Fan Fiction ❯ Jet ❯ Shem ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter three

The tall dark figure paced his decadent throne room. Behind him the black Throne of Von-Dein sat evilly upon its raised dais. His grey-blue eyes, quenched by his long sorcerous life, glared angrily at his greatest Elite Captain, Tae.

"How, exactly did a little girl escape you captain?" The king could barely contain his anger.

Tae smiled ironically, "She takes after her parents in many ways. She has your great strength, and the queen's.." Tae paused noticing the anger in his lord's eyes. "..that is to say, I am certain she will take more to capture than you currently employ seeking her, my liege." Tae looked nervously at The Dark sovereign. King Schlein-Vek-rai II was renown for his temper. He held amazing sorcerous power at his command.

As the Captain had feared a sickly blue mist had taken form around the king, who had a sardonic smile on his face. Those grey demon-eyes, flicked in the direction of Tae's eldest son and Lieutenant of the Elite guard, Crein.

"No! My lord! Please…" Crein's lean body, a fine example of Elvish beauty, twitched where he stood.

Tae appealed to the King, "Please! Not my son! I will find your daughter! I swear!..please.." Tears streamed down Tae's face as his son's screams echoed through the great hall. His eyes were those of a tormented soul of hell. Blood was sucked from his mouth, it seeped from his bright blue eyes, it streamed down his face and fell thickly, dripping onto the gleaming black onyx floor. The boy collapsed.

Tae screamed "NO!" he ran to his son who's very pores seemed to be bleeding.

The King grinned. "Tae! Swear on the soul of your son! Swear now or I will rip Crein's soul from his flesh!"

Tae looked up from his beautiful son's tortured form to the direct descendant of Dark. He looked at him with pure hatred. He would kill this demon for doing this to his son.

As thick black congealed blood gurgled from his son's throat he swore to his king. He had no choice.

*****

In the Royal Palace the Solaris court rejoiced in the return of their boy-king. He sat upon the Golden Jade thrown of his ancestors, worry furrowed his delicate brow. Beside him sat his ministers. They were discussing action in retaliation to King Schlein-Vek-rai of Von-Dein. His least favourite adviser, a general and violent woman in her sixties named Shem was standing before him, her silks rustling with her calculated movements. In her youth she had been a celebrated actress in the theatre District of the Solaris Capital, now she performed for the young king. He, however had little interest in hearing her warped opinions.

With a dramatic gesture Shem continued her rehearsed speech, "My Lord. We must take the offence! We must call upon the sons and daughters of our great people! The Vis-Gothic scum will never stand against our glorious army! I, shall command the armies of course…"

The boy looked up at this, his long straight golden hair falling about his delicate elven features. In his vivid emerald eyes, gilt with gold, was reflected the power and greatness of a line of monarchs tracing back to before the Eve's War and the separation of the Elvish people. As those eyes narrowed, Shem faltered. It was impossible to with stand the effect of the beautiful king's divine gaze. She shrank before her king and crawled like a rat back into her nest of silks and furs.

The boy king smiled a little. He looked out at his silent awe-struck court. He had been gone so long he had forgotten the enjoyment of standing before them like this. King Eito Li-Xan-moi the III felt hope stir in his heart. He stood. The gilt, ornate court fell to their knees. Not for the first time the young boy wondered how there could be such a difference between the royal families of the Elves and their people. Surely he was not so different from those bowing before him.

"I shall not begin the Eve's War again. We must not. When last our people met in battle the population of the world was halved. We are to evenly matched. I agree that war should perhaps be our goal, but, we must take the princess into consideration."

The court looked surprised, the princess?

Shem stood a little firmer, "What does his highness speak of?" Those emerald eyes met hers, she swayed in her place.

"I speak of the exiled heir to the Dark Throne." Gasps were evident from the crowd. "Jetixiou-Vek-rai, only child of King Schlein-Vek-rai. She hides in our kingdom as we speak. She has far greater powers than her father. Her people love her, she could be a powerful ally or deadly enemy."

Shem was stunned. "You speak of a Vis-Gothic Princess? Heir of the Dark Dynasty no less?"

The young king turned on Shem, "Yes." His eyes flashed. " Her father has accused her of stealing a national treasure and has warrants out for her arrest. I have proof however that she is considerably stronger than her father, whom himself is regarded as the greatest sorcerer in the world perhaps. War is not an option if she and her father are reconciled. Together they would be an invincible force, I on the other hand am the only survivor of the Royal Line of Solaris, with out an ally I would mot be able to defeat them…"

Shem butted in, "AH! So what you're saying is that we'll wait until you've produced an heir, then declare war on the Vis-Gothic scum and crush them! What a.." The boy-king had materialised in front of Shem, his delicate features twisted with silent anger. Shem let out a little scream as his finely featured face filled her vision. "So General, you admire the Dark Elves of Von-Dein that much?" Shem stumbled over her words awed and surprised, "I..i..I don't understand..your highness."

