"Do you think theyʼll ever return?"
Aadhya asked, her blue-grey eyes wide as she sat on the couch, her knees clutched to her chest while Siddarth tried to comfort her.
Siddarth had tagged along since his father, The human king, died in the south years ago, now he was the only human that was raised by direwolves.
"No." Muttered Ahan who leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes were their usual color, sky-blue. "Theyʼre probably dead, or worse forgot all about us." His words stung like a slap in the face to Aadhya as she shook her head and protested, "They canʼt be! And Grandmother promised theyʼd be back!!"
Her eyes were filled with tears as she longed for her parents still, even though years had gone by. After that dark night, they never saw their parents again. She knew they were alive, they had to be. Siddarth only glared at Ahan, his fists clenching, "What is your problem? Just ignore him Aadhya , heʼs just being an ass like always."
"Did you say something, blank-face?" Ahan glared but smirked when Siddarth glared back. Loving to irk the human boy.
"Enough." A calm voice said.
"Huh?" Both of the teen boys glanced in the direction of Arth who walked into the room, their eyes wide. Usually he didnʼt say much.
Especially after their parents had left them.
"I said enough. Both of you bickering and Aadhya crying isnʼt going to solve anything." Arth spoke again, his navy-blue eyes focused on them, impassive as always. Just like his fathers.
Both boys fell silent and glared, but knew he was right. They had to come up with some sort of plan, maybe they could go looking for them. Or try to find something they could remember both of their parents by
".I want to see them again, Arth ." Aadhya finally murmured, straightening up. Her eyes filled with determination as she looked at her older brother.
Though they all were born on the same day, their parents separated their birthdays so each one of them had a day to themselves and wouldnʼt argue.
Arth being the first child, picked January, Ahan next picked August. And lastly, Aadhya had chosen December.
Arth spared a glance his sisters way and walked over to her. Gently, he ruffled her hair and gave her a small smile. Which was a rare sight. "Right now, I want you all to sit tight. Iʼll find out where they could be, then we can form a solid plan. And maybe find them and see them again. But you all have to keep this a secret..or else. Iʼll ditch you and figure things out alone as well as go on my own." His smile disappeared as quickly as it had came before he strolled out of the living room and towards his fathers private office.
Intrigued, the trio followed him, curious to know what he was going to do in their fathers office. Also wanting to go in there, it was always off limits. Usually no one but Arth was allowed to go inside. But since both their grandparents werenʼt home, they snuck into the office and peered around.
The walls were thick and white with no decorative wallpaper unlike the rest of the palace and in the very front of the spacious room was a large glass desk, with a black leather chair wedged between the space of the desk. Two matching leather chairs that were a bit smaller and in a different shape sat on the opposite side of the desk. There were bookshelves lined against the walls, full of large and very old books. Along with huge windows with long grey drapes that blocked light from coming into the room, but when opened would shed light and give a fantastic view of the garden and woods outside.
Arth got to work, leaving the trio to admire the inside of their fathers office and become familiar with every detail. He went up to one of the shelves and ran his finger along sides of each and every book until he heard a click sound, his finger stopping on one book in particular. It was a normal book filled with old poems. He shoved it forward, making the clicking noise sound out again and soon the bookshelf moved slowly to the side, revealing a hidden file cabinet and safe.
