Love Torment

51

Siege

I would've never imagined what I'd see when the time-travelers told me to step aside with them for a moment.

Cindy put it into simple words.

"We're about to show you the future."

No context.

To pretense.

No warning.

I didn't have time to wrap my head around the idea of them being two time-traveling fictional characters. I couldn't begin to imagine what I would see next.

She looked beautiful. She was dancing melodically as she usually did. Lost in the music. A smile etched on her face. She had on wireless headphones. Her hair was tied back in a puff, bigger than I'd ever seen it.

I couldn't see her face clearly but I knew it was her. She looked grown. She was in a simple oversized white t-shirt with socks on. She hadn't changed a bit. She didn't look eighteen anymore. She was in a different league at that point. I had a hope I had grown with her.

The marble floors were polished to perfection. It helped her glide over the floors with ease.

We were in a big room. The ceilings were high and the space was vast. I couldn't see much of anything but her. The lights were off in the room. I was leaning against the walls. I kept still. I had no nerve to check if Cindy and Prince were still there. It didn't seem like it.

I almost wanted to step forward and talk to her but the loud voices that came next stopped me.

"Who dares enter the Great Hall at this hour!?" It was a loud challenging voice, followed with every bit of authority. The doors of the room behind Veéta, burst open and three men march towards her.

Veéta seemed unbothered by the happening and continued dancing without the slightest care. I wondered if she heard the man. Was Veéta somewhere she wasn't supposed to be? All for a dance? My girl did love to dance. I smiled at the thought but my worry remained. I knew I couldn't get involved.

"Show yourself!" The man continued to command. Veéta didn't stop what she was doing. She hadn't noticed them.

She danced for a few more moments before her dancing led her to face the men. She stopped dead in her movements and gazed at them. I moved as carefully as I could to get a better view of her expression. I couldn't see much. She seemed to be sporting a calm smile.

"It is I, Veéta!" She spoke out. She said it in mock seriousness. She chuckled cutely after that as if the interaction seemed ridiculous to her. I had an idea what was going on in her head.

Or maybe I thought I did.

Did I?

The next part was...

I expected the guards to make her state her business.

They didn't.

They dropped to the floor, onto their knees, and lowered their heads in the blink of an eye.

"Come on, Bob. Why we gotta do this every night, 'ey?" Veéta questioned the man who spoke before. He was the one in the middle. The middle-aged man with a receeding hairline. I wondered how old he was if he had aged that far.

What?

He wasn't human.

He was an Ancient Supernatural.

He was...

On his knees. An Ancient...

With age came respect. The Ancients barely left their homes for anything. They were the elders. The advisors. People who held the utmost respect and he was bowing to a Young Supernatural?