Golden Flower

Chapter Six

Daimon

    He stood in horror that evening, watching as Timeo and Velkan hovered over Adara's motionless body.

    "Dad?" he said.

    No response.

    "Dad is she okay?!" Daimon knew this had happened to Adara all her life, though he never saw it in person. It was a new feeling of absolute panic that drove through his body, coursing through his veins. He wanted to save her. He wanted to pick up her body and run far away.

    Timeo wiped the sweat off of his forehead and put the long white godly wand into his pocket. He breathed deeply as more sweat-or maybe tears-flowed down his cheeks and into his daughter's hair.

    Velkan stood up and waved his hand into the air as people stood in shock. The room had been completely silent since the King ran down off of his throne with Timeo at his side. They screamed for everyone to move out of the way or face the consequences of the kingdom.

    "Everyone leaves, go back to your homes or return to your quarters. Postpone the ceremonies for a week, king's orders." Velkan said with an undertone of fierceness. "Now!" He yelled.

    Quickly people began rushing out the doors, grabbing their loved ones with them-none of them wanted to be left behind to face wrath. And as the last participant spilt out of the empty ballroom, Daimon unthawed his body, sprinting to Adara's side.

    "Hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay," he said frantically. Pulling her cold fingers into his and putting his head to her heart.

    Still beating.

    He sighed a deep breath of relief, knowing if she had died, he couldn't move on with his life.

    "You, get over here now." Velkan yelled from across the room, echoing to a knight who was head to toe in silver with green paint on his soldiers. He marched over as quickly as he could and stood grounded before the king.

    "Get Doctor Aeson here, immediately. If you waste any time, I will have your head."

    "Dad!" Daimon yelled instinctively. He knew not to cross his father, but he wanted to remind him he wasn't a cruel king. Or at least-that's what Daimon wanted to believe. He wanted his family to be good, like Adara's family. But each and every one of them held something darker within them. Kingdom secrets, lying, cheating and betrayal. Daimon fit in more than he liked to admit.

    "If you try to question my judgment again son, I will send you straight to your mother." Velkan said with a finger pointed at him. He furrowed his dark brows, and Daimon could now see the panic in his father's dark brown eyes. He was scared. Scared beyond hell. That was enough for Daimon to feel it as well.

    Timeo stood up, leaving Daimon to run his hands over Adara's face gently. The least he could do is give her some peace, or comfort in her dark slumber. He wondered if she was dreaming-like she always did. He hoped they were dreams of flowers, dreams of birds flying through the air, or butterflies landing on her nose. She deserved it all.

    She really did.

    Daimon turned around to see Velkan and Timeo conversing quietly, whispering. He wondered if they would keep doing this to Adara forever.

    He turned his head back, sure nobody was watching him, and summoned a beautiful Lavandula to his fingertips. The green sprouted from in between one of the ballroom tiles, and then buds quickly opened to a vibrant purple color. He continued to spread his magic through the flower until the buds were at their fullest, and pulled it from the ground, putting the tile back into place once the flower was in his hands.