A Love From A Different World

Chapter 52

Rhysand wasn't sure what to make out of the form the Bone Carver had appeared in. It was odd and complex and he wasn't sure what it meant. Or why he appeared to him as such. A child was looking up at him, smiling. A young boy, a beautiful young boy. With stark black hair, fair skin, and eyes that were undeniably a carbon copy of Celeana's stunning ones. Rhysand was trapped within the child's gaze and wondered when his torture would end.

Because this was torture. He was not a fool. It was without a doubt, what Celeana and his child would look like. It was tormenting and the Bone Carver seemed to know it too.

Before he could react the warden looked to Celeana. Rhys too turned his gaze to her and clenched his fist. Because Celeana's carefree attitude vanished when she laid eyes on the Bone Carver. Rhysand had been watching her closely and wondered who the prison warden appeared to make the girl look like that.

Her body froze and her eyes were wide open. The stench of fear surrounded her as she locked eyes on the creature.

His heart squeezed as Celeana struggled to breathe. And the Bone Carver seemed to know what he was doing to her, seemed to know how important the person he was imitating was to Celeana.

And then the warden said something that shot a dart of confusion through the High Lord. "It has been an age," the boy said, gobbling down the sight of me, "since something different entered this world."

He stepped forward.

The boy's smile was a mockery of innocence. "Are you frightened?"

Celeana seemed to regain some of her sanity enough to answer. "Yes,"

It was the most unsettling Rhys had ever seen the woman, and it was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

The boy stood but kept to the other side of the cell. "What is your name?"

Barely a whisper, Celeana answered, "A question for a question," as she had been instructed to.

The Bone Carver inclined his head to Rhysand. "You were always smarter than your forefathers." But those eyes alighted on me. "Tell me your name and I will answer your question."

"Celeana Sadorthien."

"Your real name."

"That was not a lie,"

"I want your real name,"

"Celeana Sadorthien is as much as my real name then this prison is your home,"

There was a passing look between the two and the Bone Carver nodded. "You have many names."

"Is that a question?"

The Bone Carver tilted its head and observed Celaena peculiarly. "What are your other names?"

"Lilian, Elentiya Diana..."

The boy narrowed his eyes. "What are you?"

"Something this world has never seen before," The words that came out of her mouth were cryptic and Rhysand did not know what to do with them.

"How did you get here?"

"You owe me some answers before you ask any more."

"You must excuse me; I've never seen the likes of you before." The boy looked at her curiously. "You may ask your questions.

Celeana seemed to understand but Rhysand was was lost. Just what was she hiding? Before Rhys could dwell on the Bone Carver's response and its meaning, Celeala asked; "Can a portal to another world be opened?"

Shock rippled through Rhysand as he processed her words. They had not spoken on what to ask the Bone Carver and Rhysand was still apprehensive about letting her in on plans and information. It had already been a risk to bring her as she would learn about crucial information. Like Jurian and Hybern, and the war. That's what he had expected her questions to be like. That did not seem to interest her.

Celeana was trying to open a portal and as that dawned on Rhysand, he felt petrified for the world.