Chapter Eleven- The Grand Room

Over the horizon, the saturated skyline shoots a rainbow, the fuzzy whites sparsely populating but large, the morning sun smiles on the face of the earth generously, and the wind carries out with this peaceful mood.

Though even the sun knocks on the huge white building, it is denied access by thick heavy black curtains to the grand room, where on the floor, he was left, curled up and wide awake. Left alone in this strange room, in this strange place, all because they think he's some prince, though he was and he didn't know.

Allen was in a state he could not identify or familiarize, he tries to piece the few clues he's had but could not come up with a theory. He knew his wings are what define him as the prince, but prince of what, what are his parents a part of, what was him.

Allen begins to questions ' What am I? … how am I even possible?.... is any of this real?....' the questions keep flooding his mind, one by one they itch his brain hoping it would provide an answer. He sits up, stretching his body that feels completely fine, no pain, shocking! He pulls the larger than him wings to his side as much as he could, he examines them carefully, they still were blood stained as Allen was not able to bathe for so long.

Piercing dark brown eyes stare at the prince through the glass orb, watching his every move from the moment he was brought here. The old man still couldn't believe he finally has the prince in his hands to play with, his own little chest piece, he leans back in his dark velvet throne like chair that was almost invisible in the dark room.

He purses his lips together and looks up at his five sons, the boys all felt overwhelmed seeing their dad smile for the first time. The old man opens his mouth and in a shaky yet assertive voice, he says, " He looks dirty, send two maids to clean him up... then bring him to me".

" Yes sir" the five boys replied in unison, all of them acting as though they were robots under control.

The five boys leave their father alone, walking down the plain hallway, the sunlight bouncing off the white walls, their body moving in unison. One look at them and you would think they were robots.

You can't blame them, their dad was strict, but loose when it came to their sisters. They were eight of them, five boys and three girls. Samuel being the oldest, then came Edward, then the twins Hera and Hebe , then the fourth child Joseph and Athena who was birth two days after, Phillip was the Fifth then lastly came, Jacob.

All of the daughters were named after Greek goddesses, and the boys were named plainly. Their father could never learn to love his sons, but he adores his daughters and treats them like queens, everyone fails to realize why considering they were all from different women.

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The dust rising as Axel and Tom tries to sniff for Allen's scent, the woods were peacefully quiet and boys were getting frustrated.

Allen's house still beats their nose with his strong scent, but stepping out and searching around the area was wasteful, the scent was still there but it was faint and spread like the air around them. Still they would not give up, though they were stupid not to do this first it still proves to be unhelpful.

Mark's voice rings in their mind link, " Boys, have you found anything?" he asks.

" No dad" Axel replies, both of the boys look at each other, the look of sadness reminiscing on their wolves face.

" Well come home, we may have found a way" Mark say's.

" Ok" Tom says , excitement and hope flushes through his mind. He looks at his brother and see the same hopefulness in his eyes.

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" Catch" Mark says as he tosses the glass mask to Tom.

Tom holds the item in his hands as he thought ' finally '. He and his brother examines the mask that had been in their thoughts since they saw it yesterday, Mark lets them examine the mask for a moment before he continues.

" I have to tell you something important to tell you, but it may not be nice to hear" Mark waits a moment as he makes sure he has their attention.

" Centuries ago, the fairies were massive in numbers, bigger than any supernatural beings in the earth. They all lived in packs like us but they instead of having and Alpha or a single leader, they had what was called a council" Mark pauses and looks to see if his sons were following him.

" These doll mask were their sign of authority, and it was not given through blood line but was chosen by magic when one of the wearer died.... Now the Moon Goddess had a child, a boy, with a human man. We called him the prince but during the age of sixteen the child grew large feathery wings. He was gifted with powers and held beauty beyond desires, word about him spread, and every supernatural courts wanted to have her. "

" This caused the war that has brew from century to century, Every time the fairies risk almost everything to have the moon goddess's child. Though the war dies when she dies, but her spirit finds another worthy to be her new life.

In the last war, the supernatural courts came together to sign the peace treaty, this way the prince belong to every being in earth. But the fairies wanted him to themselves, they called the final war with the courts, but lost in many ways.

They lost the battle, their people, their packs, their council's, their pride... Since then, whatever is left of the fairies were dispersed and used by other supernatural courts, remember they lost their council they lost their leadership ". Mark finishes his history lesson with his sons, looking straight at them, wanting to make sure they understood.

" What does this mean?" Tom asks.

" Well son that mask is an indication that maybe, just maybe, the council is alive, and the fact that they may have your mate could be danger" Mark states.

" How so?" Axel asks.

" Well it's been a century since the prince died, and now, signs that the council is still alive, they must believe that Allen may be the prince".

With their fathers last statement, the two boys were shocked and still in disbelief. Their mate a prince, in the hands of selfish fairies, what does this mean, how will they get him back, do you they have to go to war.

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