bloody sword that didn’t belong to him. He looked at Jhaeros, then at the first child in line. He shoved her towards the platform, “Go.” he ordered.

“Please, sir, I didn’t do anything!” she pleaded.

Rhys put on a mask of coldness, “Get on the platform, now.”

“But I–”

Rhys kicked her. Even from here, I could see Jhaeros shaking as the girl cried and stepped up on the platform.

“She was the one who led the other children to steal.” Prince Silas announced and looked at the girl, “Do you know the price of stealing, girl?”

She whimpered.

“Ten lashes.” Prince Silas sat down.

Rhys walked up and fastened chains around the girl’s hands and ankles.

Jhaeros stepped up and uncoiled the lash.

“Go on.” Prince Silas urged.

I looked away when I heard the thick scourge lash the girl’s skin. The scream was worst than anything I’ve ever heard.

The children after that got seven lashes, and six out of fourteen of them died afterwards.

When the arena emptied, Prince Silas gave me a cruel smile, “Go give your friend a pat on the back.” he walked off.

Rhys and Jhaeros were both standing in the arena. Rhys was staring into the air, and Jhaeros was staring at the bloody platform.

Alyssa was the first to reach them, “Hey, Jhaeros.” she murmured, “Look at me.” she clutched his face and turned him towards her. “Look at me.”

I touched Rhys’s arm, “Are you alright?” I asked softly.

His breath was ragged, “No…” he rasped.

I looped my arm through his, “Come on.” I half dragged him out of the arena.

 

Jhaeros went to his room without another word, but even from my room, I could hear his furious roars and his furniture toppling over. I flinched when I heard a huge crash and shatter. Rhys sat on a chair, sweat rolling down his face.

Alyssa put her hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay.”

“How is it okay?” Rhys rasped, “I just sent six children to their deaths. They were children, Alyssa! Not even teenagers.”

Rashir and Faelar winced when something in Jhaeros’s room crashed.

That was how the rest of our day was.

 

Jhaeros’s room went silent sometime during sunset. By then, Rhys had already gone to bed, and the boys went back to their quarters, leaving me with Sheera and Alyssa.

“Should I go talk to him?” Sheera asked.

Alyssa shook her head, “No, we’ll wait until tomorrow. Let him rest. He hasn’t slept since Elesira came.”

I sighed, “I can’t help but feel partly responsible.” I mumbled.

Sheera looked at me, “Why?” she asked, frowning.

“I know that most people, men in particular, get a bit cranky if they don’t have a good night’s sleep. My condition had Jhaeros up for nights, you two. I feel guilty for that.” I confessed.

Alyssa shook her head, “No, that’s not your fault, Elesira. Humans are weaker than us, but Rhys didn’t know that. So you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

 

I still couldn’t sleep that night, though. But when the door opened, I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep.

I cracked open my eyes and saw Jhaeros walking in. He went to the desk and pulled out a vile of something. He looked at it before putting it back.

I watched as he came to my side. I closed my eyes again, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

His hand touched my forehead gently. I relaxed, trying to make myself look as if I were in deep sleep. He sighed and pulled the blankets higher. I shifted, trying to make myself comfortable.

“You can stop pretending to be asleep, Elesira.” his said hoarsely.

My eyes opened. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his bare torso. And there was a dark shadow under his eyes.

I sat up, “How are you feeling?”

“Broken.” he replied in a heavy tone, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you think you can continue taking care of me?” I asked, “Because I feel much better now, and I feel it’s best if I let you rest.”

“If I don’t do something, I’m afraid I’ll go mad.” He buried his face into his hands as he sat down.

“What helps?” I asked quietly.

“At this point, I don’t know.” he leaned back on the chair and put his hands down.

“Would it help if I let you fuss about me all day?”

Jhaeros growled, “I. Don’t. Know.”

I leaned over to touch his hand, “We’ll figure something out, Jhaeros.” I brushed my fingers against his palms, “I promise.”

Chapter 7

I was taking a walk in the courtyard two days later when I smelled blood.

It came from the forest beyond the gate, and there weren’t any guards, so I ran out, trying to look for the blood.

“Hello?” I called, “Is someone there?”

There was no answer.

I walked around the trees and almost screamed.

On the ground next to the riverbank was a man. His back was covered with scars, and the side of his face is bleeding.

He had midnight black hair that was cropped to his shoulders. He didn’t look very old, maybe around my age. His back was bare, and his trousers were torn.

I shook him, “Hello?” I whispered, “Hey, can you hear me?”

Quicker than I had anticipated, he tackled me and gripped my throat with both hands, his eyes were a lovely shade of teal, but they were full of fear and maybe even slight madness. He looked a bit Asian, but his eyes weren’t brown.

I gasped for air, “Friendly… not enemy…” I rasped.

He panted, water dripping from his hair, “Who are you?” he whispered.

“Elesira…” I barely managed to say.

He let go and fell next to me. I choked and coughed as my lungs clawed desperately for air.

“El… Elesira?” he murmured.

I nodded and swallowed hard, “Yes…” I crawled over to him, “What’s your name?”

“Julius…” he answered, “Julius… from the NorthWind Pass… where am I?”

“You’re in Tuuldarys.” I said and placed a hand on his bleeding chest, “I’ll get help, Julius. Just stay here, okay?” I felt stupid. It wasn’t like he was going to walk around with a fatal wound on his chest.

