Claimed By Zodiacs

Chapter 3

Air Kingdom

#Blaire Bravesky#

"Hey love!" I waved at my brother's holograph in the rainbow message.

Gab's face twisted in annoyance.
"Did you get in trouble again?"

"No! I just miss you," I giddily reply.

He gave me that cold gaze. I could feel the rainbow message freeze with it.

"You're full of crap, you know that? What did you do this time?"

I pouted. "I just passed the trials. I'm a scout already. Don't you want to give your little brother a hug?"

His face softened. It was amazing how different we are. Him being an Aero Guardian and me an Aero Mutable.

"Congratulations," he said, his voice as cold as ice.

"Nothing else?" I prompted.

"If you're looking for an increase in stipend...you won't find anything. I have no penny to give. Did you call Mom about this?" He asked, still as curt as ever.

I nodded. Of course, those expressionless movements of his made him irresistible to women..and also the mole under his right eye. It's a charm, Mom said. That's why women are drawn to him like moths to a flame. It's amazing how mothers twists things just to avoid conflict.

Charm, my ass.

I'm not jealous. Quite the opposite. I get to eat all those goodies the ladies bring.

"How about those presents for you on our doorstep. Can I have those instead?"

Gabriel shrugged. "All yours."

"Blaire! Time for changing rounds! You're up!" Another scout called. Was he James or Dean..? Boy, whatever.

"I need to go bro. See you when I see you!" I waved goodbye.

Gabriel smiled and waved back. The message went off.

"Blaire! Move your lazy ass up here!"

"Coming!" I called back, the wings in my feet twitching at the command. I made an obscene gesture inappropriate to describe then flew off to the sky.

#Gabriel Bravesky#

The rainbow message turned off.

I sighed. My eccentric brother is...well...eccentric. And a pain in the ass. Definitely a pain in the ass.

"Trouble in paradise?" Troy asked, my partner in the castle.

We do rounds in pairs.

I shook my head. "No. Just my brother."

Troy shrugged. "Annoying brothers, eh?"

I shrugged.

"Bravesky!" The voice boomed across the hall.

It was Captain Klein Skyhigh.  Captain of the Guard.

I almost lost my countenance. I snapped into a well-trained salute.

"Bravesky, reporting for duty sir!"

A man of large build at the age of 40, he is a man not to be messed with. With a short cropped silver hair, crooked nose and a permanent scowl in his face, all soldiers are afraid of him. The captain's sharp blue eyes assessed me from head to foot.

"Good, good. You will do," he murmured to himself.

For what? I wanted to ask. But I held my tongue.