Ethereal [COMPLETED]

XXII.Oyster Gold

Ethereal|22

•Angelina•

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"So as promised, I went and searched for something in my parents study. Wity the company of my brother that is. We found a paper in my parents' study," Dora said. "We need help."

But there was no paper within their hold nor were they holding any thing at all. And what kind of help did they need?

We all waited for any of them to further elaborate, which led to an unrequited awkward silence. When Dora noticed that we didn't catch on what she said, she finally opened her mouth and continued talking.

"We need help as in a 'bigger person' type of help. Someone responsible." A couple of 'ahh' and 'oh' went around the circle; she needs my father's help on whatever she found. I concluded.

"I am sure the King will not mind on what we want to ask for. Or at least I hope he doesn't." said Dylan. I nodded. He won't, he only does if it concerns me. I noticed that he does that a lot, Dylan does. He talks his whole mind out, the last part was for himself but he said it out loud.

Andrew cleared his throat, "May I see it? That thing you found." He said formally, shifting his gaze from Dora to Dylan and vice versa. This meeting was so tense. They were all talking formally, no pun intended.

"Why is that?" Said Dora.

Knowing my brother, I'm sure he thinks that the Devils set this plan upon us to befall our city, It is the way Andrew thinks, anyways. You never know, anyhow.

"I am the crown prince after all, I have as much right as my father does in the realm matters. And if you want to talk to my father about something, then I don't see any problem with sharing it with me too." My brother said calmly, looking the paradoxical crown prince straight in the eyes.

"I have to agree." Started Dylan.

My brother arched an eyebrow, "But?" Of course, there has to be a but.

Dylan did not answer, But when he looked around the table then back at my brother I understood what he meant.

He is not here for our sake, he is here for his. I can not blame him, though, we are arch-enemies after all. His sister cares about us, yes. But that does not have to mean he does too. But what could he have found that me and the twins can not hear about? Now I am curious.

"I will not show them," Andrew said, I snorted but covered it with a cough. Even the person that did not know him did not believe him; which is Dora, she shook her head at his comment.

She nudged her brother so he took up talking again.

"And how shall I believe you?" Dylan said, which I think intimidated my brother, he was not used to being daunted like that from a Demon, neither was any of us but you get my point...

"I don't know, aren't they your friends or something, Don't you trust them?" And fell the facade, which made Dylan smirk. The devil took my brothers stuttering as a sign of weakness, which in some point is true but not completely.

Andrew was not weak, he just doesn't know how to act sometimes, and this time is one of them. Everybody in the table knew that he was going to tell me the moment they turn their heads around.

"I made my mind," Dylan said standing up, "My talking is straight from me to your father." he nodded for Dora to get up. "But don't you worry, you can still be inside the room with us, that if you want of course." I wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk off his face.