The Phoenix's Prophecy

*Chapter Thirty*

*Chapter Thirty*

“You must have been mistaken,” I assured her, but inside, I was freaking out. “We all know that black flame is impossible - ”

“But you just did!” she yelled with a fierce determination.

“No, Lysha, it was deep blue,” Ray spoke with such persuasion that even I, for a second, forgot it was actually black.

“But - !”

Rayden stared deeply into her eyes. I swallowed and looked away.

“Thanks,” she said sincerely. “This must be the hundredth time you've saved my life.”

I choked.

“Sorry,” Lysha apologized. “He just has this power over me,” she blushed.

My heart skipped a beat. Is it just me? I glanced between the two of them with a sick idea forming in my head. Ray suddenly glanced up. His eyes met mine. Violet to turquoise. I looked away first. Ray coughed, a genuine one.

“Your wound! We have to get you a healer!” Lysha fussed as she glanced around in panic, as if a healer would just pop up.

“I'll go get a healer,” I offered with a small smile.

“Please do,” Lysha replied not even looking at me.

With a last glance at the two of them, I twisted on my heel and ran. As soon as I was sure that they wouldn't see me, I slumped down. I placed a hand over my chest. It has been beating furiously for a while. I'm sure that the only reason they didn't notice was because of Ray's wound. I glanced down in front of me in dejection. How many times have I hurt him already? I was nothing but a pain to him all along. His life's constantly in risk because of me.

What are you doing here?

My head snapped to Zach. His sleek black fur camouflaged him with the darkness, making him hard to spot. I was also too preoccupied in my thoughts to notice him.

I laughed nervously.

“I, erm,” I hastily got up, “gotta go get a healer for Ray.”

I rushed off in a flash before he could stop me. I heard his disapproving growl as I shut my mind completely off from him.

*

The healer has been told by Melody not to breathe a word. Ray had also almost completely recovered in around five days even though Rhia was still having some difficulty in using her wounded hand. The advantage of being an Arcane.

What did drastically change was how Ray had interacted with Lysha. I tried my best to ignore it, but it soon started to get on my nerves. Lysha had barely showed up at all in the castle, being constantly by Rayden's side, and it didn't take a genius to see that Ray was talking back to her freely, in a way that he used to talk to me.

I just missed the way he used to tease me. Life's been too busy for any fun, but I guess I really am not used to the routine that I've had for fourteen years.

Lysha's not over the fact that I had wounded Ray. She had barely talked to me (which was totally fine with me) for the past four weeks.

It was a free morning (I had stopped my trainings temporarily). I was sitting on a metal bench that hung down from two chains attached to a tree branch, reading a book. My feet dangled down the swing, and I swayed gently with the swing. I was at the corner of a part of the Royal Garden where no one is usually here. That being a reason, I was pretty shocked when I heard two voices coming closer and closer. I looked around for a way to exit the place, but the only entrance and exit was located at the north of the garden, and it was inevitable that I would meet the people who were coming down here. Finally running out of choice, my gaze fell on the tall tree that had vines cascading down it in thick curtains. My hand grasped tightly on the branch, and with a swift motion, I lifted myself up to the top. The two people came in, and my eyes widened.