My Silver Queen (Red Queen Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Can someone tell me the difference between a scream and a banshee?" the instructor circled the few of us in the room. I had slightly separated myself from the group and watched their cold, bored expressions. Slowly a nymph of house Osanos raised his hand.

"Screams did not naturally occur. They were the offspring of a banshee and a whisper," his voice was just as bored as his expression. He absentmindely picked at a thread on his outfit as he spoke. "While screams can tear you apart like a banshee they can find their way into your mind and control you, like a whisper."

"Good," the instructor praised half heartedly. "Now can anyone point out the scream in the room?" everyone's eyes awkwardly turned to me. Evangeline cleared her throat and approached my side as her way of answering the instructor. He nodded.

Without warning the room began to shift into the glass ring we sparred in. I searched eagerly for the telky, knowing Theo was away. If that was true no one knew.

"Osanos. Haven," the moment their names left the instructors mouth they were in the ring. I cared not about the match before me. Instead I fixated myself on the instructor. Arven was dead. I knew that. I wish I had been there and seen they day that Mare spilled his blood. That ass was always so cocky and saw himself above us all, merely cause he could make us human.

It was over before I knew it. Not to my surprise Osanos had won. There were so few of us and I didn't have to wonder too much about who was next. As we wated for the others to exit the ring I cast my eyes up to one of the windows above. I can sense his eyes on. Maven. While I wanted more than anything to despise him something about me was drawn to him. He was always going to be watching me, and that would make things more difficult. While externally it seemed I was indifferent about being here internally I was screaming. Somehow I had to find my way back to the rebels, if not to at least warn them. I was conflicted. By blood this was my right. My place to be. But my mind told me I belonged with the Reds.

"Scronan. Samos," my eyes turned to Evangeline at my side. Her eyes were squinted in thought. Clearly she did not remember or me well enough, but the name was jogging her memories. Slowly we made our way into the ring.

"Why are we doing this?" Evangeline questioned, this was odd to me for I knew she loved displaying her power. "Back at the Hall it made sense. But here? With so few of us?"

"The king thinks you are weak, having been unable to carry out the duty of executing the traitor prince and the little lightning girl," he said the name with venom. "He believes you have grown weak, and thinks it best for you to get the extra training. Also," his eyes turned to me as he smirked. "He needed someone to test the new Queen of Norta's abilities," Evangelines eyes widened as the ring was sealed, leaving us no means of escape except to be defeated or win. "Tell me, who has the advantage?" the people here only knew I was part of house Scronan. A lost insignificant child in their eyes that just returned. No one raised there hand, the instructor shook his head and signaled for us to begin.

I slowly began to walk to circle of the ring and Evangline mimicked my steps. Slowly she began twirling her blades around her wrists. I could see it in her eyes. She believed she had the advantage. Little did she know I had gotten inside her head before we entered the ring. People believed screams had to be using their ability in order to get inside ones head. Truth of the matter was we merely had to look into their eyes. Our eyes can scream when our voices are silent.

"I recognize that name now," Evangeline sneered. "You grew up on the front and watched your house die," she laughed cruely. "They must have been weak," with that my feet stopped moving and Evangeline took that as her moment to send her little blades hurling. I took note of the trajectory and was not afraid. They skimmed my body. Cutting open my suit and releasing trickles of silver blood down my arms. I felt a smirk cross my face, I had the advantage, and no one knew it. I felt small surges of strength rush through my veins. Now if only I could get my hands on her.

Little metal spiders materialized and went scrambling towards my legs. I stepped back towards the wall and once I was close enough I leaped up into the air before forcing my feet against the glass wall and vaulting myself across the ring, over all the spiders and causing me to collide with Evangeline. I landed a jab at her nose causing droplets of blood to trickle out and onto my hands. Again, I smirked. I had already won.

I peeled myself away from Evangeline and watched as she lifted herself from the ground. I turned and saw the spiders scurrying for my legs once more. Breathing in deeply I released a shrill scream, sending the spiders back and dismantling them against the glass wall. Evangeline took that as her chance to strike me from behind. But the knife in her hand stopped short, her body freezing, eyes widening. She slowly began tremble, knife tumbling from her fingers. I turned to look upon her as she crumbled to her knees, her body weakening as my own body grew stronger.

"W-What did you do?" her voice shudders as she speaks. Slowly I bend down, placing my head beside her ear.

"I won," I whispered before with one final drag of my senses, I drew the strength from her blood and her body, causing her to crumble and pass out. Everyone looked on in shock. Bloodborns were a rare breed of Silver. No one quote understood how we drew out people's strength from a single drop of blood. No one knew how, but everyone knew to fear their power. To fear me.

The door to the glass ring opened and I walked out with pride. In less than four minutes I had beaten Evangeline. The recent almost queen of Norta. As I exited the ring I saw Maven standing in a nearby doorway. A smirk on his lips, a pride in his eyes. Knowing he was asking for my presence I made my way to his side.

"I am impressed Scronan," he chuckled.

"Please, call me Enania," I sigh. He nodded in response and watched on as members of  Rambos and Haven entered the ring.

"My mother has made you a schedule," our eyes meet and we told eachother's gaze. I was looking into the eyes of a normal boy, not an evil king. "You are to follow it until your coronation," he watched my face and I can tell he grass my distaste. "It's nothing tedious. You will not be an idle queen."

I cock an eyebrow wondering what that could mean.

"Plan to use me as a weapon?" it is meant as a joke, but the glint in his eyes tell me it is true. Before he can say anymore a Red servant comes up behind us, refusing to make eye contact with Maven.

"I'll leave you to it," Maven stares down the servant before walking into the training room and up to the instructor.

I smiles to the servant as she raised her head ever so slightly, of course no response. She turns and begans to lead me away from the training room just as the sound of the strongarms fists colliding with the glass of the ring.

Her footing was quick, she was rushing a long but I had no trouble keeping up. I become curious as her pace slows and she falls beside me, before grabbing my hand and pressing a small piece of paper into it. She resumed her quickened pace and finally we arrived in a practically empty room, besides the red and black circle rug that covered almost the entire room. The servant bowed and left me alone. The walls of the room were spotless windows, the roof sloping up into a point. The walls were a sparkling white marble as well as the floor.

Slowly I approach the window that looks out upon Caesar's Square, out toward the bridge that is quickly being rebuilt.

"Admiring their work?" I turn to find the queen behind me, a cruel smile across her lips. Slowly I turn my attention back out the window.

"Simply wondering the severity of the damage," I state. My voice hollow and bored. "I had no way of seeing the broadcasts from Naercy. I could only get verbal news," as I say the words I realise it was a mistake.

"From the rebels?" the queens smile turned into a sneer as she snaps her fingers and a servant brings forth a single chair. "Sit." It is an order and I do not hesitate. I may have been apart from the Silver world for six years but I knew what was in my best interest. "Is there anything you would like to tell me?" she slowly begins to circle me. "We can't have you acting out. You will be good to Maven. You will love him. You will be a loyal queen. Am I clear?" it's a question but I know she doesn't want me to answer. "I will pick you apart," her claws slowly slither into my brain. "I will know every last secret," soon I can feel her grip clamping down on my mind, as she begins to pour through it all. "You can hide nothing from me. You will kneel to your king."

The pain of her presence surges through me. I don't want her here. I want her out of my head. But through gritted teeth I say the only thing I can.

"Yes, my queen."