He nodded and closed his eyes.

 

Jhaeros practically ran out of the palace when he heard what happened. Faelar and I were barely fast enough to keep him within sight.

When we arrived, Jhaeros was already kneeling besides Julius. His chest wound was cleaned and Jhaeros was already binding it. “Faelar, give me your cloak.” he ordered.

Faelar unpinned his cloak and handed it to him. Jhaeros folded it up and placed it underneath Julius’s head.

For half an hour, Jhaeros cleaned and patched up every visible wound on his body. In his eyes, I saw determination. Not just ordinary determination where you’re determined to climb up the mountain. No, this was a determination that would strengthen a mother to save her child. Or a determination that would strengthen a healer not to let his patient die. All that was important was this man’s life, no one else’s.

“I think I broke a bone somewhere…” Julius whispered.

“Where?” Jhaeros asked quietly.

“I don’t know…”

Jhaeros felt his entire body until Julius groaned. Jhaeros’s fingers were lightly pressing against his ankle.

“Faelar, run back and get a horse.” Jhaeros ordered.

Once he came back, we carried Julius onto the horse and went back to the palace.

 

That night, I went to visit Jhaeros, carrying a tray of food along with me.

“Jhaeros?” I said as I entered the room.

Jhaeros was sitting besides Julius. The injured man was sleeping, but Jhaeros was wide awake.

“Do you think you can heal him?” I asked as I set the tray down on the table.

“Heal him? Yes.” Jhaeros said, “I know I can. But what I’m afraid of is his sanity.”

“His sanity?” I frowned.

“He came from the NorthWind Pass, didn’t he?” when I nodded, he continued, “The person who rules the NorthWind Pass is crueler than Prince Silas. Her name is Empress Zyreis. What they do to the weak there is unspeakable.”

“Would Julius be okay, then?”

“I don’t know.” Jhaeros sighed, “Any physical wounds, I could heal, but if it’s something else, like a dark fear or secret, I’m afraid there is little I can do about that.”

“Well… we have faith in you.” I touched his shoulder.

“Elesira.” he called as I was leaving.

“Yes, Jhaeros?”

“I think you should go check on Rhys. Make sure he’s alright.”

I nodded, “Sure.”

 

Rhys’s room was in the Hall of Elites.

I knocked gently, “Rhys?” I murmured.

When no one answered, I opened the door.

His room looked more like a forge or a smith than a room. There was a cot in the corner, but on the wall besides it were all sorts of weapons. I recognised a halberd, spear, bow, crossbow, swords, short swords, knives, flails, mace, morning star, lance, and sling. His fireplace was replaced by this huge brazier, swords and blades were glowing with red and gold. Hammers and other tools lay scattered on the table. On another wall were five suits of armor, capes, and other crazy outfits a fantasy warrior would wear. But there was this one armor that looked like a samurai’s armor. I wonder where he got it from. Every piece of space in this room was taken up by weapons or armor, except for one corner, where there was a bookshelf.

Most of them were books about the arts of war, battle strategies, and other fighting related material. But one thing caught my eye.

It was a box. It was beautifully carved, and it didn’t look like a warrior’s possession at all. In fact, it looked like a queen’s. I opened it and saw a bunch of papers inside.

One of them made me frown. A letter and will?

I opened it, and what it read shocked me: To Rhys Tanaryn: We regret to inform you of your wife and brother’s death. They have been slaughtered in the midst of a battlefield between two rivalling Human countries. Your niece and nephew would be taken care of where it’s safe. Please do not return to the Human Realm unless absolutely necessary, for we do not know how long this War would last. Signed: Lord Morthroque 

The second one was a will from a person named Arabel Tanaryn. Dear Rhys: If you are reading this, I am gone. Please do not avenge me, for revenge isn’t the answer. I crossed that battlefield because I respected the Human Race, and I did not want to watch them fall. Everything that was once in my possession is now yours. Including my wealth and house. 

Do not grieve for me long, Rhys, for there are plenty of other ways to find happiness. I am just one woman in a vast realm. I know you say everyday when you see me that I am unique, and that you would never find another like me. True, that may not ever happen, but you may find another special person in your life. You still have years and years to come. No one knows what may happen. 

Know that, even if your heart lies with another, I would always remember the times we spent together. The first time we met in the market; the time you choked on your first sip of wine; the time you and I announced our marriage. Remember our times together. I will always love you, wherever I may go.

Arabel Tanaryn

The first thing that crossed my mind was: Rhys’s wife was killed by humans? No wonder he hates them so much! I would hate anyone and his or her entire race if that person killed my husband!

Under the letter were two identical rings. Both were silver, and each had a beautiful blue sapphire on the head. One was a bit bigger than the other, making me wonder why he never wears his wedding ring anymore. Maybe it hurt too much to remind him of her.

I felt guilty that I had entered Rhys’s personal life without his permission, but guilt was instantly replaced by fear and panic when the door opened and Rhys stepped in.

I slammed the box shut, but it was too late. When he saw me, his eyes were wide.

“What the Hell are you doing?” his voice was dangerous as he strode closer.

I swallowed, “Jhaeros told me to check on you.” I blurted.

“Did he tell you to pry on my personal life as well?” he growled.

I shook my head, “No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was just a bit curious when I saw a box there that looked like it belonged to a queen!” I stuttered.

