The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ADORA'S POV

Leaving me shortly after arriving, Garreth went the way he came. Left alone with the man I might just be spending the rest of my life with, I had not felt uneased in the slightest. Yet, my lack of uneased did not mean I felt completely unbothered. For, I was curious of this stranger, had been since the day we met. I had questions, many questions, that so desperately needed an answer. Those questions however, will have to wait, has the language barrier we both face will not allow for any form of communication. 

Taking a few steps further into the garden, he watched me, and I too watched him. Allowing the all consuming silence to speak for us, along with the untold tales, lurking behind our eyes. His, holding a certain questioning curiosity as he analyzed no doubt, my every move. Time seemed to have continued on its course, neither of us mindful of it's significance or influence.

Seconds later, in an unexpected turn, he took a few steps towards me. Only arm's length apart now he raised his hand, extending to me his open palm. Without reluctance or thought I took  his offered hand, just knowing we both needed answers. We walked the path of the garden, moving further away from where we had started. The deeper into the garden we went, the more it's beauty was highlighted and the sheer vastness of the space it occupied.

Each plant was expertly trimmed, with what one could call immaculate precision. The stoned path ways were clear of everything, other than soil. The buzzing of the insects could be heard just over the subtly movement of water.

Coming upon a large sitting area, placed thoughtfully under a gazebo. I was met with the water source, I had heard earlier. Running just next to the gazebo, further right, laid a small stream. 

Definitely it was man-made, an addition, to enhance the beauty of the garden. For the water flow seemed far too unnatural and out of place in the garden to have been. Perfectly placed yes, yet, it was felt out of place.

With the gazebo proven to our destination, he had led me to one of the wooden benches, perched around an equally well crafted wooden table. Having taking a seat he followed suit shortly after. Time goes by and I was sure this would be how our afternoon was spent. Yet, he surprised be with his vocals. The sultriness of his voice could possible calm wrath itself, has the edge and roughness that was there in our previous encounters, were no longer present.

And for a second it had me almost overlooking the fact that he had spoken english. A rather broken form of the language, but the language itself nonetheless. It hidden under a thick accent with bits of it being incorrect.

He had caught me off-guard, with the startling revelation, leaving me to just stare at him. Wondering if my mind had conjured the entire ordeal, only to have him speak again. 

"Apologizes, I....speech uncomely." His words were far from a potent sentence, but I understood what it was he was trying to convey. Taking a moment to gather myself from the flustered stupor I was trapped in, I responded. 

"You can speak english." A statement more so than anything else.

"English." He said looking a tad bit uncertain, repeating the word for a second time as if to try it out. Then seemingly satisfied with something he continued.

"......now uncomely." His words were like those from an old english movie, slightly broken and a bit hard to comprehend. Yet, I did. Nodding my head, I thought to ask the one question he may be able to answer.

" What is your name? Can you tell me?" Raising one of his brow just a bit, I was  oblige to think he felt a bit offended with the look he had passed me. 

"Thiuderieks." The baritone used was resonant, with a timbre just as filling and powerful. His name was not what I had expected in all honesty, his features had me guessing it to be one of the many names from my mother's stories, or one relating to our people. And yet, his name had a more profound tell tale of being of some english origin, maybe, just as his speech. 

Nodding once again which seem to be all that I'm capable of, I repeated the name in my head just the way he said it. Then, as if he could tell what I was doing, he did the same out loud. 

"Adora." The way it was pronounce through that thick accent was wrong, but yet right all at the same time.

Feeling shy under his all knowing gaze, I averted my eyes before responding. Being that I was tongue-tied and shy, I said the one thing I could or wanted to.

"It was the name given to me by my father, his unexpected gift he would tell me. I was his gift the moon gave, he had always said." Thinking back to the very first time I had question the origin of my name, I smiled.

Mama had told me it was my dad whom had given it. So, that evening though late, I sat up with Ronan and Zenith waiting for him to return. Wanting so badly to know his motivation behind my name. And though I had to wait for hours, I was disappointed when he got home that morning. The thought of it all had me smiling, thinking back to the calmer much more relaxed days.

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Third Person POV

Ending the call the woman watched through the opened balcony doors, as her sovereign and his chosen conversed. Things were going well thus far, and if she had a say, they would continue that way. The man, Benjamin, had remained with her in the room, even after the others had left. It was clear they all had a lot on their minds, and who could blame them. So much had happen over the course of eleven days. Still they knew more would be left to unravel.

From his place, by the untouched bookshelf, the man spoke up.

"Have the necessary arranges been made?"

"Yes, we leave in the morning, before sunset." Giving his response the man made his way to where she stood by the balcony doors. With his hands in his pockets, his stature straight and eyes set on the man he owed his life. He spoke up once again.

"And the loose ends, what of them? It would be troublesome to have his focus thwart by those babes." Sighing the women glanced briefly at her counterpart, before rebutting.

"The threat that the Qui De Silva Tribe pose is none existent. They will be dealt with dutifully by Silva. In fact he will be greeting us upon arrival." Nodding his answer the man's worries were laid to rest.

For him his sovereign deserve this happiness that has been bestowed upon him, they all thought that way. It was he, whom had helped them, given them life and purpose after they were shunned by society. And though he had never made them to feel in debt, they felt it only natural to stand by the man's side. Throughout this they had seen also that he had his own demons to fight and suffering to heal from. Therefore, they all solemnly promise to protect the happiness he had been granted, even if it meant given up their own lives.

Turning his back on the woman he made his way to the door, stopping only when he heard he speak.

"And what of the Studi family?"

"Their deceit was well placed, and besides, that decision is not ours to make." With that the man made his way out of the room.

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They were a family, bounded by blood with bonds forged through hardships. And it was this vey saying that had them on their way back to what one would call their demise. Given the option to stay on the run and live out their days has they so wish, they had collectively turned down the offer. Afterall, how can a group of people whom had only ever known dependency, live apart.

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