Fan Fiction ❯ Earth's Reflection, My World ❯ Release ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter Five:
Release

Neouri stiffened. Eede noticed, and Xel merely waited to see what would happen. The prince immediately realized what consequences would come from his words, yet Reyana smiled, and rested back in her seat.

"That settles it." Neouri ground out. Eede's cape swirled around her when she turned around. "I do not want any assistance from any of you people!" She turned to Eede and said, "If you side with him, I swear I will be so mad, you won't know if a tornado hit you or my fist!"

Eede paled. Should he risk the backhanded wrath of the prince, or face Neouri's fury? He simply nodded to let her know he understood.

Satisfied, she nodded back, and whirled on the prince. Her rage wasn't hidden as she shouted. "Pure or tainted, what does it matter? Your still prejudice, because you believe you are better than me?" She scoffed. "Perhaps it is because you fear that I am, in truth, better than you? Or perhaps your lady put you up to it?" She shrugged. "What would I know? For all I know, Reyana starts her own battles, and has you fight it for her? That's what seemed to happen today! And it is from that, that I know your personality!" She narrowed her eyes when she said, "You disgust me." She pat at his feet and locked her eyes to his, daring him to answer to her challenge. "I am ashamed to be related to you in any way."

The princes face was contorted with rage, a fire lighting his eyes when he roared, "Silence! Do you not know to whom you speak!? I am Prince of Thunder! Prince of Fury! Prince of Darkness! I am-"

"Lucifer?" Neouri finished. "I highly doubt it. At least he's honorable!"

He scowled at her. "I am Prince and Master of Olerifeise, Keurai!"

Neouri laughed. "Well, Prince Keurai! I suggest you meet your half sister by blood! Me!" She mock curtsied. Her voice was low, and filled with her rage when she said, "And I am not afraid. Thunder is noise. Fury-hah! I am fury! And darkness? You wouldn't even make it out alive!" She looked around, "You are worthy of your title of Olerifeise! And what is this holding? Nothing! You, your highness, are nothing."

Keurai, Prince Keurai, didn't appreciate being called so. He leapt up, and slowly walked to Neouri. He stood nose to nose with her, leaning down to her smaller frame to do so. He stared into her eyes.

Everyone in the room held their breaths, suspended by what the prince would say. Fury lit both of their eyes, challenging each other. Eede was more afraid of what her words, and actions would bring. Xel was more or less uninterested, Reyana greedily licked her lips, anxious on what the horrid woman's fate would be.

Perhaps he will kill her. . . She eyed the sword at his waist, and knew that no matter how fast that woman turned out to be, he would be faster with his sword.

So, you understand they were surprise when the prince beamed at her, flashing a brilliant smile. "You are very strong, brave, and honorable."

Neouri was still cautious. "Thank you."

"I would like to have you by my side." He said. "You are my blood, and you are indeed not tainted." He bowed. "I apologize for all the insults and hurt I have brought upon you."

Reyana showed no outward reaction she graciously nodded her head. Eede exhaled, and Xel glowered. Neouri's eyes widened.

"Was that an apology?" She choked out.
Keurai smiled weakly. "It's very difficult to apologize when you did something terribly wrong."

Neouri smiled brightly, and as was her habit, she brushed the side of his cheek. "I forgive you. And easily, for I too am plagued by irritation and shame when I have to apologize."

Somehow, her little touch eased something inside of him. "I have never had a sister before." He smiled. "I think it will be a pleasant experience."

Xel cleared his throat. "So, what do we do now, your highness?"

Neouri turned to the man who recognized her as a sister now. "I go wherever Eede goes."

Keurai tiled a brow at her. "Are you ordering something?"
Neouri shrugged. "Hinting, I suppose."

The man in question had his sky blue eyes opened as wide as they could go. He shook his head, and decided that familiarity ran in the veins. Where before the two would probably have killed each other, they would now kill anyone who would harm a hair on the others head.

"Then you may go with them, in seven moon lives." He said. "When the seventh moon rises, you may travel west to my fathers castle."

"Why not at first light?" Reyana and Xel said at once.