Rhys grabbed my wrist so tight I thought my hand went purple. He dragged me down the hall and went through a door. It was a cellar full of cobwebs and dust. He yanked me in and slammed the door.

“What did you see?” he demanded, leaning in the to the point I could see fury blazing in those sharp blue eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me your wife was killed by Humans?” I shouted back, “You could’ve told me, you know! That was a better reason to hate humans than to blame them on something not all humans do!”

“What do you think?” Rhys hissed, “You think I want to shout to the whole world about things I keep private?”

I went silent.

He braced his hand on the wall and sighed, “Whatever you read in there, those were my deepest secrets. And whatever you saw in there, I don’t want to see again, or be brought up any more. So I’ll forget about this if you promise that you would never speak of this again.”

“I promise, Rhys.” I said in a serious tone.

Rhys looked at me, “Can I trust you?” he asked suspiciously.

“That’s up to you, Rhys.” I said quietly.

“I… I know we haven’t met for you, but yes, I trust you.” Rhys mumbled, then rubbed the back of his head, “Ugh… I feel like a fool…”

I shrugged, “We can stand here all day and night.” I said.

“Okay, I trust you, Elesira. But please… don’t… you know.” he said.

I was silent, then said, “Hey, Rhys?”

“Yes?”

“You are the descendant of Ellyain, aren’t you? And it’s night out, so doesn’t something happen to you if you go under the night sky or something?” I asked.

Rhys frowned, “You still want to see what I can do? Even after that shadow incident?” he asked.

I shrugged, “Can you make a mini Milky Way or something?”

He tilted his head in confusion, “A milky what?” he asked.

I shook my head and smiled, “Never mind. What I meant was, can’t you make little stars and swirl them by doing this or something?” I made a wax on and wax off motion.

He frowned some more, but mimicked what I did. Silver lights started gleaming from his hands, and soon, he was making a miniature galaxy. “You mean like this?” he asked.

I nodded, “Wow!” I gaped in awe.

He grinned, “Yeah, I can do that. Come on, I’ll show you something.” he ran out of the cellar.

We ran into the forest, where a million stars glittered above us. He stopped besides the river, “Watch this.” he crouched down and dipped his hands into the water. Suddenly, a whole universe worth of stars glowed in the water. I gasped, “Oh my lord!” I whispered.

His star lit hands came out of the water and touched the trees. A thousand silver lights blazed through the forest, illuminating every living thing… except for me, of course.

Rhys’s hair was glowing silver, and his eyes were twinkling. His skin was illuminated with a dim silver light. He looked more like a god than a mortal warrior.

“This is amazing!” I laughed, covering my mouth.

“You like it?”

“I love it!” I touched the glowing creek. “How did you do that? All of that?” I asked.

Rhys smiled, “When I was young, my family wasn’t as well off as the other families, so whenever it was my friend’s birthday, I’d give him this.” he gestured at the forest, “It always pleased him to see this on his birthday.”

“Well, it’s certainly pleasing me!” I said, still smiling.

He picked up a glowing silver stone and tossed it into the water. Starlit water splashed onto me, “Hey!” I yelped.

He laughed, “Sorry.”

I bent down and splashed some water onto him. He leapt out of the way and soaked me in return. I growled and shoved him with all my might. He laughed and fell into the water.

“It’s very beautiful down here!” He called as he resurfaced.

I stepped back, “Watch out!” I warned with a grin, then ran towards the river, “CANNONBALL!” I screamed and jumped into the water.

While I was underwater, I saw a million stars swirling around me. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Nothing back home was like this.

I resurfaced and spewed out some water. Rhys tilted his head, “What was that you shouted?”

I chuckled, “Cannonball.”

He frowned, “Cannonball? As in the things we put in cannons when we breach forts and castles?” he asked.

I laughed, “No… but yes, at the same time. It’s… a human thing.”

Rhys looked at the starlit water, “Was there anything like this back where you come from?”

I shook my head, “No… I guess the Aurora Borealis was pretty close, but nothing like this.”

He tilted his head once again, “What is the… Araror Boraeleos?

I laughed, “No, no… it’s Au-ror-a Bor-e-a-lis.” I pronounced each word clearly.

“Aurora… Borealis…” Rhys repeated. “What is that?”

“It’s like dancing lights. There are tints of purple, green, and blue, and it’s very beautiful. But it only appears in Alaska and the North Pole, but sometimes, you can see it in northern Canada as well. But I’ve never seen them, because it’s very cold up there…” I faltered when I saw his confused expression. I lowered my gaze, “Sorry, I forgot you don’t know anything about that.”

“No, keep talking. It sounds interesting.”

I continued, and we talked for hours before I heard footsteps.

“Well, well, well, Two lovebirds in the river!” Faelar laughed as he stepped out of the trees, “Hey, guys! Looked what I found!”

Jhaeros took one look at us and laughed his head off, “So you two are together now?”

Rhys growled, “Shut up, Jhaeros!” he jumped out of the water and yanked Jhaeros and Faelar into the water.

Jhaeros gasped for breath when he resurfaced, but Faelar had enough guts to fight against Rhys’s iron grip.

Sheera, Alyssa, and Rashir were laughing so hard, they were clutching their sides. Faelar growled at them, “You think this is funny?” he said in a teasing tone.

The water around me churned, and, right in front of my eyes, a huge wave of starlit river water rose. They stopped laughing.

Sheera shook her head, paling, “No, no! Don’t you dare–AAAHHH!” she screamed when the wave crashed.

