Shielded - The Marilla Chronicles

Chapter 11

"Absolutely not." Isaac said sternly as he sat in his office.

Yip, I thought that was how this conversation would go. I had tried to be as assertive as possible. I had tried to use the word please, but my Uncle's vein in his forehead looked like it was about to pop out of his head.

I sat across from him leaning heavily on my Uncle's mahogany table. Malaki casually leaned against a bookshelf facing Isaac. Isaac looked between me and the Dark Prince, his eyes flaring with more and more anger.

I looked over at Malaki, and noticed how he was running a finger down the spine of one of the book. He looked too at ease. His eyes moved towards me so I shot him a warning glare. He removed his finger and shrugged as he stood up straight.

At least act like you have an inch of respect running through you. I rolled my eyes and looked back to my Uncle.

"I see no reason why that thing," He pointed at Malaki with his dark brown eyes, "Cannot just use one of our swords."

I furiously tapped on the table. I agreed with my Uncle. Malaki was a fair enough fighter to use any weapon.

"The sword will help with killing the Dark One." Malaki said stated calmly.

"And will help with killing us." Isaac said looking at me disappointed. I felt myself sink further into my body from the amount of judgement I could feel seeping through his eyes.

"Isaac, I need it." Malaki spoke to my Uncle as if they were close friends who once fought together in battle. He walked over and leaned over the desk next to me. His Ink marked arms carrying the weight.

Isaac looked up at Malaki and I saw the pain that lingered in my Uncle's eyes. Pain and hate for what Malaki did to the Mer people.

Malaki released a heavy breath, maybe because he too saw the pain, or because he was just impatient.

"Malaki." Isaac shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "You understand, Marilla will be going with. So in doing so, you would be putting her at risk of being caught." Isaac said pressing his finger together.

His brown eyes went up to meet Malaki's silver ones. Something flickered in Malaki's eyes as his jaw tightened, whatever it was it made Isaac tense.

Malaki stood in silence for a moment, then looked at me. "Marilla, I will come back, I promise, you can let me go alone." He breathed out each word as if he were actually concerned about my safety.

But I was not an idiot.

"You are my reasonability now Malaki." I said getting up from my chair, facing him. "If you go, I go."

"There, princess is willing to go, despite the risk." Malaki said turning back to Isaac. "So just teleport us out of here."

Isaac's eyes narrowed at the Dark Prince. They were having a staring competition. It was long and drawn out as neither of them refused to blink.

It was the ridiculous.

"Marilla, you want to start acting like a queen now, fine," Isaac said looking up at me, "But I will not teleport a man I watched kill hundreds of your people."

It would make the trip longer; it would also mean we would need to fly. I knew Malaki could carry me; he had done it before when trying to kill me.

I looked over at the Dark Prince and searched his face, his jaw was clenched and he was shaking his head.

I looked back at my Uncle and breathed out as calmly as I could, "I won't ask you do that then, Isaac."

"But please, open up the shields for us to leave." I felt Malaki's eyes fall on me.