Wings of Grace

Chapter 25

      Standing outside the training room, Lyon took several deep breaths. His hand was still shaking with pent up fury, as he reached for the handle to open the door.

     Throughout all his life, since his parents death, Lyon had fought hard in trying to build up an emotional wall to ensure that he would never be left to feel so powerless.  And now -  he felt his whole world had turned upside down and inside out -  again.

     He had been tossing and turning all of last night and had woken up that morning in a sweat. He knew it was crazy, but the incessant dreams that something was wrong with Lara, had sent him over to The Elder's room just in time to hear Ennar's all important words and bring that wall crashing down all around him.

     To say he was angry, was an understatement. When Ennar finally started making sense and explained everything, aided by the help of the Elders, his mind was left spinning. The internal turmoil created, only highlighted his inability to protect Lara.

      How could he have been so blind? 

     How could he have been so ignorant of such important affairs happening right under his very nose? What use was it being King, if everyone was keeping such secrets from him. More importantly, what else didn't he know was happening in his own kingdom?

     Lyon was lucky his sisters had insisted, against his wishes, that they stay in the other world to finish all their educational schooling. He would've hated for them to have gotten involved. And knowing both of them as he did, they would have found some way to be in the thick of it all.

     What about Lara? 

     Lyon wasn't sure how he felt about the fact, that she had also been keeping secrets from him. It didn't help that she had been coerced to do so, as Ennar had explicitly explained. No wonder she had been acting so strange.

     But there was no way he could stay angry with her.

     Just with Ennar...!!!

     That scroll had been a pain in Lyon's side from day one.

     Even the thought of his involvement in Lara's peril predicament, caused Lyon's fingers to curl into a tight fist.

     A grimacing smile covering clenched teeth, sharply contorted his already tight expression. The crease deepened between his eyebrows as they squeezed together, as he remembered the drenching he gave Ennar, with the full brunt of his verbal onslaught, earlier. In fact, each and every one of the individuals within the room had received the severe impact of his shock.

     Hell!! This was his kingdom. 

     How dare they overrule his authority. 

     The accusations flew to each member of The Elders, not forgetting the Zanaltra Council's part in this.

      His tirade, he was sure, could be heard half way across the castle grounds.

     Lyon would have thrown them all in his dungeon, if he could have. It would have given him great satisfaction. But they all were members of the Zanaltra Council and as he knew, they were a law unto themselves and he was powerless to administer such actions.

      How he hated that.

     After slamming the door, leaving the devastation from his verbal earthquake behind, he strode with heavy footsteps towards the training room. To the one person he hadn't been able to stop thinking about since he met her. The one he dared to hope would understand.

     Life was hard in his world. Falling asleep as a young child and waking up with all the responsibilites of an adult. There was little in the way of creature comforts if you weren't born into royalty or the aristocracy. Working or fighting in battle, from 8 hours to 18 hours a day was not considered unusual.