Evil & Love

Daughter of the King

She was losing herself. First it started with knowledge. Then the hair. Now it was a tattoo?! Of all the things her father could have her killed for and she chose a tattoo. Ahehp laid on the bed that was used for tattooing. She felt little pain as the needle stuck into her back. Needles always felt kind of nice on her skin. It does bother her that she can’t see it, but that was the only downside. 

“When I finish, I will send you to the back to get it enchanted. But this cannot touch water for an onaceoiei or the magic and ink could fade away. The magic-imbuer will place a bandage over this tattoo. It will disappear and you will be able to utilise your new magical tattoo,” the tattoo artist said, her voice laced with poison that only those trained to hear it could. Only Ahehp could.

“Thank you. Here is your payment,” she handed the artist one of her smaller vials of her blood. The tattoo-artist frowned but did not complain. That vial was still big enough to keep her open, if she used it right. 

Ahehp walked to the back room and sat down so the magic-imbuer could do his work. Every once in a while, Ahehp would feel a sharp pain as the magic settled into her skin but that didn’t matter, only that she could soon fly. 

“What would you like your magic word to be?”

“I like the sound of ixleont.”

The magic-imbuer began chanting the word and soon the act was done. Ahehp had the tattoo; all she needed to do now was wait. 

Upon finishing, Ahehp sat up and handed the magic-imbuer a small vial of her blood. He smiled to himself and sent Ahehp out the door. She had to return to her bunker so she could finish her latest invention. 

A key.

This is not just any key though. This key could unlock the mind. It would allow her to step within anyone’s mind whom she could name and locate. All she had to do was build the darn thing. As soon as she entered her bunker, Fisek was there to greet her.

“Hello, Mistress. How may I assist you today?”

“I’m ‘fraid you can’t do anything today. I have an idea for an invention and must begin working immediately. I haven’t quite written your programming to help with this, yet.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Fisek saluted and walked away.

Ahehp walked over to her desk and sat down. She pulled out her tools and began fashioning a key. It was quite simple really. Although, she remembered absolutely hating the task when she was little and observed a thief that would often infiltrate her castle. 

He was kind and empathetic, unlike her cruel father. She could never understand the different ways men act. Some are kind and sweet while others take advantage and use you for what you have and not who you are. 

Women are worse though, she thought.

Ahehp shook her head and returned to a more pressing matter. The key!

She needed to remember how he did it.

He called himself Ixleont. She always wondered what it meant. Names always had power. And they always would. A meaning behind meaning. Wanting without wanting. Needing and needing. Ixleont. He was her first love. How did he make his keys?! He never used magic. Only his wit.

What would he always sing to her as he made a new key?

“So raise up your glasses, let's toast to the night. As we build our dreams together, under the stars so bright. With hammer in hand and song in our hearts. We'll build a future strong, that will never fall apart.”

She found herself singing the lyrics, as she did many years ago. Her father would never approve. Ixleont would laugh.

Who was she now? She could do so many things, but never right. Ixleont knew that but he never cared. Her flaws never mattered to him. With the right amount of practice and teaching, anyone could do anything. Including, change who they are completely.