Villain v.s. Hero Romance

Chapter 3

-Azalea-

I don't know how long we all sat outside the gate, waiting for that bastard son to return with the bangles, but I will definitely say that it was long, and not fun. I was actually surprised that everyone stayed, because I'm pretty sure they could've left.

The squad had gone back in the ship since it was too hot out here, and quite frankly, where Raena goes, they go. A few people stayed out, and explored what Caissidy had let them. Some were leaning against the foot of the ship, and idly typing on their portscreens.

My parents and I were under a tree, and talking about the layout of the days to come. The Soylvria's were in front of the gate, and once in a while, someone would fly away, and come minutes later, giving no evidence that they had even left. They would sometimes gather in a huddle and whisper, looking at us.

"I don't remember Andrew's son being like that," my father commented. I snapped back to their conversation and frowned. Was he different before?

"What do you mean, daddy?" I asked, looking at him. He looked at my mom, and sighed.

"You know that there was an incident right?" he asked. I nodded. When we'd heard the news, everyone went ballistic. Back then I didn't understand why everyone was so concerned about it, but I had sympathy for them.

"Andrew, Daisten's father was killed that day, trying to help people evacuate," my father said, his voice soft. My breath caught.

"That's awful," I murmured, turning around to look at Caissidy. What it must of have been like to

lose the one person you love in the world, and to lose your father? I could not fathom the thought of losing my father.

"That's not even half the reason. In general, the Daughtery's are very private and don't let very many visitors. And have you noticed that his eyes are different and that he has wings?" my father asked. I nodded.

"In Solyvria, there are two types of people. Wings or Eyes. People who have wings are considered Wings and people who have mismatched eyes are Eyes. Eye people have either one of two powers. Portal manipulation, or mind reading. Out of the two powers portal manipulation is the most powerful," my father explained, looking pained.

"But how is that a problem? Shouldn't they be excited about his ability to do more than the commons? Do you know what power he has, out of the two?" I asked, frowning.

"He has portal manipulation. You can tell the difference from their eyes. Blue and gray is portal manipulation and yellow and green is mind reading. Keep in mind, Azalea, that we are trespassing on their land. It's different here. All I know is that he get's mocked and called out for his difference and that he used to be the leader's son," my father said.

"That's so sad," I whispered. I could not even stand to even think about being mocked for being different, and unique.

"Maybe you can help him," my mother offered, smiling.

"How?" I asked, puzzled.

"There are rumors that his only friends are Winston, and Leon, the instructor. Why don't you be

his other friend?" my mother suggested.

"But we're only going to be here for two weeks, besides, he doesn't look like he needs another friend," I argued. Most of the time, I am all in for making new friends, but Daisten seems different, somehow.

"You'll find that the most hidden person can be the most broken person. Deep somewhere in Daisten's heart are the fragments of his soul, scattering, everytime someone mocks him, or when his father's name is said. He may seem like he's all fine, but believe me when I say, that he needs a friend," my mother said, her voice so solemn. Her hazel eyes, so much like mine, held such pain for Daisten, that I wondered just how much they knew about the Daughterys.

"Okay mom," I finally conceded, after some minute. Another friend can't hurt, right?

.......

I wasn't counting the minutes that went by, but I think we're getting somewhere near the 90s. It's been an hour and thirty minutes, and still there's no sign of Daisten or the bangles, not that it would just magically show up. I didn't get why we couldn't just go through the gate, like the Daughtery's did, or have them fly us above the gate and in the property line. I don't get what would happen to us, if we crossed the gate without the bangles. Would it burn us until we're nothing but ash?

My mom was sprawled out on the soft grass, looking up at the clouds. My father was pacing around the tree, muttering to himself. Another thing you should know about my father is that he's really bad at staying in one place for too long. In other words, he's impatient. I had found my sketchbook and charcoal in the ship, and was drawing the gate, with the Solyvrias in front. My mother sat up from her spot and watched my father, as he walked the short length of the tree again and again.

"Jasper, please sit down. You're getting me a headach," my mother sighed. My father stopped, and sat down beside my mother.

"Sorry, love," he murmured, brushing a lock of my mother's hair away. She leaned in his touch, but not for long. It seemed like Raena had just enough. My charcoal scrapped across my drawing, as the slam of the ship door startled me. My mother and father jumped up, as Raena marched up to the Daughterys. They looked anxious, and worried, but when they saw Raena, they jumped to attention, and formed a little boundary in front of the gate. I abandoned my sketch, and ran up to Raena with my parents running behind me.

"This is insane. It's clear that your little rascal couldn't find-whatever we apparently need to go through the gate. I am done, and well past asking for you to step aside, so we can get in," Raena hissed, her face controted with anger.

"Just give Daisten a little more time," Caissidy pleaded, trying to smile.

"Your bastard son can't even get some stupid bangles . . ." Raena's sentence got cut off, when Daisten suddenly appeared. He slowly made his way down, and dust danced around him, from the power of his wings. His wings contracted, and his anger on his face was palpable. On each arm were twelve bangles, each glimmering in the sun, casting off beautiful rays. Raena set her mouth in a firm line, and back off a little. I hadn't even noticed that everyone had gathered.

"I'm a bastard son?" Daisten inquired, an almost smirk on his face. His mismatched eyes sent daggers to Raena. He ignored the fact that he just asked a question, and continued talking.

"If I'm a bastard son, would I have brought you the bangles? I don't think so," he paused, and looked around like he was looking for the answers. Raena opened her mouth to speak, but Daisten wasn't done. In a single stride, he was in front of Raena. He glared down at her, and leaned forward to get to her eye view.

"I want to make thist clear, bastard. You are entering my home, my planet, I strongly advise you to watch who you're talking to. After all," he stepped back and grinned. "I am the leader's son. A bastard,"

He took a quick sweep of everyone, and threw the bangles. Surprisingly it was easy to catch. Even the worst catcher, like me, could catch them. I hadn't even noticed that each bangle was different or that the Daughterys didn't have them. The bangles were simple enough. Mine had gold etchings on a thick silver band. They were plain, and didn't have a lot of meaning. I clipped mine together on my wrist, and a tingling sensation came over me. It was as if I was a Daughtery all along. It felt like Solyvria was my home, and that I belonged here.

"Just hold out your arm," Marcel instructed. I looked at my family, and they shrugged. Following my parents, I held out my arm, and waited. A thin line of gold light shot from my bangle, and hit the gate. As everyone else's bangles hit the gate, the gate glowed, and gradually opened. I don't really know how it opened, but it did.

"Welcome, to Solyvria," Sawyer announced, gesturing to the gate that was now fully opened. 

There is more, but I thought I'd give you guys what I have done so far. Hope you enjoy, and sorry about the slow updates.