The Whispering Throne

How about a deal?

It was my parents' funeral today. Honestly, I missed my parents a lot. Our Grandmother had been there for all of us Wolfe siblings. Mom and Dad were also there but Grandma was there more and hence why I missed them more. They died in a plane crash, it had been a terrorist attack. They were visiting the fae king, Celior Moonknight, who also happened to be my Dad's brother. My mom had accompanied my dad because she always does, that's just . . . them. 

5 days earlier

Everything had gone according to plan and once they took off they realized that the right wing had been tampered with and by the time they realized what was happening they were crashing down. All this while I was on a call with my mom and she was filling me in on all the details of her little trip like she always does. I felt helpless listening to all the chaos happening on the other side, my mind stopped thinking for a moment when I heard my mom scream my dad trying to protect her and also making sure everything was taken care of and without a goodbye my mom cut the call.

When it dawned upon me, how much time I had wasted in the thought of losing my parents, I rushed out in search of my grandmother. Usually, she was there in her room but Alfred, our butler told me she was going towards ... the Throne Room. No one went there other than my grandmother and my father, no one else. I did not know if I were allowed to myself but, it is an emergency, right? I would not be on house arrest. I rushed there. When I opened the door I had no idea what had gotten over me, I just stood there, blank, stiff .. afraid. I could hear so many sounds together at once. Pleading cries, excited voices, angry mobs. I couldn't move I just stood there. Staring at the ... Throne. I could not feel anything emotionally other than a boiling anger forming deep inside me, an anger I kept hidden from everybody, everything. Physically I could feel my grandmother was trying to ground me, trying to bring me to reality but couldn't do anything. What's happening to me? I cannot move. That's all my brain could process amidst the continuous whispers of ghosts and .. people? That's all, but it felt worse like I was forgetting something, when the friendly darkness braced me in. 

Present

Due to what happened on the day of the crash, I have been blaming myself. Not only that but physists, therapists and many doctors came to check on me but, I was completely fine. The only person I could trust was gone. Anyone I could rely on was Mom and well .. Fox, my twin. However, there was a side not even he knew but my mother. I had an impulsive thought, should I confide in Fox? Should I tell him what happened on the day of the crash? Can I trust him? ... And another side made me feel foolish for doubting my twin who at first glance would know something is wrong. 

Although everyone says it was supposed to happen. I did not trust myself. I did not ever have a problem being an emotionless person. It helped me get a position as an executive in the mafia at least. Not only that but I was Father's right-hand person, the one who was the most trusted ally of father. Fox on the other hand ruled over the Wolfe Industries, he did not want any part in the Mafia world and nor do most of my elder brothers.

Since my father was the mafia king and the founder of Wolfe Industries, we lived in a huge mansion, it was more like a castle. We have a huge lake behind the house and The Blackwood forest in front of the house. Even though we had natural boundaries to protect us, they sometimes helped the enemy in sneak attacks, only if they were successful in getting past the traps the Wolfe siblings had set in our leisure time. All Wolfe siblings had been trained against attacks and weren't normal siblings. We were close to each other yet Worlds apart. We were trained to work like supercomputers yet make the dumbest choices. All we knew was that Family came before Harmony. 

Coming from a pure-blooded fae family, our grandmother trained our minds to be perfect. We had a twisted train of thought. It was all thanks to her games. All our life we only lived in a small country a very tiny one in England, Flüstern . Just north of Italy.