Ancient Worlds

Chapter 1

"You could have saved us to!" I screamed, tears rolling down my stained cheeks causing a slight burn on them. The adrenaline still pumping through my veins as the cold wind didn't seem to phase me just yet.

"You didn't think I tried to save you two?" he heaved a heavy sigh as he spoke them, calmer more collected than I was just two minutes ago screaming and flailing my arms around. "Months, even years I never gave up on either you. From the day they ripped you out of my arms and stole you away I fought, lied, cheated, killed to find you." He looked so much older and worn now than he did all those years ago. He had become hardened with the cruelty of the world. I couldn't see it of course because I was so angry for so long that he had forgotten me. "You and your mother were everything to me." he slumped down against the wall almost defeated.

"She talked about you all the time. Always told me the stories of her hero that never stopped fighting. She would hear stories of you and tell them to me when I was supposed to be sleeping." I paused looking at the blanket she had once wrapped around herself in my room on those late nights watching over me. "Of course I was always so curious why she would cry at night when everyone else in the palace was asleep and why she was not with the King, but here with me." It hurt to almost speak words about her. "Now understanding it's because I was the only thing left she had of you." More hot tears rolled down as I clutched to the blanket desperately with everything I had in me.

"She gave you the name that she hated for all those times I wanted it. Mila." he chuckled looking at his palms clasped together upon his knees. "It always sounded to much like her own she didn't want it." I smiled a little. "What's the rest?" I paused looking up to him, my name. He wanted to know my name.

"Mila Octavia Ann Stewart, that's what she would call me." I spoke almost to softly, but I knew he heard me because he cracked a smile upon his face lightening up the old worn skin.

"She loved the name Octavia. Octavia Ann, that's who you were going to be because Mila was out of the question." for a moment I saw him at his most vulnerable moment, where he was remembering my mother.

This was my father, the man who gave life to me, but did not raise me. A man who fought to find me and save my mother and I from where we were being held. Although it wasn't a prison of sorts, more like a tormented hell for my mother mostly while her offsprings were raised by one of the crowned rulers to ensure the survival and safety of her young.

"Has he been good to you?" the question threw me off guard I almost stumbled backwards.

"Yes, he was good to both of us." I said eyeing him.

"Tell me about your childhood," he was almost begging me at this point. I felt bad almost sorry for him.

"Well I don't remember him in the beginning. Mother was always there and the other five boys that are my brothers. We all grew up together. As the boys got older they spent more time with the King. Mother said one day he will come for me as well to train me. The years went by when the youngest boy was finally taken away and I was left alone. Mother at the time was coming and going so quickly she didn't always have a lot of time to stop." I paused taking a deep sigh. Each brother raised, trained, pushed to the limits all to one day become King of their own land. Mother of course said there was a lot more to it than just that though. Each would become their own King to something special that one day I would become Queen uniting us all. How do you unite something that has been broken all my life?

"He never played with you?" he asked a growl emitting from his chest.

"No, I have only met the King a few times for super and or parties." I said. "I am otherwise not allowed in his presence he has more important things to take care of. For instance training the five half brothers I half." I snickered at him. His face looked longed like he aged so much just by the discussion we were having. I look up without realizing finding myself staring into a mirror.