When the water retreated, they were soaked, with their hair plastered all over their faces. I laughed, and so did Rhys.

Half an hour later, we came out of the water and chased each other in the forest. Rashir slipped on mud and got very dirty, and Rhys fell from a tree branch when Alyssa got annoyed and decided to chase him up a tree.

That night was probably the best night I’ve ever had since coming here. We didn’t know how long we stayed up until we saw gold light gleaming on the horizon.

Rashir wiped some more dirt off of his face, “Dawn has arrived. We should head back.”

Jhaeros nodded, “I need to check on Julius.”

I stared at him, “I thought you had to take care of him.”

“He insisted I leave him in peace, and I know better than to anger a slightly maddened person, so I left him to himself.” Jhaeros said.

Sheera nodded, “Yeah, I need to get back too. My assassins would question my position and devotion to rogue arts if I go back too late.” she said.

But when we entered the palace, Prince Silas caught us.

“May I ask where you were last night?” he asked calmly, but his tone was cold.

Jhaeros looked away, his eyes burning with fury. Rhys clenched his jaw, and Sheera shot Prince Silas a withering glare.

“Well, where were you?” he demanded.

“We were taking a walk in the gardens.” I muttered.

“The gardens? I see… tell me, dear Elesira,” I tensed at what he called me, “if you have been in the gardens, why do I see Rashir covered in mud? And Rhys covered in Mysora Tree leaves?” he clicked his tongue, “Elesira, out of all the people, I never expected you to lie to me. Mysora trees only grow in the forest, and judging by the sound of your laughs and the starlit river water in your hair, you’ve been in the forest, haven’t you?”

“What if we have?” Faelar challenged sharply. “You can’t do anything to us. You may embarrass and anger Jhaeros, make Rhys look bad in front of your entire kingdom, but they are the noblest men in all of Tuuldarys. Nothing can change that.”

Prince Silas showed no emotions at all, the only sign of his anger was brushing us aside and walking away.

“God, I wish that coward would show his feelings.” Sheera growled.

“Wh… why can’t he?”

“He can.” Rashir said quietly, “But his kind have been specially taught not to. He must’ve been pretty angry when he left.”

“What “kind” does he belong to?” I asked.

Jhaeros gritted his teeth, “Let’s not.” he snarled.

We all agreed to go to Jhaeros’s room to check on Julius.

Julius was lying in bed, his breath even.

“He’s asleep.” Alyssa whispered.

The man shot up immediately and launched himself at the first person he saw. That person, unfortunately, was Rhys.

Both men were the same size, with the same warrior built, so Julius managed to knock him off the ground and onto the floor. His hands grabbed Rhys’s throat and started to throttle him.

“Julius, let go!” I screamed.

Jhaeros grabbed his shoulder and pulled him off. “Enough, Julius. Calm down. It’s me.” he said, his voice quiet but firm.

Faelar helped Rhys up to his feet. The warrior, surprisingly, was coughing. I never thought anyone could actually choke him, but my thoughts have proven me wrong.

Julius calmed down a few minutes later, and he looked very guilty. He walked up to Rhys, who tensed. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Rhys touched his neck, “Fine.” he said emotionlessly.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “It’s just a reflex. The NorthWind Pass is a lawless place, you know.”

“Yes, I figured that out.” Rhys continued droning.

Jhaeros made him sit down, “How are you feeling?” he asked.

Julius nodded, “Fine, thank you.” he turned to me, “And you, Elesira, thank you for saving me. If you hadn’t came, I would’ve been dead by now.”

I made a dismissive gesture, “It’s nothing. Jhaeros would’ve done the same if he were in my place.”

We discussed a few things before Jhaeros told us we needed to leave to give Julius some rest.

Rashir and Faelar walked me back to my room.

“What is it that you two do?” I asked them.

Faelar grinned, “I think you know, Elesira.” he said.

“Um… magic?” I guessed.

He nodded, “Yep, magic.” he raised one hand as purple fire flickered between and around his fingers.

I turned to Rashir, “What about you?” I asked.

Rashir paused, then took my arm, “Come, I’ll show you.”

We said good bye to Faelar as Rashir led me down some stairs.

We ended up in a small room with only one door and two guards. Both were carrying crossbows, and one of them looked familiar.

“Hello, Hector, Lucius.”

They both bowed their heads in unison, “Captain Rashir.” they answered.

Lucius looked at me, “Hello.” he blinked.

I gave him a small smile, “Hi.”

Lucius opened the door and let us inside.

I saw huge things that looked like weapons. Most were made of wood, but I had a feeling these weren’t constructed of ordinary wood. There were huge metal bolts that were maybe about two meters long. On another side was an entire row of braziers lit with different coloured fires. People were inside, some were at tables looking at blueprints, others were carrying things around the construction site.

“You construct weapons?”

“Yes. I fuse weapons with magic, making them powerful.” Rashir said, “The latest thing we’re working on is a trebuchet that is strong enough to carry huge chunks of metal that would explode on impact.”

“Wouldn’t that be more useful in a siege attack?” I asked.

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Who are you at war with, then?”

Rashir was quiet, then he said, “This isn’t the time nor place for this discussion.” he answered quietly. “If you wish to know of it, we’ll meet in Rhys’s room tonight at eleven.”

“Wait, who’s we? And what do I wish to know of?”

Rashir didn’t say anything as he beckoned me to follow him out of the place.

