Dehorrah: Kato Rein: Demon Child Book 1

Bright White Hope

I found it. The very thing that these pompous elders are trying to hide. It's a door. I wonder where it goes. My heart is pounding. I reach for the door; my hand is shaking. Could it be a way out? Could it be where they keep the Screamers? I have to know. My fingertips just barely brush the handle. Shit. I lost control. I turned and ran back. Making my foot steps as quite as a mouse. I get about to the middle of the atrium when, wait. Who's that? I stop behind a low bush and turn to look. It's a girl. She's beautiful. A feline, white hair, not blonde, white. What kind of feline? Slim figure, long slender tail. Her hair is so long and fluffy. I bet it's soft and nice to cuddle with. Stop it. Focus. What kind of feline? She's about my age, eight. But she has a perfect muscle tone. Panther then. Weird that her fur is white. I want a peak at her eyes but their closed. She must be meditating. Just a little closer maybe? Snap. Shit, I wasn't careful enough and just snapped a twig underfoot. I look back at her. Her ears perk up. She opens one eye and then two and looks right at me. Her white eyebrows furrow in confusion. What? Is my hair messed up?
Oh no, an elder is coming this way. I focus on my molecular structure and phase myself into practically dust. I quickly teleport myself right in front of the girl sitting just like her. My hands in two fists held together for a Namga meditation. Appearing as close to her face as possible, I memorized every detail of her eyes. Silver as jewelry but far more beautiful, and the perfect shape, long white eyelashes. I can feel the wind glide off of them as she blinks with surprise. "Close your eyes, Dearie." I say gently. She does and I do the same. I feel the vibration in the ground again as the Elder gets closer. He says a few words into his fancy earpiece and then goes away. I open my eyes quickly and get closer to her to study her face. Adorable slightly chubby cheeks. Such a cute baby face. Her eyebrows are perfectly shaped and the perfect amount of thickness. Her lips look so soft like smoky rose petals. She opened those bright silver eyes again.
I feel like I've seen her briefly before. My mind quickly flashes back to the past. Just a few months ago. "Who's that?" I asked my friend, Gardient. He looked in the same direction that I was. A white-haired girl with long white wings walked past just a few yards away. She had a huge crate of about a hundred books that she was carrying in front of her like it was a feather. "That strong already at seven years old? Damn. She might be an extremely powerful general someday."
"She'll never be a general, Chaing. She'll be queen someday. She's The only daughter of Eon Delveeton and Evona Delveeton, the king and queen of our home world Dehorrah. She'll be pampered and taught how to live as lavishly as possible. That's how her mother lives. Her father prefers to get his hands a little dirty and actually work with the people. But he married into the royal family so he's used to it." We watched her carry the crate halfway across the yard from the library. She didn't look pampered to me. She looked like she was studying hard to be a good queen. Know your people and be one of them. No one helped her, they all just stared at her with hate in their eyes. Another seven-year-old from my class walked up to her from behind and ripped a handful of feathers out her wing. I began to step forward but she turned to face him, the crate swung with her and hit the boy with great force. It knocked him into a crowd of kids in line for popsicles. I smiled as she looked around and acted like she didn't even notice that she hit someone. She turned back and kept walking towards the elder's dorms.
She's the princess then. The one everyone picks on and torments. But she's so beautiful. I want to know everything about her.