The Capturing Of The Laerion Throne

Chapter 1: The Faerie Who Destroyed Normalcy

Cera was a block away from her quaint little house, in her quaint little neighborhood, where she lived with her perfect parents, who lives perfect lives and basically never spoke above a whisper.

She was beyond bored with her life.

Suddenly she stopped, and someone bumped right into her. "Uh s-sorry," a small voice whispered.

"Why are you following me?" Cera turned around. There was a girl there, about four foot eleven with her blue hair in a pixie cut. She had big blue eyes as well, the same color as her hair.

"U-um....I'm not?"

"I saw you standing outside of my school, and I can see your shadow shorty. Why are you following me?"

The girl bit her lip. She grabs Cera's arm and basically drags her to her house. The girl has a very tight grip so Cera screams loudly.

"What are you doing!" The girl knocks furiously on the door before turning to Cera.

"Be quiet. I'm knocking on your house door. If I was kidnapping you, that'd be against the point," the bluenette snapped. The door opened at that moment, and Sara, Cera's mom looked down at the weird girl.

That's when things got weird.

"Xenia, come in. Cera honey come in." Sara pulled them both in and locked the door. Cera followed her mom and this girl who apparently was named Xenia into the living room.

"What's going on mom? Who is she?"

Xenia turned to her and back to Sara. Sara shuffled a little bit.

"I am Xenia of the Faerie species, Alpha type, Warrior class and I live to serve your highness," Xenia mumbled, getting on one knee.

Cera blinked, before covering her mouth and bursting into giggles.

"Faeries? And you're a warrior? And I suppose I'm a princess or something? You guys are funny!"

"No you're not a princess. You're a queen," Xenia snapped, her body trembling, "queen of Laerion."

Cera giggled again as Xenia rose. Sara massaged her forehead. There was a cracking sound as Xenia began to jerk. She removed a Jean jacket she had on to reveal blue spikes protruding from her back.

Xenia smirked and jerked again, the blue spikes getting larger and larger until two, scaley, spikey, blue wings were protruding from her back. Without thinking about it, Cera touched them.

"They're cool. Do I have wings?"

"Not that I know of. Do you believe me now?" Cera nodded eagerly, turning to her mom.

"Cool so like is life gonna get more fun mom or what? Does dad know?" Cera noticed her mom frowning sadly. She patted her daughter's hair.

"You and I are not in the same life anymore. You must go to Laerion," Sara mumbled softly.

"With you right?" Cera was confused.

"She's not your mom," Xenia blurted out, "and we don't have enough time to talk. You can talk later. You need to come now," Xenia turned away as Cera held her mother's hand.

"What does she mean by you're not my mom?"

"I'm sorry Cera. I love you," the woman who had raised her mumbled, and before Cera knew it, Xenia had grabbed her hand and was pulling her through the wall...

Yet Cera felt no pain.

***

The room was made out of pure gold and red velvet. It was grand and beautiful and Cera couldn't describe any of it if you asked her. Her brown eyes scanned the room before letting out a whoosh of air.

"Where am I?"

"This is your palace. Now no time to waste. Rivyn is sitting on your throne," Xenia urged, dragging a stunned Cera towards a room. Cera yelped as she was let go of suddenly.

"Listen carefully," Xenia whispered, her bright blue eyes flashing. Cera put her ear to the door.

"Get me my flask idiot," a very shrill, very annoying, female voice shrieked.

"Stop ordering me about so rudely. You could be polite about it Rivyn," a softer, more regal, male voice suggested softly.

"Ten lashes for questioning me!"

Cera was confused. "What does she mean by ten lashes and who is she and why are we eavesdropping?"

"You need to understand the severity of the situation. That gimp is your cousin Rivyn, and by Laerion law she is next in line for the throne behind you. The boy is Ceron, and he is your younger brother."

Cera raised an eyebrow. "Then shouldn't he be next in line?"

"No, he's illegetimate. His mother's a peasant," Xenia explained, biting her lip worredly.

Cera quieted down and pressed her ear to the door again. There was a sound like something going through air and then a cracking sound. Then again and again.

"What is that?"

Xenia didn't answer for a moment, clenching her fists. "It's a whip. Rivyn is having Ceron whipped for no reason, just because she can."

Cera stood up and pushed the doors open. There was a girl on the throne, legs crossed, platinum blonde ringlets resting on her shoulders. She had sharp violet eyes and was smirking, which was slowly turning into a scowl.

"Who are you and what do you think you're doing in my palace?"

Cera ignored her, instead turning to the boy who had the same curly brown hair she had. He was shirtless and there were two tall men, shielded in armor, standing behind him holding whips.

"Leave him alone. He didn't do anything wrong," Cera snapped, startling the guards.

"Whip her too," Rivyn sighed.

Two other guards came towards her but before they could touch her, Xenia materialized in front of her.

Her hair was in two pony tails now and she had armor covering her legs, arms, and chest. There was a sword in her arms, that looked like it was made from purple fire.

"Faerie species, Alpha type, Warrior class and I live to fight for my queen," Xenia yelled, as if daring the guards to get closer. Despite her shortness, the guards didn't take another step. Instead all the guards got on one knee.

"Your highness," they chorused.

Ceron, whose eyes were the same shade of honey as Cera's, kneeled as well. Rivyn was livid.

"You're the heir to the throne?" Rivyn sounded disgusted.

"Yes I am. Looks like I came just in time too. You're doing a bang up job," Cera hissed. She walked up the steps to the throne, and smacked Rivyn in the face.

"Now I know what was so urgent. Now let's go Xenia and...Ceron right?" Ceron nodded, wincing as he got up. Cera's eyes softened.

She shuffled over to him.

"I've always wanted a little sibling," she said, holding both of his hands. He smiled at her, flashing perfect white teeth at her.

"So let's get you fixed up like new! I'm assuming you have the answers to some of my questions?"

"Yes milady," he nodded, shrugging on a shirt that was abandoned on the floor.

"Just call me Cera."