Caesar

CHAPTER TWO • BACK AGAIN

Her eyes follow the moving trees. They are long, slender and enormous lemon green bamboo trees. The blue white sky and the naked yellow sun moves along with the lemon green trees. Her curved cream clothed seat is scattered with various books, with some lying on the ground.
Different Harry potter sized books lay on the floor. She sits down on the narrow carriage ground surrounded by lots of books. Her hands run through her hair scattering it. Her amber coloured gown curled up on the narrow floor.

She looks out, her carriage is surrounded by guards who walk trekking by it. Her eyes stare at one book. Her slender fingers pick it up."Oʀɪɢɪɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғʟᴀᴍᴇ." The blood red cover page is dusty. Her hands move cleaning the dust off.

" The Black flame is an usual flame which starts off as a flower and causes mass destruction and infertility of the soil but the last account of the black flame was centuries ago, some even argue that the black flame is just a myth. What is this book doing here? Is this some kind of forewarning?" She speaks out running her hands through the pages of hand written notes.

"Neigh! neigh!" A horse outside the carriage startles her. As the horse runs outside her carriage, her book falls down on its open pages. She picks the book up, looking at the open page, she reads.
" The black fire is a curse...!" Her eyes widen as she hides the book behind her chair.

She stands up, her hands divide the circle window by parting them. A surge of light comes into the carriage as it halts. All around her, there are various bamboo trees. She stares out of her window, shouting at the top of her voice.

"You must think highly of yourself to dare halt my riders!" Her voice addresses the unknown horse rider. As she opens the carriage door, she observes the calm atmosphere and the thin ice which covers the ground and trees, in fact everything in sight. All the guards stand still frozen in time without moving. They are so still like a spell was cast on them.

Her eyes wonder off.

The tree leaves are also still, so are the clouds. Everything is paused with a thin whitish blue layer of ice covering it, including the leaves falling from some trees. They are suspended in the air and ice shields them covering their green.
She moves her feet gracefully about observing but careful not to touch the ice. Her cream gown drags on the iced covered amber coloured sand.

There are footsteps coming from inside the frozen bamboo tree forest but there is no sound from the horse she heard before instead a drum plays loudly and there are also loud incantations. She stands in the middle of the forest awaiting whatever was coming. Who did they think they were messing with?

Suddenly, the sound stops. Something speeds past her. She didn't see what exactly. All she could make out were colours - light colours.

She taps her feet impatiently, looking at her nails. She felt angered. An ambush on a fucking Priestess? This was going to be fun!

At first she sees a horse made out of ice then a voice calls out from behind. It didn't seem familiar. It was cracked yet not deep but kind of masculine.

"Morgos, Vienna... or should i say Verbena?"

She narrows her eyes, turning to face the man:"Who was this creep guessing her name?'

She turns to see an ice beauty, his skin was pale white with amber coloured pupils and sliver coloured hair. He looked so beautiful and exotic like a trophy.

"Who are you?" She puts her hand behind her back. Fire rounds it as her eyes stare up at him. She had to protect herself, this wasn't the first time demons entered her dream.

The tall or rather long beauty walks towards her.

"You are feisty...as usual but darling, don't bother trying to fight me."

"Who are you?"

He speeds fast, his destination her. His legs move like tires on a fucking sport car.
Soon his body is against hers pinning her to the thin ice covered baboo tree.

He presses his finger against her plumb pink lips;"Shhh...Darling, i came to check up on you...and as for your question...!"

He pushes her against a tree harder ignoring her constant struggles. His body against hers as his eyes look into her face.
He remarks as his amber coloured eyes search her face.

"Still a beauty!"

"Who are you?" She demands, her voice more forceful. Soon, she feels the fire in her hands die out. The cool air had blown it out and her hands were so cold.

His lips touches hers slightly as his body nails her to the tree. She struggles to fight back but all her efforts are in vain, she had never felt this powerless. The strange man speaks out.

"Ah for your question...Forgive me love, i got lost in your eyes...I am...i hate to spoil a good surprise...but for spoilers... You can ask Caesar!" He places a necklace against her neck.

In a twinkle of time, he is gone.

She jerks up panting loudly. Her eyes lurk around as she lays on her bed, her cream coloured walls surrounds her. Her huge mirror stands opposite her bed. It was just a dream.

Her hands touch her neck. The thin ice coloured necklace lies on her neck, resting on her collarbone.

She drags it off. A little ball of fire appears in her hand. The necklace which she drags off her neck is immersed in her fire.

The mirror stands right in front of her. Her feet approaches it. Her eyes glow brightly with anger in the mirror.

"Who dared to come into my dream and ruin my night?!" She shouts.

The doors open wide and maids rush in. With her eyes wide open serving as the proof she hardly got any sleep, she commands.
"Search the library for books on ice demons!"

The servants rush out and she walks closer to the mirror. Her eyes stare at her reflection; a petite black girl in loose white underclothes.

"He dared to interrupt a foreseeing dream...!" She shouts out again to her servants.

"Search for books about the black flame!" With that she sits on her study desk, brings out a note and starts writing.

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Caesar stands before a huge white canvas. Oil paint shattered everywhere in his large dark room. There are different colour stains on his apron. His eyes are shot and his paint brush run rapidly through the canvas. His brush dips into his black colour and runs round the canvas drawing something .

Her stare! Her eyes!... Damn she was on his mind. Dominating his every thought - driving him crazy.

He opens his eyes. A perfectly painted painting of Verbena. The perfect capture of her at the meeting. The drawing stares at him without budging - the same way Verbena did.

"And now i assume your plan has changed!" Voices come from inside the vase. Its pale green body rest on a wooden table.

"Obviously...why wouldn't it?... when they are back!" The vase shakes aggressively.

"Lurking round your beloveth! Even in the night, in her dreams..." Adonis voice mad with laughter.

"While all you can do is think of her in the dark...all alone...all alone in the dark dark night!"

The vase moves up weirdly dancing,
shaking its round buttocks while staring at Caesar. Caesar drops his brush down. He breaths in and out controlling his rage. All around him are pictures of Verbena. His latest being the one at the meeting. There are also ones of her in modern clothing; wearing jeans and a singlet top with ear pods in her ears.

"I know you know he's back!" The vase moves up dancing right in front of his face teasing him. Finally he looks at the vase. His morose strict face Snickers.

"Adonis, are you tired of living? I can fix that problem of yours if you keep testing my patience!"

The vase settles back on the table. It is calmer and more submissive.
"This time you weren't the one that initiated her rebirth...it could only be as a result of his...!"

He drops his brush on the table walking out of the room. The vase stomps around as the huge door shuts in front of it locking it up once again.