Chapter 8

Everyone was gathered there when I knocked on their door. Rhys answered with one of his hands on the hilt of his sword, like he was expecting some hostile creature. His grip loosened when he saw me, “Oh, Elesira.” he opened the door wider, “Come in.”

“Are you sure we can trust her?” Sheera asked as if I wasn’t there.

Alyssa nodded, “Yes, I have complete faith in her.”

Rhys motioned for me to sit down. I sat between Alyssa and Faelar.

“Elesira, you’ve been here for a week or two now, and normally, we don’t trust people like you. For example, a person who washed up on shore.” Sheera said pointedly, “But we trust you this time, so we are going to tell you of what is going on right now.”

I frowned, “What is this about?”

“Rebellion.” Jhaeros murmured.

I whirled around, “What?” I didn’t think I heard him right.

“Rebellion.” Rashir repeated, “We have been planning on rebelling against Prince Silas for years now.”

“Do you have a plan?” I felt like I was in some movie.

Sheera snorted, “Of course we do.” she said.

“What does it involve?” I said.

“Allies we don’t trust.” Rhys said quietly, “And enemies within the palace.”

“Okay…” I said, not knowing what to say.

Jhaeros cleared his throat, “Prince Silas has two bodyguards. Both are under Rhys’s command, but their loyalty lies with their prince. If we are to attack, they wouldn’t hesitate to defend their prince.”

“Your presence here is actually important.” Faelar said, “We need you to do something that none of us can.”

I frowned, “And what is that?”

Jhaeros interrupted, “If Elesira doesn’t want to, we can’t force her to do it.” he said firmly.

“But what choice do we have?” Faelar asked sharply.

Jhaeros stood up so fast I flinched, “If you force her, then you’ll have to deal with me, got it?” he snarled quietly.

The rest of us looked anywhere but in their directions.

Faelar clenched his jaw, “Fine.”

Jhaeros sat back down.

Sheera sighed, “Anyway,” she turned to me, “we need you to get close to Prince Silas.”

 

I tilted my head, “What?”

“We need you to get close to Prince Silas.” Alyssa repeated softly.

I recoiled, “Oh no… no, no, I can’t do that! I mean…” I straightened, “What do I have to do?”

Faelar started listing the awful things, “First you must become friends, then closer than friends, then if you have to please him to get information–”

“Enough.” Rhys and Jhaeros both said.

Rashir glanced at them nervously before saying, “You don’t have to, Elesira. The only reason why we’re asking is because you’re new. And Prince Silas knows nothing of you.”

“By pleasing him to get information… you don’t mean…” everyone looked at me as I got redder, “you don’t mean sleep with him, right?”

“I’m afraid we do mean it, Elesira.” Alyssa said.

I huffed, “I don’t know much about this kind of stuff…” I mumbled,

“You don’t have to. Just say that you want to be one of his concubines.” Sheera said.

“Con… concubines?” I stuttered.

“Or se… slaves, I meant slaves.” Rashir said, I was pretty sure he didn’t mean the ordinary kind of slave.

“Slaves?”

“Or if you can just lure–” Faelar started saying.

“Alright, that’s it!” Jhaeros shot to his feet once more and slammed the door.

Rhys looked pretty fumed as well, because his withering glare was enough to make me flinch, even though it wasn’t directed at me.

“What’s with Jhaeros?” I murmured to Alyssa.

“He’s very protective of his patients, that’s all.” Alyssa said, “He’ll cool down.”

“So have you decided yet?” Sheera asked me.

“Oh… um, can I sleep on it?”

They nodded and stood up, “Of course.”

I was the last one to leave when Rhys caught my arm.

“If he forces you to do anything, even if you refuse,” his voice was trembling, “tell me immediately, is that clear?”

I reached up, “Rhys…”

“I’m serious!” he growled, “If he makes you do something, by force or magic or some other trickery, I don’t care! Tell me, okay?”

I nodded, “O… okay, Rhys.”

His grip on my arm loosened, “I don’t want anymore people shatter by the Prince’s hand.” he said, his voice gentler.

“Who… what do you mean by anymore people?”

I could tell that that was a wrong question, because his eyes darken with rage. Rhys clenched his fists, “Nothing.” he shut… actually, slammed the door… in my face.

I went back to my room and collapsed onto the bed, but just before I was going to drift off to sleep, someone knocked on my door.

Half awake, I dragged myself to the door and opened it, trying to focus.

“Hello, Elesira.” that voice jolted me awake.

Prince Silas stood before me. He wasn’t wearing much, a white shirt and loose black pants… what made me red was that the shirt was see through, so I can see his muscular chest and biceps. He braced his hand on the door frame casually, “May I come in?”

I squeaked, then I stuttered, “Y… yes… Prince Silas…”

He gave me a smile that would’ve made all the girls back at my High School go crazy, then stepped into the room.

I closed the door, “What brings you here, Prince Silas?” I asked.

Prince Silas sat down on the couch, “Come, sit.” he patted the space next to him.

I sat down, uncomfortably aware of my closeness to him. I could feel his body heat radiating from his arm and chest.

“I apologize for my behaviour this morning.” he said.

That angered me, “Why don’t you apologize to Jhaeros and Rhys?” I snapped, “That would be more useful than apologizing to me!” Despite what they asked me to do, I couldn’t stand playing along with the Prince like this.

