Wings Of Evermore: The Princess

Chapter 5:

Amir couldn't remember when he fell asleep, he can only remember waking up shivering and completely forgetting who he was and where, he was for a minute or two. 

***

As he left his house, a group of revolution members had lined the dark sidewalk to wish him luck. Patting him on the back, shaking his hand, and some even gave him small gifts for his courage. 

But that only made him shiver. Our people. Great and all, I guess... but not welcoming and kind. 

This is suicide. What the fuck was I thinking?

At the end of the group of falconers, Dragon's Keep and Atlas stood at the end, Atlas was smiling and jumping around happily. And Dragon's Keep was looking out into the distance, lost in thought. 

"Good luck! Don't die! I swear... If you die I will kill Orchid myself!" Atlas squeaked. 
"Hold you falcon there!" Amir smiled, happily gazing at Atlas. 

"Best of luck Noraan, may the Gods guide your mission." Dragon's keep crossed her left foot in front of her right and gave a small bow... A bow to those below the throne. "And to you." Amir crossed his right in front of his left and bowed. 

Turning away from the crowd, Amir pulled his cloak on, tugged the hood down, and pried his mask over his mouth and nose. He stretched his wings out and released a powerful blow of wind as he shot up into the sky.  His wings pounded on the wind and air as he pushed himself ever closer to The High Palace. 

***

"Turo esh kiro clada." Landing on a cloud, he could feel the wet moisture sinking into his boots, yet he shrugged it off. Readying his limbs, he jumped into the air without a wing beat and clung to the side of the palace walls. Small indentations and grooves for decoration we're going to be used to sneak into it's fortified walls. 

"Hey what are you doing here scumbag?!" Amir shot his head around before the flash and a blurry figure dashed toward him with wings spread. "Gar!" Amir shouted as he was flung down from the walls and back onto the cloud. Landing harshly on his back he rolled over to his side, and quickly leapt to his feat. 

The soldier flapped his wings helplessly as he fell down into the abyss. Amir noticed a long gash from his sword that was placed in a band to his belt. Danger hazard. And a long way down. Oof. He sighed, jumping back to the wall and scaling the hem of the building. 

Peering through a window he looked inside. 

A beautifully lit kitchen room with candles around every corner and green plants and ice blocks with chunks of meat inside. Dammit! Now I'm hungry! 

Crawling over three windows to the west wing  he peered inside. A darker chamber, only a few candles and lanterns were lit. A large, four posture bed with black curtains tied at each post, a thick comforter and- Orchid.

She laid on the top of all those covers, back to the window. Her long deep brown hair pulled back in a braid as she slept.

Murderer. Why no statues of bloody deaths? No mounts of wings of those you have killed?

Looking along the wall he did see, wing mounted up, some accessories that were taken off the bodies after they were killed. 

It's time.

Again, he readied himself, if he didn't make sure she was dead, this could be the end of the rebels, the end of him, and the end of any hope that his sister is still alive, breathing. Even though I saw her body with my own eyes, she just- maybe...

He took a sharp breath, he took another breath, again, and again, and again. He stood there frozen, panic flooded over his like vultures over their prey. Move!

He jumped, pounding his wings as he burst through the window and pulled out his sword. Orchid, shook startled, sliding out of the bed. Looking to her right she dashed to a desk were a silver black sat, on display. 

Amir reached it first, grabbing her wrist and pushing her back, swinging his sword to hopefully get a blow. 

She yanked her hand away from him as she flipped over his head and gave him a harsh kick in the spine, then a hit in the back of the head. 

Crumpling to the ground, Amir caught his breath in seconds before he was back on his feet, standing erect. 

I- I remember, me and Nora... Training.

***

Nora slide across the beautifully polished floor, clutching her stomach. "You ok?" Amir hollered, standing on his toes, leaning to one foot. "I- think I'm ok." she picked herself up and stood again. "Alright."

"Now that the humans have been getting closer to Adinlashi's spot, we- I need you to know how to protect yourself, I'm not always going to be here." Amir threw a wooden training sword to Nora, as she caught it mid-air. Taking her hand off her stomach, she leapt off her feet.

Gliding through the air like a majestic bird, she lunged at Amir, but squinted her eyes the moment before contact. 

"Don't close you're eyes, it's a weakness, and then the enemy could slip away and attack you from behind, as I did."

She crawled back to her knees as a small tap touched her on her spine. "I lost?" She groaned, "Yeah you lost."

***

He groaned, looking Orchid dead in the eyes. "Who are you intruder?" She growled, holding the silver sword, "Well answer me this, aren't you Orchid?! The killer?!" He said, fangs barred. 'Oh good heavens no! She is my mother. I am Pria Dorthimier Shkyvie."

"Wait what?" Amir asked, puzzled. "She is my mother, I was just in her room looking at pictures."

"Asleep?"

"Maybe."

"Then, where is she?" Amir asked. "In the throne room. Why?- Wait, what is your name again?"

"I never said it, my name is Amir. And that is all you need to know." Amir growled. 

"Why are you here, Amir?"