A Mortal and an Alvian (A Zayn Malik and Perrie Edwards fanfiction)

unceremonious ceremony

 

NOTE: read the prologue or else you wouldn't understand the terms that are used in this chapter.

Enjoy my readers and fans of 1D and LM:)

The house was full of festivities.Men dressed up in their best suits and women in their best gowns were gathered in the hall. A soft music played in the background over which Alvians could be heard singing along or laughing or greeting each other. Chefs were  working feverishly in the kitchens and whenever anyone left through the door, delicious mouth-watering smell would escape making the alvians stomach grumble. 

All these celebrations and preparations were held for the boy named Zayn Malik, who is to be crowned as a Quietus.

Zayn was sitting in his room, indifferent to all these festivities or atleast he was pretending to turn a deaf ear to all the hubbub happening inside the house. He was sitting on the edge of his well-made bed from the past few hours, staring constantly ahead at the blue wall of his room as if stunned by its color. Nothing was happening as per his plans. After contemplating everyday and every night, he still found himself on the same spot. It felt to him like all the plans he made was running along the circumference of a circle, meant to bring him back to the starting point. Though his affection for his family was undeniable, he still hated the fact that he was the son of a Quietus and that automatically makes him the next which he wished to escape.

His Alvian father, Lukas was the previous Quietus. The thing that was eating at Zayn's insides more was the fact that he was being tagged to it at the cost of Lukas demotion who loved it but wasn't capable of it. Lukas heart was kind and could never see any Alvian or mortal in pain while this job requires someone totally opposite to that. It wasn't like Zayn was cruel or his heart was full of savageness but for some reason, Trio found him much more promising contender than his father.

'Zayn, it's about time, son. everyone's ready.' His mother, Arabella said from outside the door.

but I'm not. He whispered under his breath. Sighing, he got to his feet and took off his favorite cap that was a gift from his granddad. How he wished him to be beside him right now! But that wasn't possible as he was hoolumed many years ago. Nothing was left of him. Destroyed.

 he heard people chattering and laughing as he descended.

"Here he comes", his mother made the not much needed epiphany. All eyes were already fixed on him. He cursed under his breath. It's not like he hates attention. He's alright with it but only as long as it is for something that he appreciates. This moment certainly wasn't in that list. Infect, he never dreamed about it. If they think that this job being handed down to me is their greatest move then I highly doubt their decision. He thought. This job does not require a person like me.

As he looked over to Lukas, he saw a trace of melancholic emotions in his eyes but Lukas cleared them soon when he caught Zayn's eyes. Lukas can make all efforts possible, but he knew how he feels and that knowledge kills him even more.

This job does not require a person like me. Its not me. Its you. He whispered as he looked over to Lukas. 

Lukas six feet one inch frame sulked as his eyes fell on the crown in his hand and even the royal magenta dress found it hard to disguise his sadness, at least from Zayn. Though he perfectly veiled his emotions and looked as handsome as ever, his eyes and twenty-one years of time that he spent in growing him up told Zayn otherwise.