Oh Shit

Rhen

"I do say that I have been introduced to all your friends, who seem to be; quite dull… except the one you have just acquired," the essence of his question rattled me, yet I felt the familiar ogdilar in which he was now playing. Damn it! So, he did sense her, and if he's asking of her then he will report back immediately. Making her a target of the worst foe; mortal or Fae in the world. I will not allow her to be brought into this little game he is playing, nor will I let her be a target because of my insolence.

"A friend I have just acquired. Whatever do you mean?" out of all the times my mind has wandered to her, I had not thought her a friend. Merely a nuisance to my existence for I cannot think of anything else but her.

He scoffed "my lonely prince, pardon me but I wish to not keep up the façade; you know what it is I do, you know what I must do, and you know what I will do. The presence earlier was quite alluring, yet ancient. Powerful and yet, dominating. I have not felt chilled quite like this before. Now tell me. Who is this female you have befriended?" How could he know she is Female? He felt the presence, but you cannot tell if it's male or female just by the presence alone. What a predicament I am in and now her as well.

"Who comes and goes, hides and shows their face to me is none of your concern," before he could interrupt I lifted my hand and stopped him "…furthermore I made no oath to explain who comes to me at all, so your question will remain unanswered." Indifference is what I must obtain, indifferent is what I will become. I willed the face of the Fae I once was, and just for a moment he conceded. Eyes wide in failure, and desperation; he said what I knew was to come.

"Very well…your highness." He shoved through clenched fangs, I stood my bearings.

"Though you go through so much trouble to hide her I would say she must be a thing to meet. I believe my master would be delighted to be in her presence if she takes your eyes," with that he was gone by mist and the growing darkness. I am in such deep shit.

Ogdilar: Fae melody of interrogation

Al

"Proceed forward. Take your place on the throne Alima" the voices whisper.

I feel a tug at my heart, soon my body follows as if I am in a trance. The feeling so natural, the throne a beckon of love and power. Power I feel to be mine. As I try to stop myself; I sense that there is something amiss. Something that I am unable to conceive; as if I cannot remember it. That's absurd, I know all as I think of it. Any question I ask I immediately know the answer, as if all knowledge flows through me. Before I am completely at the throne I wander through my mind, trying so desperately to find that missing kendai.

A void with shackles. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang….

What lurks inside is tremendous, ancient, and filled with hatred. Unchecked rage, pure, burning with white flames.

I can feel the rage seeping through the shackles, and it creeps towards me. And intricate designs etched into the shackles glowing with power. Words? In a language I do not recognize, yet I do at the same time. The shackles look worn, rusted, and as though whatever has been trapped inside beats to get out every daybreak.

Beckoning- no pleading with me? Why do I have a feeling of nostalgia with this-this thing. I have no recognition of how many moons this thing has been here, for what purpose is it here? How did it get here in the first plac-

"Rarii!" grandmother bellows.

I halt, realizing that my hand is resting right above the throne, my heart is pounding wildly.

"Take no more steps forward. Please come away from the dias now."

Why is there a tremble in her voice? My Grandmother; the one and only himla left is dripping with fear. Why?

I take a step back, realizing the orb has moved. Circling the perimeter of my back; but it does not speak. I want to know what it is and why it told me to take my rightful place on the throne.

"Grandmother what is this? Why is it here?"

"It is not something you trifle with; please cast your gaze somewhere else."

"If I should not sit on it, why burden putting it here? Right where it should be, if not to be sat upon?" She is acting like the throne is made of fire, and I will be burned at the stake if I even touch it the slightest.

"You must listen to me, this one time without argument, it is for your utmost safety."

Everything seems to be for my safety but she tends to never give the pleasure of explaining to me why. And I am all out of patience with these secrets she keeps from me.

"You must tell me why. Even what it is doing here in our home."

"To my displeasure I cannot indulge in that at this moment" then she sighs,

"But you must trust me now and later I shall tell you all."

The usual, for my safety.

"I must know"-

"I shall not tell you what you want to hear now!" she said sternly.

I could tell that she would say no more. And that she was letting away with it. Always for my safety it seems. Yet not for me to hear from her ancient lips. I cannot contain my disappointment, and anger. I let it all be felt as I walk out and into the forest.

I cannot help but sprint, and sprint. My mind in shambles from her consistent secrecy, she will always keep the truth from me. Always, like i will never know anything but her perception of these worlds. I will know nothing other than this cabin, and these woods. A deep longing has begun to feel me and I shall not let this pass. I will remember all and let it be her doom.

I had yet to realize another presence other than my own, a dark one. And a reeking smell came toward me. I ducked into a patch of greenery, willing that whatever was here did not sense me. A voice, but one can hardly call it such. More like a screeching pitch, yet deep, hollow of all emotion. The smell, mostly unbearable, helps nothing.

""Well I am here on the orders to make sure you are faring well enough my dear prince," it said.

What could make me cower in desperation? I have never felt like this before, yet again I have barely come into contact with any like me, except the male.

The wind shifted and led another scent to me. His scent.

Why would he be here, and talking to this thing. Wait, it called him prince.

He is a prince? Yet he said his home was the Cherry tree. He is the prince of Cherry trees? Cherry prince?

I must get some answers, my existence has too many questions and not enough answers.

Just as I was making way to stand and approach him, a hand grabbed me and I soon felt the protection of the cottage.

"Grandmother!!"

Kendai: piece (of something).

Himla:Warrior.