The Necromancers

Chapter seven

I couldn't stop thinking about this place being my home. I had no more home and for Drystan to suggest something like that was preposterous to me. I was angry with him and disappointed in myself for thinking about him since so very long.

It had been two days since then and I had done a lot but no matter what I didn't cry. I had to be strong for a little longer and the rest I would figure out. On the call with aunt Morana I told her about what Drystan told me. She seemed busy so I let her leave. There was just so much on my plate that I couldn't focus well anywhere. it was a bad feeling of not being able to accomplish the simplest of tasks.

"Hey look at those butterflies there." Nyx pointed to the group of butterflies lounging comfortably near the garden, over the bunch of Borens, it was a strange species of brown flowers with a mix of all spices and smelled just like something oddly sweet and sour. "You know the history of those?"

I nodded my head positively. "Ma had once told me about them, she was never fond of these butterflies. In fact she hated them. But they always fascinated me. Their strange texture, like they would bite me but when they get close, all they want is to not be misunderstood by people and to be loved."

"Exactly. And you probably know that they were originally made to fight with the ancient monsters from hell. They fought a fierce battle but the witches got scared of them seeing their ferocity. Our god, the sacred Beathan, blessed these butterflies that no matter what, they would always thrive and live a happy life and eventually will be accepted in the society for their exceptional performance at the war."

I just nodded my head and glanced one more time at the butterflies. It had always saddened me how their heroic actions were brushed aside just because they looked monstrous. Just how because of someone's good looks people can be easily deceived. It was a sad reality that we were living in.

The Preals deserved so much better.

Roaming around the gardens with Nyx was my new favorite thing. She was fun and always took the edge off of me in certain situations. The friendship that I have developed with her is good. Great actually. Because I spend all of my day with her and at night I have my own stuff to deal with.

The night when I found out that Drystan was telling me the truth, sleep was far gone. Sometime after midnight I found myself trying to find the exits of the palace. When I was finally outside breathing in the cool fresh air of the night, I felt much at ease. This was better than tossing and turning on my bed for the past three hours.

I then sprinted towards the direction where I knew my home is. I could use my magic but at this point I just want to feel the cool air on my skin. I just want to feel alive. And when I finally reached the place I've called home for so long, I just couldn't believe that my life was over. It looked as if it was a decade ago when my life fell apart.

When I finally gathered enough courage to go inside and see for myself what all had happened that day in my absence, I found the house was in place. Intact. Just how I left it that day before carrying my luggage to the hotel. The bloodstains were all removed. I remember scrubbing the floor with tears blurring my vision and yet I couldn't bring myself to feel anything as I tried looking for evidences. Nothing that could prove that Drystan killed my ma, nor any proof that he didn't kill my ma.

The only reason I held him accountable for being the murderer of my ma was because of the letter that ma had left me. She had clearly stated that there were only a few things that she could write in the letter and one of it was that the prince was coming to kill her. And I believed her. Because she is my ma and there is no reason for me to question my ma. She has always been right and this one time I believed her again without question and it backfired.

Moving to the letter box, I hoped to find another letter from the Shallows. Indeed there were letters, a few addressed to me and two addressed to ma. But before I could sit and read the letters, one of the guards from the palace found me and escorted me back to the palace and into my room. They didn't know about the danger I was in.

Hell, even I wasn't too serious about the danger I was in until I spotted a shadow following my path back to the palace. This was the same band of creatures that followed me that day at the temple. I thought they would have forgotten about me. I had forgotten about them. I hadn't even tried to find out who these creatures were. And a part of me felt extremely guilty because I as putting the whole kingdom at stake just to find out the mystery behind ma's death. It was just getting complicated each passing day.

I hadn't read the letters yet. Not the ones dedicated to me nor the ones dedicated to ma. The last two days have been nothing short of busy and along with that there was a huge ball organized by the kingdom which was supposed to be the coming month and the palace has been buzzing with life with all of the preparations of the day.

Regardless of the extreme happiness around me, I cant help but let the dread seep in. I'm scared to know what will happen next and the ball is scary. There will be too many people and anyone could be one of those who want me for whatever reason. Eventually someone will have to know about my situation and I know that person is going to be Nyx. She will help me. I just know she will.