Prince Silas sighed, “Elesira,” he said quietly, “Jhaeros and Rhys are good men, but everyone has done something that they fear to reveal. What they’ve done… well, let’s just say I couldn’t forgive them as easily.”

I scowled, “But that gives you no excuse to make Jhaeros’s worst nightmare come true, or embarrass Rhys in front of his friends and people.”

Prince Silas was silent, then he stood, “Not everyone is what they seem, Elesira.” he said, and strode towards the door, then stopped. He looked back, that seriousness gone, replaced by a rather playful expression, “Come meet me at the front gates tomorrow at nine, alright?”

I nodded as he closed the door.

Once I was sure he was gone, I rushed down the corridors and knocked on Jhaeros’s door.

He opened it, “Yes, Elesira?” he said.

“Prince Silas wants me to meet him at the front gates tomorrow morning.” I said.

Jhaeros frowned, “What for?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, “What do the front gates lead to?”

“They lead to the city.” he answered, then his eyes went wide, “Oh…”

“What?”

“He wants to take you to the market.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” Jhaeros sighed.

“This is my chance to get our plan started.” I pointed out.

He leaned against the door, “I know, but are you sure you want to go through this?” he said, his eyes showed concern, “Have you slept on it?”

“No, but I think I’ve made a decision.” even though that decision is the hardest one in my life.

Jhaeros huffed, “Okay.” he pointed down the hall, “Go down the hall all the way to the Grand Chamber, then take the door next to the left window. Alyssa’s room is the second to the right.”

“Why do I want to go see Alyssa?”

He nodded, “Trust me, you would want to.”

Alyssa answered, and when she heard what I had to say, she smiled, “Come on inside.” she ushered me in.

I saw a table full of bundles of cloth, needles, string, and pins. In front of a wall were the things ( I didn’t know what they were called) that stores used to put up their clothes and let people see. They were like human frames or something.

“You’re a fashion designer?” I looked at Alyssa.

“Fashion designer for the Royal Family.” Alyssa corrected, “Jhaeros sent you here because he knows I know what the Prince’s style is.”

“Uh… what is that?”

Alyssa sat down on the table, “We have a lot of work to do.” she started drawing on a piece of paper, “The Prince likes simplicity, but only if it also shows off the wearer’s beauty.” she looked at me, “For you, I think I know what I should make.”

I tilted my head, “What do you have in mind?”

“You have lovely gold and amber eyes, Elesira. And your black hair reflects sunlight, so normally, I would think of a gown. But since this is casual, I wouldn’t make a gown. Also, you’re young… how old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Yes, well, a gown wouldn’t suit you, because you’re young. A playful dress should do.” She put on glasses and set to work.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when she finished two hours later.

The dress was simple. The top was amber coloured, then it faded to black at the very bottom. The sleeves were long but see through, and so was the very bottom of the dress.

“You look lovely, Elesira.” she let me look at myself in the mirror.

Even though it was simple, it had an aura of magic around it, something that no clothes back home could’ve conjured.

“Are you going to make shoes for me as well or something?” I joked.

She shook her head, “No, I have a pair over here that would suit you.” she went to her wardrobe and started looking, “Ugh, where did I put that thing… oh, here it is!” she came out and held up a pair of black and gold slippers.

I put them on and looked at myself. I couldn’t help by raise an eyebrow, “Don’t I look a bit too formal?”

She laughed, “Nonsense.” she said, “Now, remember, to come to me before you leave, alright? Because the Prince likes Golden Roses, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be very happy if you put a Golden Rose in your hair.

Chapter 9

I did as I was told the next day, and Alyssa helped me dress up.

“This is a last minute thing, but I think it would really help.” Alyssa said as she helped me with my hair, “You, Rhys, and Jhaeros are going to argue, okay?”

I frowned, “What? Why?”

“It’s called Drama, girl!” Alyssa said, “It would make sense that you’re warming up to Prince Silas if you had an argument with your friends, okay?”

I nodded.

“So, Jhaeros and Rhys are going to ask you why you’re hanging out with Prince Silas, and you say whatever. You get the the point where you can’t stand it, then you slap one of them, okay? It doesn’t matter, because it wouldn’t hurt. You’re going to start crying, that’s why I didn’t put any makeup on you, and Prince Silas is going to ask what happened, and you’re going to act bitter, got it?”

I nodded again, “Okay.”

We met Jhaeros and Rhys at the Grand Chamber.

“Did Alyssa tell you?” Rhys asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Good.” Jhaeros said, then his face soften, “Sorry if I scare you, okay?”

“It’s probably best if you do, but apology accepted.” I said.

We walked out of the Grand Chamber and into the hall that led to the front doors. Once we saw the front doors, Rhys suddenly exploded, “WHAT?”

I jumped, but Jhaeros was prepared. “You did what?” he growled, “You accepted his invitation?”

“No, I just…” was the first thing that came to mind.

Rhys continued roaring, “You decided to hang out with him, even after all the warnings we gave you? You saw what happened to Jhaeros!”

“I just thought–”

“Oh, that’s great. You thought!” Jhaeros shoved open the doors.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Prince Silas looking at us, surprised.

“Yes, I thought!” I spat, finding my courage, “Because unlike you people, I prefer giving people second chances!”

“That man doesn’t deserve even a chance!” Rhys barked.

I narrowed my eyes, “You two aren’t jealous, are you?”

I thought I heard Prince Silas cough.

