Dehorrah: Kato Rein: Demon Child Book 1

Her and Only Her

It's been at least two days since Eowyn and I met in the woods. I can't stop thinking about her. Those silver eyes kept appearing in my dreams last night. Her long fluffy hair brushed my face when the wind blew all day and night. But I can't find her. She didn't come back to the woods for two days. I searched and searched. When she told me her name the sound of her light angelic vocal cords sang through my ears. Ok, yes, I'm dramatizing it a bit. But she truly is beautiful. I grabbed a salad without looking to see what kind. I don't care. The only thing I care about right now is seeing her again. Eowyn. In English it's Hope. And her face, it gave me hope. Hope that maybe I can be what I want to be and not let my skill and parent's career decide for me.
There! There she is! I have to go talk to her. But what am I going to say? Without thinking I was suddenly in front of her like I was two days ago. Our noses just barely not touching. I just started talking and smiling. Gods, do I sound nervous? I hope not. She doesn't seem to react to much. I hope I'm not weirding her out by talking and smiling so much. "So, it's been two days since we first met. All I got out of you then was your name. And although the sound of your voice ringing out your gorgeous name was like a symphony. I still know nothing about you." Gods I sound so stupid. I'm just going to sit down next to her and pretend like I have complete confidence in what I'm doing. Our shoulders are so close that I'm practically on top of her. Nope! Not going to think that way! I'm only eight, I'm only eight. Normal eight-year old's do not think that way. Calm down.
Oh, great. Here comes D and his stupid fucking crew. Just ignore them and they'll go away. D stops and begins tormenting Eowyn by talking to me sarcastically. "You don't need to cater to the princess Chaing. I think she should learn how to feed herself. Oh wait. She never learned how to speak." He gets right in her face and swipes her salad off the table as she takes a bite. My instincts kick in. The instincts that my family has. The instincts of a bodyguard. My powers of teleportation take over and I grab D by the throat as hard as I can and slam him against the nearest wall. So full of rage, all I can think is no one messes with my Eowyn.
I smile as dear little Darnine pees his pants. I grip harder and say, "Let's get one thing straight. If I ever see you even look at her the wrong way again, I will cut out your canine heart, let you heal, and cut it out again and then make you eat it. And her name is Eowyn. Not princess, not your highness, not your majesty, it's Eowyn. Got it?" He nods and whimpers in my grasp. "Now apologize to Eowyn. And use her real name." I let go and drop him to the ground. He utters an apology, cleans up her salad and runs with his tail between his legs. What an Asshole. I open my salad and look at it. Apple. I hate apple. But that's what she had. Perfect! Yes, I will look so cool if I offer her my salad. "Here, you barely had a bite of yours." That was so awesome. Maybe now she'll hang out with me.
I knock on this huge blue door around midnight. Eowyn didn't say a word to me all day. I hope she isn't angry with me for standing up to that bully for her. All she did after was bow her head in gratitude at my offering and then eat quietly while I rambled on about what element I want to have. Gods I must have looked like such a sexist ass. The door opens and a guy with grey wolf features walks out to great me. He has reading glasses on and from a peak in his room it looks like the whole library is flying and floating in there. "Can I help you boy?" Boy is he intimidating. He's so tall. At least six feet if not more. That's means he was this height when he turned fifteen too. Gods please don't let him kill me.
"Um... are you Princess Eowynala De Roshe Enle Delveeton's teacher?" He looks over his glasses down at me with one bushy eyebrow raised. This was a bad idea. Maybe I should run back to my room while I have a chance before he throws me in the dungeon with the screamers.
"Hmm. Well I do teach her but I am also her guardian while she is here and her personal tutor and trainer. Why? Did you do something to her that made her snap? She's still upset that her parents didn't send anything again this year so you'll have to overlook her." This year?
"You mean today was her birthday?" I could have found a better gift than a salad. I am such an idiot.
"No, it was two days ago. Every year in my class she cries. I think it's because she feels lonely. All the other pre-formers get gifts or cards or even letters from their parents telling them how much they miss them and that they can't wait for them to come home. But her mother isn't exactly the mothering type."
"Oh. She's lonely? She gets picked on a lot. Doesn't she have any friends?" I feel so sad. Nothing? Even my parents send me letters or an occasional gift every now and then. I usually throw them in my closet because it's always Bodyguard gear or weapons or even outfits with the family name on them. Now I feel like giving her one of my gifts and playing it off as from her parents just to make her happy. That won't work if she sees my name on it though.
"She tends to keep to herself. Since she is the princess other pre-formers don't exactly see her as an equal. They feel like she's so high up on a pedestal that she needs to be brought down. But I've never told her who her parents are or their names. She of course knows about the royal family. She's already read through the entire royal history, what, about six years ago?" He rubs his chin thinking about the past. Six years ago? She started reading before she turned two? What they hell are they giving her in her salads to make her so smart and strong? She doesn't even know that she's a princess. That's why she ignores everyone who belittles her. She must hate being called a princess.
I must have an odd look on my face because Mon is looking at me now instead of thinking. "Well thank you for your time sir. I should get going." He just shrugs his shoulders and then shuts the door. I go back to my room and think about what I can do to make her happy. I'd love to see what her smile looks like. Or even hear her laugh. She's too young to have so much built up already. No matter what I will stay by her side. I want to make her happy. That is my new passion. I won't stop until I make her happy.
I stop by her tutor's office every day after classes, after sleep, after everything. She always seems so shocked to see me. She's so cute when she opens that door. Her lips part, her eyes light up just a bit, her little fangs show just below her lip. So cute.
Ok, it's been a week since that incident with Dick face. Sorry, Darnine. She hasn't said a word to me since she told me her full name. I want to hear her voice again. She doesn't pay much attention to me. Maybe she doesn't like me. No, I refuse to believe that. She just has a lot on her plate. I should just talk to her. Maybe she'll respond to something if I just talk.
"Have you ever thought about what element you might have?" She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. Then looks back to the path. "Ok, hang on. Let me carry your books and bag for you. It looks heavy and you have like ten books the size of, well, really big books." She looks at me with one eyebrow raised as if to say 'really? You think you can carry my stuff?' So, I put my arms out and motion for her to hand them over. She does with a shrug, but keeps her bag. Holy shit! I should have offered to carry just a few, not the whole damned stack. It's ok. Focus your energy on your legs and feet and you'll feel lighter. My energy calms down and gathers to my lower half. The weight gets easier to carry. "So, ugh, I was thinking, (grunt) I want to be a flame. Ooff. I could cook my food without any problems. (whew) Or keep warm in the cold seasons. YASHTADEH!" I drop the books on my foot and fall to the ground with them, cursing in ancient Dehorran as I go down. I grab my foot in pain and watch a nice dark and large corner shaped bruise grow on my foot and then fade as I heal. I look up at Eowyn. She has her hands over her mouth and her eyes look worried. She was looking at me.
I rub the back of my head in embarrassment and say, "I'm alright." And then I grin as big as I can. She offers me a hand and I see it. A faint curve of her lips into a smile. She thought I was funny. (sigh) I grab her hand and let her pull me up, I lean my weight back so I can feel her strength with my own body. She thrusts me up like I'm a feather. There's no strain in her face or tension in her muscles as she pulls me up. So why doesn't she defend herself against bullies? It doesn't matter. What does is that I made her smile. "Sorry about the books." She shook her head and snapped her fingers. The books floated in the air and rushed back into a stack. She grabbed the stack and kept walking.
That was amazing. We keep walking. I talk, she listens. I make jokes, and she shows no expression. Yet, my heart gets fuller the more I am with her. I think I love her.