Behind the Trigger

~Chapter Two: New Beginings~

~Morta's POV~

"First, answer my question and I'll tell you what you want to know," Ash confronted.

We walked out of the cell and I followed him through the twists and turns of the castle basement.

"Which one?" I asked.

There had been a few and I didn't know which one to answer.

"What happened to you? What did Helios do?" Ash spat out Helios's name like poison, but the rest of his words were laced with worry.

"Well, I thought I was getting along great with everyone, but then, they all started to drift away. Whenever I walked down the street or waved, all the people would do is scowl in my direction. Now, I just assume they were scared of me or I did something wrong to offend them. I am the only one with Dark Magick in the community, so I guess it makes a little sense, but they all used to be so kind to me. They never judged me or anything. I just don't know," by the end of my sappy speech, my body wracked with sobs and tears traced their lines down my face.

"I'm so so sorry. I didn't think they would do that to you," Ash hugged me and held me close as I tried to pull myself together.

Although, I could swear I could hear him under his breath say something that sounded like a death threat.

"I don't have anywhere to go, I don't have a family, all of my friends betrayed me. What do I do?" I had calmed myself to the point where I could speak, but I was still crying quite a lot.

"You know, I could use a companion. Ruling gets really lonely. How would you like to stay with me? We could definitely figure something out," Ash suggests as we exit the basement.

"You would do that?" I asked bewildered.

"Of course, I would! You could join me, seeing as you can't go back to Alfhiem anymore. Honestly, I don't think I could last another day under all the pressure of ruling. So many things to do!" Ash complained.

"Then I would love to. I don't think I could go back to Alfhiem even if I tried. They've betrayed my trust, and they're never getting it back," my voice became darker as I continued to talk about my former home.

"Perfect, I'm so happy your back," Ash got a bit sappy for a second as we reached the throne room.

I looked around and saw that the throne room was all black, like the rest of the palace. There was a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling that seemed to glow with moonlight and cast an eerie light around the room. Everything was illuminated in silver. There were two thrones at the front of the room, one slightly larger than the other. They were intricately carved from polished obsidian that twinkled in the light of the chandelier. Each one had a cushion, one black, and the other crimson, almost an exact replica of my hair color.

"Wow, this is marvelous!" I exclaimed.

"Thank you," he curtly replied.

"Who's thrones are those? I mean, one is obviously yours, but who is the other one for?" I questioned.

"As for our situation and you being stuck here with me, I was wondering if you would like a more exclusive position. If I would want anyone to be my Queen, I would want you," Ash explained.

"It would be my honor," I said with a smile.

Ash held his hand out formally and I took it. If not given my present mood, I would have laughed at his ridiculous behavior. We walked elegantly up to the thrones and let go of each other's hands. We both pivoted on the balls of our feet at the same time, sitting down and crossing our legs in sync. The throne- no, my throne, felt right.