Jhaeros clenched his jaw, “Jealous? Ha!” he snorted, “Who would be jealous of that bastard?”

“Shut up, okay?” I growled quietly.

“If you found out that you like him, after you decided to sleep with him last night, then stay away from us.” Rhys snarled.

I think that was my cue to slap him. So, mustering all the courage I had left, I slapped him. Jhaeros looked genuinely shocked, and Rhys’s face went entirely red. I made myself cry, “You guys are selfish.” I shook my head, tears flowing rapidly, “Just because of an act of politeness!” I shoved them away and ran down the steps to the courtyard.

I stumbled into Prince Silas’s arms. “Whoa, steady.” he said, ‘What was that all about?”

I sniffed and wiped my face, “Nothing.” I said in a nasal tone.

“It certainly doesn’t look like nothing.” Prince Silas remarked, “I heard Rhys yelling at you inside all the way from here.”

“They’re angry because I decided to accept your invitation.”

Prince Silas was silent, then he looped an arm around mine, “Come on, let’s go.”

 

There were hundreds of different shops and stalls. I saw restaurants, little workshops, huge buildings, and houses. It reminded me of the city, only everyone walked instead of drove.

“How do you like it?” he asked me.

I nodded, “It’s beautiful.” I said.

“If you want anything, just ask, alright?” he said gently.

I nodded again.

We walked down the streets until something caught my eye. It was a bookstore. I loved reading, so naturally, any book shops would catch my attention.

Prince Silas noticed my shifted pace and followed my gaze, “I take it you like reading?”

“Huh?” I looked back at him, “Oh, yeah… I do.”

Prince Silas tugged my arm, “Let’s go see.” he said with a smile.

The shelves were full of leather bound books. The titles were engraved in gold or silver, and quills were lined up on a small table to present.

I looked through all of the books before seeing one. It was hard covered, and it was pretty much the size of a tome, but there were jewels glittering on the cover, the spine, and the back. The title was in pale gold: Tales of Tuuldarys 

“Do you like it?” Prince Silas asked me.

Without thinking, I nodded, then I shook back to my senses, “I can’t get this. This book must cost a fortune!”

“Get it if you want.” was all Prince Silas said before turning to another row of books.

I ended up having to carry the huge tome around the market.

At the end of the day, Prince Silas escorted me back to my room. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said.

I nodded, “Thank you for today.”

He smiled before leaving.

I entered the room and found Jhaeros and Rhys sitting there. Rhys was pressing a cold cloth on his left cheek, while Jhaeros was looking at it.

They both turned when I went in.

“Elesira!” they both said.

I walked over to Rhys, “Hey, I’m sorry about that.” I pointed.

He grinned, “No big deal.” though he winced when he spoke.

I turned to Jhaeros, “Sorry I yelled at you, Jhaeros.”

“You were doing what we planned, so don’t apologize.” Jhaeros shrugged.

We were silent, then I said, “What do I need to do?”

Jhaeros frowned, “What do you mean?”

“To get close to Prince Silas, I mean.” I said, “That is the plan, isn’t it?”

We spent the entire night planning different things, and eventually, we fell asleep, but I had a feeling that this might be able to work.

 

The next morning, I walked down the halls towards the Prince’s Chambers. Numerous guards stopped me, but I managed to talk through them.

Finally, I got to the Prince’s two personal body guards.

Both looked like wrestlers with armor on, and both had wicked looking halberds in their hands. I swallowed as I neared them.

One turned his head, “What?” he spat.

“May I see the prince?” I asked nervously.

The other shook his head and looked back at the hall, “No one is allowed into the Prince’s Chambers.”

The door opened, and both guards looked surprised when they saw Prince Silas peek out, “Elesira?” he glared at his guards, “Let her in, you idiots.” he ordered.

They actually looked a tad bit terrified when they parted to let me in.

Prince Silas shut the door, “I’m sorry for my guards, they’re really tense in the mornings.”

I looked around in awe. The room had one window, and it was made of stain glass. It depicted the sky and earths, with prairies of flowers. His bed was right next to it, curtains hung from the top. In front of his bed was a table with two chairs, and a Chess Board was set.

Besides the bed was a black and dark red couch, a black table, and two arm chairs. There was a fireplace, and besides the fireplace was a bookshelf.

And standing right besides me was a dark wardrobe.

I blinked, “It sure is dark in here.” I commented.

“I like the dark.” Prince Silas said, “It gives a certain mystery and beauty to the place.”

There was an awkward silence, then he straightened and turned to me, “Was there a reason why you came?”

I nodded, “Yeah… I…” I made myself look shy, “I wanted to thank you… you know, for everything yesterday…”

Prince Silas stepped closer, “You already thanked me.” he said.

I nodded, “I know, but I feel like I should thank you again.”

Prince Silas smiled, “You are very kind, Elesira.” he tilted his head, “Is that it?”

I shifted from foot to foot, making myself blush, “We… could go out for a picnic.” I said quietly.

He took another step towards me, I resisted the urge to step back. “Are you hitting on me, Elesira?” he teased.

No. Never! I wanted to yell, but my gaze fluttered up towards him. I didn’t say anything.

His finger went under my chin and tilted my head up, “I would love to, Elesira.” he murmured.

I gave him a smile, “I’ll go get the food.” I tried not to grimace as he brushed my hair away from my face.