Li-Xan's blazing emerald eyes burnt gold, Shem was dumb struck by that most beautiful son of the great Light Elven dynasty. She, like all to have seen him, saw the glory of the sun shining in his long golden hair, the strength of Mars in his lean figure. In his eyes shone the infinite wisdom of his forefathers, tracing back to before the Eve Wars and the separation of the Elvish people. She had dreamt since the first time she had seen him that she might one day be his Queen, but she knew he held no affection for her. She sighed, Oh to be loved by that most divine of elves… Eito Li-Xan-moi ..

He turned from her and paced with feline grace across the ornate inlaid marble floor, "The Dark elves and the Light Elves sundered the world into two millennia ago for simple reasons. We are different peoples. The Dark elven were marked out by their love of bloodshed and cruelty, we however, had more noble beliefs. My ancestor, Lord of Light, was a Pacifist, and it has been the duty of the Solaris monarch ever since to maintain this, so not to degenerate as our distant cousins, the Dark Elven did. Would you then Shem, have us become as those we hate most in the world? Would you have us become our greatest enemies?"

Shem was stunned into silence by this most obvious of logic. "I am sorry My lord..I did not think.." But the youth was not listening, he was thinking of the Dark Elvish princess.

Shem blushed her shame and quickly left the Great Hall of Light, striding to her tower rooms.

Back in his throne the King found himself day dreaming.

******

Some three months had passed since Jet had beaten Reen to a bloody pulp, in that time she had mastered the many techniques of the Chitze-xan monks and become good friends with Wan and a few others. For the most part however, the monks of Chitze-xan were scared of her.

She paused in the beautiful gardens and closed her eyes. The cool breeze tickled her clear, cool skin. It took up long strand of her jet-black hair and flicked them around. She stood there, motionless for over an hour before she heard a familiar voice behind her, it was Wan and Kaili. She turned towards them and smiled. Wan noticed the fact that Jet was wearing her black outfit that she had arrived in. Her black and silver tunic hung down to her knees, split from the hips were sat a thick belt, its left side hung with her huge mithril sword, her right arm was exposed, it's seething runes flickering in the dusk twilight. She was an image of Visgothic perfection, Beautiful, deadly.

Kaili looked at her beautiful friend with a slight pang of jealousy. Some girls get all the luck, looks, brains, strength, a kingdom…she sighed wistfully. Oh well she didn't have Wan. Looking down she smiled seeing her hand enclosed in his. Yes, in some ways she was definitely better off than Jet. Who in their right mind would get involved with the exiled heir to the Visgothic throne? No one worth knowing, that was for sure.

Wan looked at jet and asked if what the abbot had been saying was true, was she leaving the monastery tomorrow?

The princess smiled, it was a smile of sadness however, "Yes. I am leaving. I will miss you both, and this place. It is all so peaceful and clear here. I wish I could stay…"

Kaili looked at her friend, "Then why don't you?"

"I am the last remaining heir to the dark dynasty, if I do not take my throne back, it will cease to exist. All the knowledge and power gained by my people over the past millennia's will be lost. I..I can see things sometimes… I know what I must do."

Wan looked completely confused, "Then you have the sight as well?!"

"Hm. Not quite, I just know certain things.. I once had a dream you know," she said as though dreams were uncommon things, " I already knew inside that m father mould betray me and our blood. I know I was born to stop him, that was the only reason my mother married that hateful man."

Kaili now definitely thought herself better off than Jet.

Wan uncomfortably asked jet something that had been burning up in side him for quite sometime, a question no-one knew the answer to, "Jet, who was your mother?"

A brief look of intense pain crossed the hypnotically beautiful face of the dark girl, then she was gone.

Wan and Kaili looked at one another.

*****

Absorbed in his prayers, the Abbot of Chitze-xan didn't notice jet materialising next to him for a few seconds. When he did look up, he noticed her clothes, she was leaving, and saw pain and loss etched across her lovely face. "What is wrong my child?"

The girl smiled lamely, "Oh nothing, I just thought I'd tell you I'm, you know, leaving now. Thank-you for all your hospitality. I am truly grateful."

The abbot looked at her thoughtfully. "I see something has upset you. Did someone ask you about your mother?"

Jet was taken aback, "How did you know?"

"Oh. I just know her sad story and it seemed to me the only thing that could upset you so. It is not your fault Jet. No body thinks that. You were just a child.."

"And a child is what they still think I am. When I kill then, does it not matter?"

