The Kings Sibyl

Chapter Eleven

Instead of listening, I made my way outside to the gardens. Goliath would be royally pissed when he found out I wasn't in his chambers, but what did I care?
After allowing me to sit at his side, and treating me as his equal, he lets another woman sit in my seat.
I felt anger course through me as I stomped barefoot along a path lined with rose bushes. It wasn't long before my brief temper tantrum had resulted in a few giant thorns sticking in my foot.
"Would you like some assistance, Seer?"
I glanced up, smiling.
"Of course. It would be an honor to have you help me pick thorns out of my dirty feet."
"Sarcasm? You wound me. Warriors have no care for such things."
I smiled as, before I could protest, Regan picked me up bridal style and placed me on a nearby bench.
"Did my brother not provide you with shoes?" He grumbled.
"I don't wear them. Shoes prohibit me from touching the earth, from sharing my power with mother nature and in turn being connected to all living things."
"You go everywhere, barefoot?"
"You should try it. You might find yourself in tune with nature." I flinched as Regan pulled a thorn out of the sole of my foot. I didn't want to tell him I could use my magic to just make them disappear, so far I liked talking with him.
"I hope you don't mind, but what is your relationship with my brother?"
I noticed Regan had a slight smirk on his face, and a light tingling sensation had started to spread from my foot out.
"We have no relations. He likes to think he can use me because I'm required to serve him. I'm not a toy to be played with. He's a pig." I felt my anger rising again, and this time the wind swirled around me lifting my hair up in a tornado.
"Elric is often rude. He doesn't know better, it's in his nature."
"Doesn't mean he gets to treat me that way."
Regan's hand cupped my cheek and he forced me to look at him. The warmth of his palm felt wonderful against my cold skin, and he radiated reassurance.
"Nobody should treat you like that. You deserve to be showered in jewels, and the finest of things."
I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips.
"As a Seer, I'm often gifted with the best of fabrics. No matter how little I wear, everything I own is made of pure Egyptian cotton. See, feel." I placed his hand on the cloth part of the skirt I wore, "my jewelry, is pure gold. The jewels on them? Mined in The East."
I took off one of my many rings and placed it in his palm. The ring had been a gift from my mother, before I was sent away. The intricate swirls aligned with the sapphire diamonds made the ring seem to be moving. "I wish, more than anything, that someone could understand that I don't want to be gifted these things."
"Surely you appreciate the wonderful articles you're given?"
Regan stood from his crouched position, my foot now free of thorns. He took my hands as he sat next to me, his intense eyes staring into my soul.
"I appreciate everything I've been given. However, the only reason I hold such fine things is because I bear the title of Seer."
"I don't understand."
I turned to a bush beside me, and plucked a leaf off. I tossed it in the air, and it floated. Regan smiled, no stranger to magic.
"I carry the burden of these gifts, these abilities, because the gods themselves have graced me. I was placed on earth, in this body, to complete my eternal purpose. Once that's fulfilled, I will leave this body behind and evolve."
The leaf transformed into a beautiful budding orchid.
"Seer's are held to a high standard. They're expected to obey the person who owns them, and in return they're given riches beyond compare. However, what is not understood is that we don't serve just one person."
The orchid began to turn into particles as the wind began to blow at my command.
"We serve everyone, and everything. As is our duty."
The particles blew away into the wind, disappearing from sight.
"What do you mean, you'll evolve?"
"The first woman placed on earth that was gifted with these powers, was named Adonis. She wrote the bylaws for my kind. Adonis had many children, with many different men. However, it wasn't until her fourteenth child, that she had finally passed down the power. She had been trying to create more people like her, like us. What she didn't understand, was that the gods choose who is gifted."
I glanced up at Regan, to find him deep in thought.
"When she reached age twenty nine she stopped aging-"
"You're telling me she had fourteen children before she was twenty nine?" Regan seemed appalled.
"Actually she had sixteen. 'Twas not uncommon in her time."
"I don't even want one.." he mumbled.
"Once she stopped aging, she came into her full power, and a few years later she discovered her purpose. She was put on the earth to redirect the path of a very important man. His name, was Edgwick. Ed, had two paths to choose from. On one path, he would die. On the other, he would transform the world as it was seen. He would become immortal in name, as one of the greatest men alive. She was meant to help him make the right choice."
"And what choice was that?" Regan asked. She could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure it out.
"To die."