The Medoran Chronicles~ A Fanfiction

Part 2

**A/N; Just saying, I was planning for this story to alternate between Alex/Kaiden equally but I have ended up doing more in Alex's perspective because I just enjoy it!**

ALEX'S PERSPECTIVE:

  For the past three years, Alex had been in a constant state of mental exhaustion.

  At first, it had been pleasant enough to have to not fear for her and her loved ones' lives, that she could overlook the inevitable. But swiftly, her hunger for adventure had returned like a river turning a forgotten corner. It tumbled through Alex, filling her with a cycle of regret and bitterness. Her quiet, belittling, wonderful, pathetic, calm, dependent life.

When she summoned A'enara, it burned in her hand as if looking for battle-- for pain, adrenaline and fear. Her life was just so damn easy. Because she knew she couldn't live the rest of her life in this house. Even her parents expected her to settle into the life of a helpless, well-fashioned princess. The closest thing Alex could compare the feeling with was being a child, bursting with energy but burying it down because they had company over. Only, Alex's 'company' was over for one month...and another...and another...oh, and again...

  All the anger boiled up inside her as she opened the front door. It budded tight in her chest, and Alex couldn't help herself as she kicked out at the mailbox. She hurried toward it and adjusted it, but even as she did so, she couldn't keep a flicker of resentment away from her gasp. Whether at herself, her friends or Medora, she wasn't sure.

  Trying to stop her hands' relentless shaking, she pressed them against her leather jacket. She tried to focus her mind on something else. Where was Kaiden? He hadn't told her he had been planning to leave this morning... Not that I need to know. Alex assured herself, I'm fine without him. But she knew her claims were hollow, at least when she was feeling this untameable anger.

There weren't many places he could be, with them in the middle of this forest. Maybe Lake Ezera? But surely that blizzard this morning would have brought him home. Akarnae? she guessed. It wasn't likely-- Alex knew that the school bght back too many memories for him to visit often-- but she needed to get out of this place. She Bubbled away with previous thoughts racing in her mind.

  Alex was...She was happy, she tried to convince herself. 

And there it was again. Denial. 

  With a shudder, Alex pushed down her thoughts and let herself stare at Akarnae. Her body tingled as if something were crawling over it. Searching for a distraction from the feeling, she remembered her friends saying they would be meeting for an obscure Medoran holiday.

   As if timed, her TCD buzzed against her wrist. Her freinds' holographic images popped up out of the device's face. 'Hey, where are you guys?'

  D.C. was laughing next to Jordan. Delucia, as she now liked to be called, had quite happily fallen into the life of a lovely princess girlfriend. It angered Alex, but she couldn't show it; she and the red-head had always been different. 'Different' is one word for it, the incensed little voice in her head sneered.

  D.C. replied, 'At the stables. Do you want to come over?'

  'In a minute. Have any of you guys seen Kaiden?'

  'What, Kaid? No, I haven't seen him since he said he was gonna see if Karter needed any help getting next year's course ready,' said Declan, edging away from D.C., of whom was glaring stormily at Jordan because of some comment he had made. Jordan's face glowed with mirth until she swiped away is Com TCD and hurled it into the nearest horse, who chose that moment to stomp its hind legs and snort. Jordan stared at his crushed TCD. D.C. grinned maliciously before melting back into her pathetically dependent self and kissing him.

  'I'll buy you a new one.'

  Alex missed the old fire D.C. had, but it was ever-dying.

  'Alex?' D.C. giggled without taking her eyes-- or lips, mostly-- off Jordan. 'How about you come over to mine? Mum's planned a whole dinner...'

   Alex sighed, knowing by the ferocious lip-biting on both parts that she was no longer welcome. Their faces collapsed against her wrist. 

  Barely remembering Bubbling here, Alex stared around the Library's ancient yet ever-changing lobby. The wooden floors were gleaming. The oil paintings on the walls whisked themselves away only to show yet another dramatic scene. Sitting beside the images was the desk of the balding, squat Librarian. His familiar, scowling form in the chair had been replaced by a younger woman. Finally, the cantankerous old man had retired. About time.

  'Alexandra!' the Library laughed.

  Alex jumped. What if it had heard her thoughts--?

  'Your presence has been missed in Akarnae; you are still rather the celebrity. But--'

  Alex cut it off, expecting some other lecture on how she needed to let her spirit 'roam free'. 'Yeah, I've missed it here too. I should come down more often; I do miss it. But, you know, I've got to stay home...and...stuff.'

  Then something happened that Alex hadn't known a library could do, even this one; it sighed. The books leaned back and then forward again in their shelves, chairs rocked idly. 'Mm-hmm...' it agreed sarcastically, allowing Alex time to blush profusely. 'But I'm afraid we don't have the time to talk. I believe you were here, looking for him?'

  Alex faltered, then broke into an awkward default grin.

  'Kaiden-- Aven has him,' it replied simply-- as if he hadn't just dropped the bombshell of Alex's life on her.

  Her mind seemed to forget its use, blank and pointless. The Library paused; saw that what it had said hadn't settled in. An image flooded Alex's mind.

  A moment later, all previous thoughts forgotten, she bolted in the opposite direction.