"No Jet. That is not what I meant. You are not a child. You have seen to much to hide beneath that title. You are an elf. But you were only 3 when it happened. You had hardly been born!"

"That is no excuse and you know it. Good bye. I hope to return here someday…" She faded into blue and was gone from that place were, for a short time, she had found peace.

The abbot sighed. He felt immense pity for the girl. She still had so much sadness left to overcome in her life.

*****

Eito Li-Xan-moi collapsed on his bed, disturbing an enormously fat cat from amongst the golden silks and thick furs. He was bored of life in his tower palace already and had been home only three weeks. Lately he had been finding his thoughts dwelling on Jetixiou. The image of her finely boned face, silken black locks and electric cobalt eyes burned in his mind. Beside him Till, the obese cat yawned and stretched, clawing the bed covers. Li-Xan grabbed his cat and asked him severely, "So cat. Am I going insane?"

Till blinked very slowly, yawned, and was promptly asleep. "Argghh! That's it!" Till trundled off to find a quieter place to sleep.

The young king sighed. His councillors thought him insane for his suggestions of taking the exiled Von-Deini princess in as an ally. He could not tell them he had met her himself, since then they'd know about his other form, as a Solaris guard, which always came in handy and he would like to keep.

Li spoke quietly to himself, "I have to find her. My people would never understand. Maybe I'll go and see if we can come to some agreement over this whole mess… Her father is openly talking of a Final War amongst our people…If that were to happen I know the world would not be able to stand it. I'm certain Armageddon is inevitable if I can't get princess Jetixiou to ally with me."

"Hmph! Yeah, right. I believe you."

Li looked to the huge window which usually showed a view of clouds and the earth far below, now however, it framed his fat horse Otto. Lately it had been doubling for landing platform quite a lot. Li looked at Otto. "Why is it, fat-ass that you've suddenly got a lot more irritating since I gave you the ability to speak and fly? I'm really regretting it."

The fat white horse battered his eyelids, "Oh, You're just upset because it turns out I'm more intelligent than you… I know you love me…"

Li flicked his wrist and was clad in his favourite green riding robe. He grabbed Till's bag, clipped on his great war-sword, picked up his golden spear and spent ten minutes looking for his bow and arrow before remembering it was in the armoury. "Wait here Otto, I've got to find my bow, I'll be as quick as I can." He dematerialised in a haze of green and re appeared in the Royal armoury.

A huge collection of great magically weapons covered the huge chambers' walls. He eventually found his longbow of yew and gold, and his golden fletched quiver of arrows. He slung them over his shoulder. He though he saw movement in the far corner of the chamber but dismissed it. Turning from the room he whispered to himself, "I will find you Jetixiou." Again he was gone in a mist of his strong green magic.

From the opposite end of the room came a gasp. The old Elven woman glared, grabbed a sword from the wall and in a great blow, sliced through several layers of stone wall. Shem spat with hatred and jealousy, "that Visgothic wench will pay for seducing the prince so. I must explain this to the council." She smiled.

*****

Leaving the monastery far behind him, Christoph flew with joy amongst the stars, glad of a rider after weeks with out one. Jet too was glad of his company, she soon forgot her sadness and she and her horse flipped and whirled in happiness. She didn't know where she was going. She summoned her music player from the strange dimension it and the music on it were from, (a weird place with no elves, only humans..strange) and spent the hours before dawn singing to her favourite songs. Christoph, being such a god damn cool horse joined in, neighing and beating his wings in time with the music. Jet laughed. There was nothing so funny as watching a fat Valkyerie horse dance, especially when the aforementioned valkyerie horse liked a type of music called "80'sjap and easepop" most.

She was flying over a thick green forest when she saw another horse and rider flying some miles in front of them. Fear struck Jet's heart. It must be a Visgoth to have a flying Valkyerie horse, I'll have to kill the rider before he could communicate her position with a mind -call.

As she crept up behind the horse and rider, she sensed the riders magic, it was not Dark Elven. It was a Light Elf on the horse…But how did he get a valkyerie horse? She drew her long sword, glinting in the moonlight, and advanced with her war cry.

****

Li was so wrapped up in the joy of flying, that he didn't notice the rider behind him until he heard the blood-curdling war cry of a Vis-Gothic Royal and felt a huge Visgoth magic swell. Drawing his huge gold war blade, he turned and saw her. A slight figure expertly riding atop a great black war valkyerie. He saw her jet black hair streaming behind her, a long, thin, double ended sword swung in her left arm, black cape billowing behind her, but most of all he noticed her beautiful face, his heart skipped a beat..her eyes. Her blazing blue eyes. Jet.

AN: that's three chapters… I should warn u that I have written many more, and that peoples names change, so I'm gonna have to do something about that…damn..sooo..lazy…to much effort…noooo…>^o^< `meow!'