Secrets Uncovered

Meeting the Valor

 Another Chapter! this one took me a lot longer than i thought so... Comment, Vote and enjoy! Pic on the side is Lyra ;)

I stood in the middle of a room; the stones were black and a red velvet rug stretched around five throne-like seats and was draped down the steps to my feet. The room looked elegant—only problem was that the Valor owned this place—pictures of the members hung on the walls. The one I recognized was the one of Saeldir; her hair was a jet black and her facial features resembled Medusa and her eyes were an amber color—like a snakes eyes—I shivered when I looked into them. The picture beside hers was a male elf, he looked familiar—his hair was brown and short, his eyes had a hazel hue but something was off about them—his facial features reminded me of an older version of my father. The doors shook me out of my thoughts and I turned to it, a man walked in holding onto a rope. He pulled on it and a blonde haired girl pushed in front of him—Gwenyth—my eyes widened and my heart started to race. The man chained her up beside me and left the room. I turned my head to my sister,

            “Gwenyth, are you OK?” I whispered and she nodded slightly.

            “Yes I’m fine,” she turned her head to me—her eyes were filled with tears—my heart sank and I felt worry wash over me.

            “What’s wrong?” she began to cry again

            “Lyra, they hurt Lyra. She didn’t do anything sis! She didn’t and they hurt her!” I shifted on my feet to face her more.

            “How badly is she hurt?”

            “I saw bruises and cuts, she was holding her stomach and her eye is swollen shut.” She bent her head down to her hands and wiped away her tears. She stood up straight again and looked passed me fear burning in her eyes. I turned my head to see five elves walking into the room. Saeldir was one of them and I glared at her. The man from the picture on the wall soon walked through, he was too far away for me to see his features and he didn’t look at us. They all sat on the thrones with the man in the middle.

            “These are the two you requested to see Arphenion?” one man said from the right of me. I’m guessing the man in the middle was Arphenion by the way he nodded.

            “Yes they are,” his voice was deep—like our father’s—the man got up and walked closer to us. As he got closer I could see more of his features. He stood only a few feet away from us, I could see all of his features now, his facial hair was dark and short, his eyes were like my father’ and he seemed to look at me the most.

            “You, change your eye color.” He ordered

            “Excuse me?”

            “I said, change your eye color.” He sounded more stern now—more fatherly—I did as he commanded and changed my eye color to blue and then to violet. He stepped back and walked closer to Gwenyth.

            “You, create your magic… create a dagger out of hollow ice.” He commanded her. She opened her palm and the hollow ice dagger appeared in it. His eyes grew wide and he stepped away from her.

            “Atlas, I have found you two.” I turned my head to Gwenyth in confusion, he was looking for us? I turned my head to him and opened my mouth to speak,

            “Why were you looking for us?” I hissed

            “You don’t recognize me do you, Vana?” Vana, only my father and my friends called me that. Unless, no he couldn’t be him it just couldn’t.