Tale As Old As Time

Duty Calls #2

The wind glide past his face. He felt his whole body working; his leg muscles running warm and fresh air entered his lungs. Lucien's long dark hair flapping rapidly behind him whipped by the wind. His wings spread wide gliding him across the Kingdom. Cold air hits his body, but for a creature like Lucien, it does not affect him.
Lucien heads straight towards Ellecrest as soon as he read those last words. He waste no time and uses his whole energy to get his answers straight.
Alas, Ellecrest beams a few feet below him beneath the clouds. Home for all Nymph creatures. The Mother of Nature themselves. Lucien dives down in an instant, locating the exact location Aurora is at which is in the middle of Ellecrest, and landed himself on the ground. He was once again greeted by the biggest tree Celluria could offer.

The tree has glowing Pom flowers spiraling all over it from the bottom till the top. The are several more houses created with palm leaves on most of the tree branches. It's rest time for the Nymphs. The last time Lucien ever visited this place was 320 years ago. Lucien shakes his thoughts and opens the door attached to the tree.

He stepped in and flinches to see Aurora, already standing a few feet from the doorway as if she knew about his arrival. He observes her for a while. Her skin is brown, like the colour of an oak tree which indicates the age of Nymphs. Aurora is a 1200 thousand year old lady. Her hair is white but still looks alive and glistening. Her body slim and curvy. Her eye turns a slight darker than her light blue eyes the last time they met. She's wearing a green sewn dress which Lucien assumes she got from natural recources from the forest.
"Come in."

They both settle down into the middle of the area where books  are all lined up againts the wall on a hand-made stone shelf. Aurora comes floating down from the top with herbal tea in her hand and sits across Lucien.
"Your highness, I believe you've send me a warning. May I ask what exactly do you mean by once again? Has this ever occured in Cerullia?"

Aurora sits with both her legs tucked under, she places both her palm againts each other before talking.
"Your Majesty. I had the thought came to me while I was meditating with the others at The Grounds. It was hurtful. I felt like I was suffocating myself."
She places her palm on her chest and grips her gown, reliving the pain.
"And I wondered, why does this feeling feels familliar. Where everything just hurts for me to foretell. It could cause serious damage to my powers as I'm fighting fire with fire. It's almost like something is sealing the future away for me to foretell. I-I dont know who or what dared to do this."

Aurora starts to furrow her brows and her hand on her chest starts to shake. Lucien noticed and gently wraps both his palm around hers.
"Nothing's going to happened to you, while I'm the King. Nothing's going to happened to anyone, as long as I'm breathing."

Aurora who was tense awhile ago, relaxed after hearing his soothing voice. She knows that when Lucien said he's going to do it, he will.
"I remember exactly the time where this feeling started for the first time. That familliar awful, suicidal feeling."
Lucien got closer, Aurora search Lucien's eyes and say.

"Belial." She shudders as she said it. Lucien's grip loosens.
"Its that same feeling of when Belial separates the two coexisting worlds." Her voice sounded like a whisper. "The Night of the treason."

ZOOP.
The arrow hit straight into the middle. Lucien's mood has been off since this morning. The name Belial rings around his head multiple times, throughout the day, and even when he was resting. It sickens him, it terrifies him and it's driving him insane.

Ignoring his thoughts, Lucien hastily took out an arrow from his back and aims ahead. He pulled on the string forcefully--and the arrow shoots. Though now, the arrow doesn't hit anything, but the grass behind it. Lucien lowers the bow, and sighs. It's no good to do this with that thought in his head.

So he turns around to get more rest at the Palace--only to swiftly grab an arrow that was coming onto him. The head of it is a few milimeters away from the cornea of his left eye.

And there is Weller, with a bow on his hand. He lowers the bow and smiles goofily at Lucien.
"Why hello there your majesty. Didn't see you there!'
Lucien closes his eyes and took a deep breath in. His blood about to burst.
"Weller, the Palace is not a place for you to just barge in and have fun. You need to ask-"

"Oh shush!"  He pushes Lucien on the side mid sentence and picked up his arrow from his hand. Lucien stares at him with big eyes and scoffs.
"Do you not know who I am?" Lucien raises his voice.

Weller ignores and tries to get his aim right. "I may be your friend dear Weller but there are still rules that are needed to be follow. The King is supposed to be respected by each and every one of his people. I cannot tend to you and only you. So that you have to understand. Am I clear?"
Lucien stops as he realize that his friend is not even listening. He has shot several arrows and they all landed on the ground without hitting the target.
"I'm good at this~" Weller hypes himself up.

Lucien opens his mouth but closes it. He knows it's not worth it. So he laughs bitterly and glares at his friend who missed yet another target before going inside.

"Come back out when you're done sulking!" Weller shouts from the back. Lucien stops and shouts back "I don't sulk!" and he stomps inside the palace.

Yael prepared Lucien another Pom fruit tea that morning since she figured his Majesty needed it after witnessing his cold aroma around him. And luckily for Yael, he needed it badly.

Lucien finishes it in one gulp. Not long after, he starts blankly staring at the wall. Yael stands on the doorway accompanying him
.
"Will it be busy today? Do I have any letters?"

"None planned so far your majesty, but...."
Lucien narrow his eyes wearily- and let out a big sigh. Yael is holding not one, not two, but SIX pink letters. The royal bedroom is filled with rose scents.

Lucien waves it, and Yael took the signal and places them back into her robe.

After several moments of silence, "Where's Belial." Lucien asked. Yael flinches at the name. "Pardon?" she said thinking she misheard it.

"Belial." Lucien turns to look at Yael. "Where is he."

Only that she didn't misheard it. "Well-he's still at the Abaddon your majesty. He's locked up there with the rest of the spirits and creatures."
"Are you sure?" Lucien asked. And Yael nods.

The Abaddon is a place where Cerullia locked up 'misbehaved' creatures. The ones that likes to plan attacks, dangerous creatures who rather pave their path to a dark one. Including creatures that could ruin Cerullia once let out. But the place is mostly known to be a place where they kept one demon, the temptation himself, a grotesque bespectacled creature, a
creature whose visage could bring screaming madness to the stablest and sanest of men; a demon also known as Belial.

"May I ask what's the matter, your majesty?"

Lucien who has been looking at the sky which is now orange that is about to greet the evening, formed a little smile.
"No." He turns to look at Yael "I just thought that things are getting interesting."

His words came out unconvincing, and Lucien tried his best to cover it with a tight smile.

Yael shows a small smile, but deep inside, the name still leaves an utter displease on her. So then she thought of Belial and the things he did to the creatures in Cerullia-and to the humans she once ought to protect. A mission specifically made for angels. A mission, she fails to succeed.

"Your Majesty.. " Yael called.  "How do you think the humans are doing?"
Lucien looks to the ground; It's a sudden question and he doesn't quite know the answer. But he hopes the best for them.

"If I have to guess, they're doing just fine."