The Dark Princess

Milo

I now sat in a cell. Actually, it was my cell. It was the cell that I spent most of my childhood in. Three days had passed since the incident. It still bothered me, the way that Sasha didn't kill Brooke. I began thinking about it, and then it hit. That repetetive flashback that cropped up every time I thought of anything even loosly related to what happened that morning.

Brooke had been pinned to the wall. The look on her face . . . I can't describe the fear I saw in those blue pools that were her eyes. Then the person that I used to call Mom took out the knife. The pushed into Brooke's side. The scream that came out was not hers. It belonged to something else, I was sure.

"No!" I found the strength to stand, despite the blinding flash of pain. I stumbled forward and grabbed Sasha's arm. "You can't kill her! She's my friend! Please. I've never asked you for anything before. Just this once, will you please do something for me? I, your only child? Your SON?" She completely ignored me. That is, she ignored me until I began trying to throw a magical shield around Brooke. She blocked my efforts, but she was aware of them.

"Stupid boy!" she screeched. The room darkened. The night men appeared. They all turned on me, beating me everywhere, but most blows landed on my injured back. If I thought it hurt when I sat up, then I was not prepared for this. I was unconscious in seconds, only waking as Brooke passed out. My disowned mother had . . . healed Brooke. But then she did something odd. She whispered a few words to the knife, and it changed shape, becoming a branding tool, like the ones used on cattle. Or slaves. The thing was shaped like a four-pointed star. Then, without heating it, she pressed it against Brooke's chest, right below the collarbone on the right side. It wasn't heated, but it still made a mark. Being a branding tool, it was only an outline of the shape. It magically began to fill in, but before it was done, Sasha noticed that I had woken up. She waved her hand, and I was awake no more. The next thing I remember is waking up in the cell three days ago.

I sighed. Stupid flashback. I had finally completely disowned Sasha as my mother, and it was apparrent that she had also disowned me. I hadn't received food for the last three days, and I was starving. I had only gotten any water from the leak in the ceiling. It only dripped water every two minutes, and then only one drop. Not to mention it only dripped when it was raining outside. I hadn't had anything to drink since the day before. And then only three drops of water. I would be dead in no time. I sighed again, plopping down on the cot that was nailed to the wall. It broke off the wall, dumping me on the ground. I cursed. Loudly. Then I noticed why the cot had fallen out. There was a circular hole in the wall, just big enough for me to fit my fist into. I reached in, seeing something white in the very back. I couldn't quite reach it. I stretched my arm nearly out oif its socket. I just barely touched the thing, and it exploded. I was blown backward and into the opposite wall. Ow, I thought. What the heck was that? I looked back at the wall, and where the hole should've been, the cot was nailed back into the wall, and a scroll was sitting on it. What in all the seven kingdoms . . . it was like a reverse explosion!

I picked up the scroll, and something fell out. I jumped back, ready for whatever it was, only to find out that I had been scared of . . . a rock. I rolled my eyes and picked it up. A beam of light began to shine, straight up. Then an image appeared. It was an image of the King of Colland. Naturally, it began talking.

"Hello, my bright young . . . child. I don't exactly have time, but I'll try to tell you what you need to know. No doubt by now you know that you are a Warlock. Well, I'm going to tell you why." He then went on to explain how he was actually kidnapped by Sasha, instead of being killed by her. They then had a child, whom Sasha promised to show this cell to. The king explained how that child was me. "If it were to be a boy, she would name it Milo, if a girl, Julianne." The sentence that stunned me the most was the last one. "My beloved Sasha does not know of this message I left you, and it would be nice if she never did." He had called Sasha his beloved Sasha. I was astounded. All these years after his supposed death, while his queen was mourning for him, and his kingdom wept, the great King of Colland, who was supposed to save the magical beings, had simply faked his death, had a son, and been in love with the Dark Princess? This was unheard of.

I put that out of my mind and thought about a different sentence. Or three. "Warloks are different from normal witches and wizards, Son. They are more powerful. They have magic in their blood." Another couple sentences also stood out to me. "A warlock could easily turn a mountain to dust. Imagine what you could do to a simple wall."

A.N. Hahahahaha! I just couldn't make it any longer. If I were to add the rest of what I was going to do, this would be at LEAST three times as long.

Also, you have to be giving me feedback in the comments. Whether you think my book is good, or not, and what I could do to fix it!

~Tessa OUT!