Dragon Twins (Pending rewrite)

Chapter 3

Aldi

I stared at him in shock, my mouth hanging open. Whatever I was expecting him to say, that was not it.

As soon as I mustered up the courage to speak, someone came barging in through the doors. Someone who made my jaw hang even lower.

"Dang it! I missed everything!" Prince Aden Highmourn said. "Father, you said I would be the one to tell her!"

Prince Aden was of average height, too, same black hair and muscularity as his father. But what made me drop to my knees was his hand. A birthmark the shape of a dragon was on the back of his left hand, completely identical to the one on my right. And then I saw the piercing green eyes, also identical to my own.

"Kiara, are you ok?" He asked, using that foreign name.

I tried to speak, but the words didn't form on my lips. I just sat there, staring at nothing.

"Kia-"

"That's not my name! My name is Aldi Legace, and in case you didn't hear, I am the Ghost of Mordar!" I burst out. "Just let me go already!" I felt tears slide down my cheeks. I've never cried. Why did I have to do so now?

I tried getting up, but my legs wouldn't work. I noticed everyone had left, leaving just the three of us.

"Bring her to the room, and make sure you have the best men guarding her," the King said. "I'll be in council with the other lords. We will discuss this later."

"Yes, Father." He gently helped me up, but I was still too shocked to react to his touch.

He led me out of the Throne Room, oblivious to the stares the guards were giving him. This time I did not pay attention to any of the hallways we took. My brain was still functioning over how I, Mordar's most wanted thief, was the long lost Princess Kiara.

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The story goes that I was found on the coast of the Algante River by Draco Legace, the former Ghost of Mordar. He said he had seen the mark on my hand to know I was special, so he took me in. I grew up with his son, Calvin Legace, learning how to fight, hide, and steal. When it was time for him to pick the next Ghost, he chose me, because of the mark. Calvin became jealous, but never left my side. He was there for me, and I was there for him.

I stopped. Calvin. Where was he? Was he captured, too?

"Kiara?" Aden turned to where I was standing, in the middle of a random hallway. "What's wrong?" He took a step.

Again with that cursed name. "Nothing's wrong. Just keep going."

"If you want to talk-"

"Just. Keep. Going."

He shrugged and continued onward. Soon enough, we stopped at a door. By the look of the amount of guards surrounding the door, I was guessing this was my room.

I smirked, "Do I get the pleasure of having them watch me while I sleep?"

Oblivious to the little quip, Aden opened the door and led me in. The room was not as big as I expected it to be. One singular bedroom, with a bathing room and a dressing room. It looked more like a room suited for a servant. Which I guessed it was, seeing as I had just come, and they didn't have time to set up an actual room.

The bed was furnished with red and gold blankets. On the nightstand next to the bed stood the symbol of Mordar, the Wyvren. Next to the Wyvren stood a stack of books. I ran right towards them, a huge grin forming on my lips.

"Who knew the Ghost loved to read?" Aden came up behind me. "You'd think she'd be too busy filing her nails with knives."

I may not be what most people expected of the Ghost. Not to say I wasn't good at my job -which I was- but I was a lot nicer than most people thought. Since no one knew who the Ghost actually was, I've been able to go about the town of Odin undetected. When I wasn't on a job, I was usually helping out around town. I made sure Calvin and Draco never found out about that.

"Are you still here, or in your dreamland again?" Aden snapped me out of my thoughts. He had been talking, but I was too distracted to pay attention. I seemed to be in and out of my thoughts a lot more recently.

"Who brought these books here?"

He put his hand in his pockets, "When I heard you were coming, I thought you might like them." He sorted through them and picked one up. "This one's my favorite." the title was The Lost Prince. "It's about a boy who grew up in an orphanage before he found out he was the long lost prince..." he stopped when he heard the irony. "I'm sorry, I-"

"It's okay." I nodded towards the bed, "Now am I able to sleep, or am I still destined to the gallows?"

He smirked, "I'll leave you now, but don't forget to read those books."

I smiled as he left, and then tears ran down my cheeks. I've never had a real family before. Yes, Calvin and Draco were my family, but this felt so much more real.