Immortal Love (Under Rewrite)

You've Got To Be Kidding Me

Jay's P.O.V

'You've got to be kidding me.'
Why have my ancestors forsaken me so.
          I know everyone has a soulmate, but did it have to be him. My mate is bully and a world class jerk. A man, no a boy, that couldn't accept a rejection. When I was younger I couldn't defend myself, unless I'm to be discovered, as well as my family. I wasn't able to access my powers to defend myself from the bullying. In my 10,000 years, I would have never thought I had to spend my eternity with him.
         But back to the situation at hand: Atlas seemed to be very confuse with the meeting, but as well as why he couldn't use his powers. Well with an rare ability like mine, which can negate others ability, it comes in handy in times like this.
          My mother looked at me pointedly at me, and I dropped the barrier a bit so they could access some of there powers. The woman looked affronted and intrigued at the rare ability I possessed.
          "How are you able to do that young one," the woman inquired.
          "I'm sorry if I'm reluctant to answer to someone I don't know," I answered calmly.
          With a smile she responded. " Well my apologies, but my name is Lilith Storm. I'm the head council member from my home Stormia."
          I squinted my eyes and looked at the Speedorian, and he seemed to get the message. When he spoke, his voice was rich, deep, and velvety. "I'm Jeremiah Accel. I'm the King of Speedor, and we're here on the behalf of your mother."
          Well things got very interesting. I knew Atlas's parents were powerful, but there the head of their home worlds' as well. But then I looked at my mother in suspicion, what could she be hiding from me. My mother noticed my gaze, and sighed, knowing that I will pester until she told me.
          "Jay the reason you and our guests were called because of peace between our worlds'. I was confused as she what she meant until realization hit me.
           Stormia and Speedor were two of the worlds that we were at war with. The leaders of the two worlds were sitting in front of me. One way and only possible way, at the moment, was an arranged marriage. And the son of two worlds was sitting in front of me. My mate. My bully. My arranged suitor. My soon to be husband.
           By the Great One mother, what have you done. Why would she do this. It may be for the good of my people, but to arrange a marriage behind my back. Anger, sadness and confusion hit me in waves. But soon the bitter feeling of sadness and acceptance settled with me.
          "Mother why," I asked.
          "My little one, you were arranged to marry the child of either Stormia or Speedor. And Atlas is the child of the heads of each world. I'm sorry but it has to be done."
           Then Atlas spoke for the first time," Mom...Dad? You didn't tell me I was arranged to marry someone, and why is this so serious. Why can't air find love on my own!?"
           Lilith snorted. "And who would you marry. A whore? A prostitute? Or be a wench!? You're disgracing our family because you were heartbroken. And Jay is what he says he is either? Are you young one?"
           My irritation with her was starting to flare. And once I looked into Atlas's eyes, I saw triumph, uncertainty and expectancy.
           "I'm a Vestroian! Are you happy now Stormian!?" I demanded.
           "Of course Prince Jay," she said with that awful smirk on her face.
           If I didn't know any better, Atlas's eyes widened minute by minute. His jaw dropping and forming an O. I giggled at his face but then stopped and headed towards my room. My mom tried to stop me, but I sped to me room.
           'What are you doing. You don't giggle at your enemies, especially if they look cute with...aaahh.'
           I struggled with my thoughts and I was so confused. I was so out of it, I didn't even sense the prescence in my room. A voice spoke that I hadn't heard in years.
          "Hello little brother," the voice said.
          My thoughts were replaced with anger. I turned around and looked at the figure with hate.
          "Chaos," I spat. And he had the audacity to smirk.