Written In The Stars .

Counting Stars .

A/N: so the prologue was the longest thing I've ever ever ever written on this bluhdeh wattppad ! :) I loved it & I hoped you did too :)

I have this master mind genius plan coming together in my head . I just hope it goes well :)
Unedited just like the first .

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A dark haired young man walked into a dimly lit room. The walls of the room were ancient and thus cracks from centuries ago were evident on it's surface.

The young man no more than 21 walked out unto the balcony which overlooked a wide stretch of land. It was already dark so there wasn't much to see apart from what the Castle Candles lit up.

There was an older man looking out to the field as if searching for something or someone.

The younger man took a bow before the old man as a sign of respect for the obviously higher authority.

"The time has come Nicodameus. Your brother, Sebastian must have informed you of the rumours of revolts and a revolution by our people? " The old man spoke slowly and quietly. So no one would hear them.

"Yes Sir. But what do our plans have to do with the rumours of a Scottish revolution? It is already enough that we have tried to gain back our independence from the English. Clearly, the previous generation wasn't ready for that. But I don't think the legend states that we would have anything to do with the war that is coming. In fact, I don't think the legend should be trusted."

"Do not speak of The legend in such a manner again Nico ! The Legend must and will come to pass. It is our only way of gaining back our throne from the hands of the English. "

"Then why have you Called me here Father?" Nico said sighing. He wasn't ready to argue with his old yet wise father. If he said the legend will come, it will.

"Our ancestors said they saw a star in the sky. But it fell and there arose a new one. A brighter one. Stronger and more powerful. But with the rise of the latter star in the sky, the stronger one fell. And the latter one reigned but with a new star. The black star."

"What are you trying to say father? " Nico asked puzzled. He had heard a lot of theories about his Royalty, their past and their future but not this.

"You are the heir to the throne of Scotland. But with the people's forgotten way of life and culture you will not be recognised until you defeat the star."

"Father , what are you saying? Defeat a star? What star?" Nico looked up. Surprisingly , there were no stars in the sky and the wind blew furiously against the old Castle walls. Lightning struck and thunder boomed further away deep Into the heart of the Scottish Highlands.

"Our line shall reign again. With the coming of the Black star. All in due time my boy. All in due time." With that, the old man walked away. Nico was still puzzled.

If only he knew the impending doom awaiting him.

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Two weeks.
It had been two weeks since she arrived in London.
Two weeks since she moved in with her new family.
Two weeks since she crashed the black Mesarti.
Few days.
It had been few days since she last left the house.
Few days since her first encounter with the master of her dreams.
Few days since she felt the cold empty feeling at the pit of her stomach.
Few hours.
Few hours since she had her last dream. One of many that had been and many to come.

Demi walked down the stairs she had began to get used to over the past few days. The smell of bacons , sausages, waffles & scrambled eggs filled the air.

The house was big and so was the kitchen staff. As she approached the kitchen, Demi could hear the loud shouts made by none other than Chief Chef & French man, Pascal .
She was used to that now. His food was made to perfection. His secret, his voice. None other could beat the voice of The Master Chef himself. Not even Gordon Ramsey.

Demi made her way to the large dining hall and sat on the chair nearest to the exit, just by the seat at the end. That was Harry's special seat.

Harry strolled in casually, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice in his hands. Demi looked at his frog patterned socks, grey sweats and bare upper body covered in nothing but black ink.

"Ran out of shirts already? Or you're just trying to get my attention pretty boy?" She asked Harry flashing him a cheeky grin.

"Very funny Demmis the menace. I just thought it'd be cool to show you what you're missing out on now that you're my sister..." he said smirking at her. He loved playing these games with her. Typical Harry Cross though.

"You better get a shirt on young man cause you'll be needing it where you two are going. " Robert said walking in with Sharon by his side.

"What do you mean?" Demi asked as she helped herself to a glass of apple juice and two waffles.

" Harry hasn't told you yet? The both of you are going off to Edinburgh for college this fall."

Demi nearly spat out the juice she had been drinking.
" What do you mean Edinburgh? Isn't that like.. I dunno, up north, where .. I dunno far from you guys?"

"Don't be scared Demi , its just roughly about an hour away from London by air. Plus, it's a really good school you two will be going to. Saint Luke's historical college of Scotland." Sharon said helping Robert as she took a seat next to Demi.

" huh ? Saint who of Scot what? Isn't it enough I moved to England? Now i have to move to Scotland too? Darn ."

"At least, you're taking the news well. When I heard it , I crashed dad's Feragamo into the stables."

Demi looked at him in disbelief. She didn't understand how that was a bad thing. They replaced cars faster than they breathed in air in the Cross household.

"Your mother's right . I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's a boarding school soo..."

At that, both Demi and Harry spat out the contents of food and juice In their mouths.

"Whoaaa dad ! you didn't tell me that." Harry said looking up at his father. Robert didn't budge. He only rolled his eyes at the two teens who had just exhibited a high level of immaturity before him.

"It's behaviour like this that got me thinking about the boarding school bit. I can't have you two embarrassing your mother and I. So, I called in a few favours and you two will be staying at an apartment not too far from the school. You can thank Papa Cross later."

Demi and Harry looked at eachother. They found it funny when Robert referred to himself as Papa Cross but not today.

As Demi looked down to her plate and the mess she had made a voice whispered in her ear,
" The sword is not yours to hold.
The heart of Scotland holds it all.
The dreams of the nobles shall come.
The Monarch of stars shall rise.
The dream of Scotland here lies."

Demi slapped her ear. The voice had stopped speaking. Everyone had already left. She didn't even notice their departure. She looked around and saw nothing or no one . The windows were shut and the curtains were drawn. But nothing could explain the voice or the chills that ran down her back. The empty cold feeling at the pit of her stomach. The dream of the sword was all she could remember.
"No one could lift it. Not even Arthur. " the voice from her dreams had said.

She looked around again as Harry came in, startling her.

"You coming or nah? Your new horse isn't going to wait forever you know."