The archive of the forgotten

the queen's decision part 2

I looks at the ocean and wonder what the last 17 years would have been like with him. How beautiful he would've been, what he might have liked, if he would've loved me. I sigh and ignore my killing loneliness. My caving pride. My new husband isn't what I imgined him to be. He is more quiet, some people say he is half elvish but he hardly talks to me about himself. It is always about the country and the state of the economy, or something about a new book. I wish he would ask me how I am doing. I wish he would let me decide but he believes the right thing is listening to the people of the country. But he is so.... I do not understand Pyralis, even if he tries to explain things to me. He has become something....inhuman. I cannot connect with him in any way. He has walls larger than the ones of the palace. But he is kind, he is beautiful, he is smart, still when I gently kiss him I imagine my Aonghus.

"Eilidh?" His gently voice says. "Are you alright?" He says, his beautiful gown swaying back and forth as he walks up to me. When he walks it almost looks as if he glides, no he floats. "It has been seventeen years.....I cannot believe how much I have aged since he died." "You are young, your life will be long Eilidh, do not worry." "You are nine years younger Pyralis. We both married each other for our countries." "And still you have never been anything but perfect Eilidh." He grabs my hand and walks towards the door. "They're waiting for you." He kisses my forehead and a tear escapes my eye. "Do not forget hope your majesty."

Arid

My name is Arid. I am the child of the most hated man in the kingdom. And I am proud to be his son. I have a better father than most people. Chladaich have been the kingdoms number one enemy. The Chladaich used to be the only ones living in the kingdom but when the humans came three generations ago they began using the ocean for magic. The difference was that their magic wasn't in harmony with nature, they wanted more than it could offer so they started abusing the holy ancestors. The chladaich are the children of the holy ancestor of the sea, gifted with magic and the privilige to protect the sea. And so they did their duty. But they were enslaved or murdered till a young Chladaich decided not to be afraid of the darker practices of our people. He is the reason the king died, he is the reason they have died young for three generations, he is the reason why there are so many floods, the reason music is prohibited. He is my father, he is kind....

I draw figures into the sand near the water inside of our beautiful torqouise cave. Drawing a face that resembles mine, a face that isn't as perfect as the ones I see on a daily basis. "Hey Human!" Merwyn screams as he appears in the water. His silver high ponytail beautifully perfect and dry as if he didn't just emerge from the water. He is my trainer. "You are going to be late" I sigh and nod. "Do you have a bad hair day again?" He says while smirking, implying I am not perfect enough. I frown, he always teases me with not being a chladaich. I don't know what it is but Merwyn cannot afford to be nice somehow. He is the only chladaich who is around my age and apart from Narcissus he is also the only boy. (They are born from the sea, they do not need parents.)

He jumps into the water and disappears, I sigh and dive into the water, my material body disappearing and my soul is carried by the current where it wants to be. We emerge from the water again at the training cave and grab some weapons.

"Right, do you think you've gotten better?" he says with a smirk. I shrug, and start to fight him. I am frustrated to find that he is still as good as he always is. It frustrates me that he never let's me win, or even gives me the chance to show I am not a bad fighter. "Come on little human, still cannot defeat me." I feel a surge through my veins and before he really knows it blue blood is flowing from a cut through his eye. "Son of a...." He cuts himself off, chladaich cannot lie. They can only twist their words. His purple eyes start to glow and his fingertips start to glow with that luminous blue colour we are known for. I slowly try to back away, all chladaich have magic and Merwyn is skilled in one of the abilities I am extremely scared of. I want to run away but I cannot move, shit. I was too late. I feel my own hand with the blade near my own face. "Please merwyn," "Right now your mind is mine." merwyn says with a maniacal smile. I feel a stinging pain as the blade traces my face.