Lady Midnight

Chapter 2

The Curse of the Runekeepers

King
I lay sat crosslegged in the center of the cell. My arms raised above my head. My hands chained to the cieling. My chest was bare, and my feet exposed to the cold stone that a sat on. It was dark, my arms lacked bloodflow, so they were aching. I heard the soft steps of the Brothers.
'Kingston Runekeeper, you have violated the code that permits you to be under the protection of Raziel.'
A brothers voice shot at me, I heard his raspy voice in my head. The brothers gathered around me holding a torch in their left hand. One brother steped forward and touched the nape of my neck.
I screamed, as agonizing pain shot through my bones and muscels. My nerves felt like they had been electrified. And my concious was taken to a new place.

A large field, a thousand acers sourrounded by woods held a large house. My throat felt raw from screaming, and I swallowed my throat scratchy. The brother held me by a long chain. He lead me to the house. I heard crys from babies coming from inside. My mother was asleep in bed. My father sitting besides the cradle. Quieting us. My brother and I. My twin, my savior; the real Runekeeper heir. I was a decoy. My father picked up my younger brother who was awake. But quiet. I was crying softly alone without my brother there. My father rocked me quietly, lolling my babyself to sleep. My brother was blond like my mother fair hair peeking out of his skin. "You are strong Seth, you sleep well because you know you are loved." Seth was lolled to sleep next to the crying baby me. My father picked me up next. "You know something dont you, King? You know he is missing. You can't sleep because you know somethings wrong" My father took me.. leaving my brother behind and carried me downstairs my green brown eyes where open and starring at the world around me. My father took us to the basment. Where a small covered form lay. I didnt want to see. But my father uncovered the form. A pale white baby lay on the table. Wrapped in white. Baby me, gurgled. My father frowned as I squirmed. "No King your older brother is dead." He said and he let me on the table. I crawled and sat sucking a thumb as I touched the baby. Thats when I saw it, my coller of my shirt dipped down revealing my baby skin nape. The angelic rune with the six pointed star. The Runekeepers curse of a dark child. The brother hissed as my life spead up. My younger brother was transported to my uncle. I watched him leave. He waved at me before dissapearing back in the car. I didn't wave back. My mother was dead. "You dont wave, beacuase you know you are the bait." My father told me as he clamped a hand on my small shoulders.
My sister was only three she didnt remember my twin.
I was ripped from the valley... and I opened my eyes yelling and thrashing, shaking. 'He isnt the one.' A brother barked angrily in my mind. 'Let us go, he needs rest! Before the next step' Another brother ordered and they left me. Cutting down the chains that held up my arms. I collapsed on the ground shaking with sobs.
I dont know how long I layed there shaking and crying but when I could not cry anymore. I wipped my eyes with my bare arm. And layed my cheek on the cold ground. My eyes open and adjusted to the darkness, I saw a figure lying across from me. He had the same hair color I did. It was like looking in the mirror. But seeing moms green eyes instead of my mix of brown and green. He wore a white shirt, sleeved folded to just above his elbow.
He stared at me and I stared at him. He reached up to touch my face. But his hand passed through me and he frowned opening his mouth to say something but the brothers came back in. He stood up glaring at the brothers as they chained my arms back up. A brother drew a rune on his scared hand. The other version of me knealed infront of me. And touched my shoulders as the brother touched my neck. Where my own birth mark was. 'Where is your blond brother, Seth Runekeeper?' The Brother asked his voice corrsing through my veins. I wanted to tell him. I needed to tell him. Pain corsed through my lungs, I curled my toes and gasped, arching my back, giving a hoarse cry. The other me shook violently, but he gritted his teeth. "Protect our brother, thats what we do!!" He said, though the brother neither saw or heard him. He gave me strength, he was my dead older brother. He was meant to help me. The angel was on our side. I gritted my teeth as he sank into the air leaving me alone. 'Its not working.' A brother rasped. 'How?' Another questioned, blood dribbled out of my nose and eyes, my mouth filled with the iorn red liquid and it dribbled out of my lips. The lead silent brother removed his hand from me, and they left. Cutting my arms down on their way. I sank to the floor exhausted.