Keurai obviously felt like his authority was questioned, Neouri noticed with a smile. And like her, he didn't like it. "I would like to ask why you two question my motives, but, because I am in the presence of a family member, I will answer." He turned to face Reyana. "I would like to get to know my sister. And if you aren't satisfied, then just ignore her."
Reyana looked more than happy to.

Xel on the other hand looked like he wanted to strangle someone.

Keurai pulled Neouri to his side, putting her short frame to his taller one. "Now," He said. "Tell me about where you come from. Aiyartea was it?"

* * * * *

Excitement coursed through her veins.

Keurai had told her that even if their father didn't except her, he would be her guardian. He told her about his other legitimate brothers, all of whom were half bloods, and ruled different parts of the kingdom called Tiare. He admitted to some being corrupted, and others good hearted.

"But perhaps you can change that." He had said. "I am the one of the older ones, so if you have any trouble, just send Xel to me. Though I do not know you, I feel I must protect you."

Ensured that if he turned traitor she could kill him, she decided to trust him. And though he did not love her, he felt protective, and it was a start.

She was in the bedroom adjacent to Xel's chamber, he was assigned as her guardian and keeper. Though if she lost control, which was rare, or decided to transform at will, she wondered how he would stop her without killing her, which was just what Keurai wanted.

Grudgingly, he had agreed to Keurai's want.

Eede was on the other side, although, his room did not connect with hers.

Her bedroom was white. A white four poster bed with a banister, and curtains that fell from above. Her sheets were white, and the curtains were white, and fairly transparent. A white marble bed stand, and a white mirror on a white beauty table. The white wardrobe nearly drover her nuts.

The only color was the fire that crackled merrily in the hearth, spreading warmth throughout the cold room.

She had taken a bath, and was drying her hair before the fire, the long ebony locks shined in the firelight. Her face was turning pink from the heat, and she feared her low cut dress of transparent white would catch on fire.

She was about to stand up, and move off of the white wool carpet when Xel knocked on the door that separated his room from hers, then barged right in.

"Keurai wants me to interrogate you on your past life. As your protector, I am also allowed to force you in any way possible, in order t-" Xel had searched the room for her throughout his speech, and had just found her sitting on the rug, with her hair draped over her shoulder, and the dress dipping low revealing her cleavage.

He himself had changed into a black long sleeve shirt that was unbuttoned down his chest. He wore black pants that fit snugly, outlining his muscled thighs and calves. She only noticed the silver earring on his ear, a loop that added a rugged, pirate like appearance to his darkly good looks.

The two stared at each other, stormy gray eyes, and eyes that held the night locked in a timeless gazing contest.

Xel had never been in a situation like this before. The girl stared at him in her state of half undress, and he in his casual clothes. Would she yell, scream, and try to kick his ass, awakening the entire household!? Oh, please don't let her be noisy!

Instead she smiled at him. An innocent smile that made him step back.

"Keurai want to learn about my past?" Neouri said. "Then let him ask me tomorrow. I'm tired." She stood up, and walked over to him.

She pushed him back through the door, though he didn't really want to go. He was quite heavy, and stubborn to. But he never complained, and eventually, left her.

When he was gone, she yawned. Her mouth stretching wide, and her fangs bared. She walked over t o the bed, and watched the fire burning in the hearth. As the tongues of fire leapt up, she let her eyes drift close, and sleep claim her.

* * * * *

Breathe. The shadow took it's first breath of air, for it had finally been freed from a prison it had not known existed, until this very moment. Until the shadow had been able to move freely, to express itself.

See. It opened it's eyes, yet it could not see. Blurred images flashed before it's oddly shaped, and oddly colored eyes. Eyes that, in time, would be able to see everything.

Listen. It's ears tuned in on the sounds around it, un able to decipher what was happening. It heard many sounds, deep, high, soft, loud. But, there was one sound it was most attuned to. The sound of children.

Clarify. How could the shadow clarify what it did not understand? What it did not see clearly? What it could not hear clearly? And why was the sound of children the only sound it could hear clearly? Their weeping especially? Why?

Speak.