“We could go at sunset. I’m afraid I have work to do until then.” he said gently, “I’ll meet you at the top of SilverStar Crest.”

“Where is that?” I asked.

Prince Silas’s gaze went to my mouth, then back to my eyes, “Somewhere you would love.” was all he said.

 

According to Alyssa, it was beyond the city, so I had to walk half an hour to get there. In the basket were (according to the Royal Family’s Official Head Chef that were Prince Silas’s favorite dishes) Traditional Tuuldarian Meat Skewers, Dreilya fruit salad, Dark Chocolate pies, and Tuuldarian Nectar.

He was already there waiting, when he saw me, he smirked, “Long walk, isn’t it?” he said.

I panted, “Very long…” I gasped.

Prince Silas chuckled and took the basket from me, “Sit down, I got it.”

I sat and lay against the tree.

He took out the meat skewers and laughed. I frowned, “What?”

“Collan really outdid himself this time.” he said, “But these look good.” he handed one to me and took one out for himself.

I smelled them before eating a piece. I chewed slowly, the rich flavour spreading through my mouth and tongue.

“How is it?” Prince Silas asked me.

I nodded, “Very good. I’ve never tasted something like this back home.”

He was silent, then he said, “Could you tell me more of your world?”

I huffed, “What would you like to know?” when he looked at me curiously, I continued, “You know, things such as history, tradition, etc.”

“Where would you like to start off?” he asked softly.

“Anywhere.” I shrugged.

“Then, start off where you want.” Prince Silas said and leaned on his elbow, “We have the entire night.”

So we talked for hours until the moon was well up high in the night sky.

He took me back to the palace and into his room to talk some more. We stayed up until midnight.

My eyes were so heavy that I could barely see. Prince Silas noticed this and smiled, “I think you should go back now.” he slid off of the bed, “Come.”

I groaned, then murmured something that sounded like a half refusal. I was so tired I couldn’t even think properly anymore.

Prince Silas came over and took my hand, “Elesira.” he said gently.

I yawned, then leaned against him, “Good night…”

I couldn’t remember anything after that.

Chapter 10

I woke up, and realised that it was two in the morning. Gods, did I get any sleep at all? All I remember was closing my eyes with the long hand of the clock pointing at the number twelve.

I looked around and remembered what happened.

I gasped and sat up.

Prince Silas stirred besides me, then blinked open his eyes, “Elesira.” he murmured.

I paled, “Oh gods…” I didn’t know what to think. Disgust? Maybe. Anger? At myself. Shock? Definitely.

He sat up, most of his hair was covering his face. He brushed it aside, “What is it?” he asked.

“What happened?” I squeaked.

Prince Silas blinked, “You fell asleep, and I thought carrying you back to your room was going to wake you, so I put you down here.” he patted the bed.

I had to swallow a scream. I had been sleeping? With the prince?

“You look pale.” Prince Silas frowned and reached towards me, “Are you alright?”

“No.” I got to my feet, “Not good at all!”

He stood up calmly, “Is sleeping in the same bed as me really so hard to believe?” I couldn’t sworn I heard hurt in his voice.

But I straightened, “I’ve never slept with anyone but my parents.” I said, actually, more like snapped. “Of course sleeping with you would be so hard to believe!”

Prince Silas didn’t move, all he did was stare.

I regained control and said, “Look, Prince Silas–”

“You can leave now.” he murmured and turned away.

I sighed, not knowing what to do, so I exited the room.

 

As I walked down the halls, I met Julius.

“Elesira!” he seemed surprised, “What are you doing up so late?”

“Nothing, just taking a stroll.” I mumbled.

“Okay, but make sure you sleep.” he reminded me of Jhaeros, “Lack of sleep affects your health.”

“Did you learn that from Jhaeros?” the corners of my mouth tugged upwards.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I…ah… actually heard it from my mother.”

“Oh.” I nodded, “Well, good night.”

He smiled before leaving.

I went into my room and collapsed onto the bed.

 

I woke up with Jhaeros looking at me.

I screamed and jerked away.

“Hey, calm down!” Jhaeros straightened, “I’m not here to do anything! I just want to ask how it went yesterday!”

“Oh…” my heart slowed down, “It was fine.”

Jhaeros sat down besides me, “Anything happened?”

I turned red, “Apart from sleeping in his bed? Sure, nothing happened?”

He frowned, “What?”

“I got tired, so I fell asleep in his room. I woke up two hours later and found out that I was sleeping in the same bed as he was.” I mumbled.

He was silent, when I looked up, I saw him covering his mouth.

I scowled, “What?”

Jhaeros threw out a coughing fit, but it eventually became a laughing fit.

I grabbed a pillow, “You idiot!” I hit him.

He laughed some more as he backed away and pounded the walls, tears streaming from his eyes.

“What’s so funny?”

“You… I can’t…” his sentence was cut off again.

I stood there with my arms crossed and my foot tapping the ground until he calmed down.

He sniffed, “Sorry.” he said, “I just can’t imagine you falling asleep in Prince Silas’s arms like some helpless damsel.”

“First, I’m not a helpless damsel. And second, it–” I cut myself off, knowing that if he knew that actually did happen, he would die from laughing.

But someone knocked on the door before he could ask what I was about to say.

I went to answer it.

“What’s happening here?” Rhys asked, looking in to make sure everything is alright.

“Jhaeros had a laughing fit, that’s what happened.” I said, rolling my eyes.