Celestial Growing pains.

Chapter 23: New Me.

After twenty minutes Gruya had me thrown over her shoulders kicking and screaming. Past several mortified royals who no doubt thought I was acting like a spoiled child. Coming to a dead end Gruya placed her hand on the panel of black glass. Her hand was scanned and a door opened from the black glass. It was a hidden door.

Once the door was open Gruya dumped my body roughly on the slick floor. Landing on my backside with a thud.

That would leave a bruise!

Panting I rose to chase after breathless but Gruya had not even broke a sweat during my struggling to get free. The floor closes behind her my hands smacking it in frustration. The panel beside the door would only read error any time I touched it.

I was locked into his room and there was no way of escaping it.

For the first time I noticed my surroundings. I was in what I assumed was an entry way. A black suit jacket hung on a peg in the hallway. French doors opened into a large sitting room. Through the livingroom I ran my fingers over the luxuriously modern couches hovering inches from the floor.The large kitchen was off to the side. A long hallway lead further into the quarters. Two doors on each side and one at the end.

The first door lead to an office. I made my way to the massive wooden desk with a digital portrait. Leaning over to view the picture better I placed my hands on the desk. The desk lit up screens popping on the surface. Jumping back exiting the room like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

He would not like it if he knew I was messing with his things.

Turning the second knob I peaked my head inside expecting to find him in one of the rooms. But the room was empty. Unlike the other rooms carpet covered this floor. The color of the walls were a soft yellow. A decorative large window faced the setting sun. The room must of been at the end of the castle because infront of me stood a forest leading to two great mountains. The view was even more spectacular than the view I had shared with grandfather. Memories of the short time we shared engulfing me in sorrow.

I had to find out if he was alive somehow.

Turning from the window I repeated the process of shutting the door and opening the only door left. Inside was a massive bedroom fit for a king. The largest bed I was sure was ever made sat in the middle of the room facing another majestic view. Black thin curtains covering part of the large windows leading out to a balcony. A desk sat in a corner surrounded by a bookshelf contains books of every shape, size and color. I knew better than to touch this desk. A small sitting area was in this room also. Two doors were in the room. One leading to a walk in closet and the other a master bathroom. A large pool like the one in her suit at Nix in the bathroom. A marble sick stretched out across one wall. A few hygiene products were lined up i perfect order on the left side of the long bathroom sink. So caught up in admiring his style of living I had not noticed my own reflection in the grand mirrors above the countertop.

For the first time since the memory transfer I was seeing my reflection but I barley recognized myself. Grandfather had explained that when a being went through the transfer their appearance would change taking on who they really were on the inside. I had assumed I would look more like my grandfather because generally that was how it normally went. That was why even though the other heirs were half alien they looked mostly humanize They changed during the transfer reflecting more of their Elders genes. Starring at my reflection I brought my hand to my face. My heart filled with sadness and my head with confusion. The looks from the nurses made sense. While you could tell I was still of the human race there was no missing the prominent Zexri features.

My once wavy black hair now held beautiful wild curls. Not a dead end of sight. Drawing my attention back to my face I felt as though I was viewing myself for the first time in my life. Across my brow lay the same black specks forming a crown just like the king had. Taking a step closer I leaned across the cold sink to look closer at my eyes. While they were still blue a single star shone in both corners of my pupils. The star was silver no one could miss it. This was new...
Never before had I seen any of the species with eyes like mine not even the king.

Where did this gene even come from?!?

Emotion after emotion washed over me. I was supposed to be staring back at myself seeing my grandfather but instead all I saw was Zexri. The beasts who no doubt despised me. It was painful to look at myself and see a part of the being who almost killed the man who saved my life.

Was I really Zexri in the inside?

Pulling the wrinkled scrub bottoms down and the top over my head I stood before the mirror admiring my naked body. The black vines had finally stopped taking up the entire one side of my body. Jewels that had been forming were now complete. Deep azure jewels dangled from the vines so detailed you would have thought they had been glued on. The tattoo was large.

Why did it have to be so big?

It flourished even on my foot. Roaming my hands over the engravings I took every inch in. Afraid to miss any details.

While I looked fierce the bags under my eyes told tales of exhaustion and my ribs were beginning to stick out. The food on this planet was strange and my stomach was not willing to take in food due to my stress.

Deciding to wash away the hospital grime from my body I filled the pool allowing myself to sink deeper. Starting at the ceiling. It looked to be a scene from a battle. The artist had taken painstaking detail on every figure. The beings in fierce armor were the Zexri and the red species. The red being who had given me the creeps and my introduction. The same planet my grandfather has been negotiating peace with. It was no wonder they were not liked very much. It had to be said of them that they were brave to face the Zexri on the battle field.

Brave or stupid.

It was obvious by the bloody scenes over head that the red beings failed in their attempt to take over. The war had ended in the Zexri's favor. No shock there. If what the old healer had said was true these Zexri beings were breed for war. Unable to stomach the scenes any longer I rinsed the bubbles and stepped out coming to the realization I had brought no clothes in with me. Heck I wasn't sure if I had clothes in the whole freaking castle.

Through my bath I had listened for footsteps this time. I would not be caught off guard like last time. But I was alone. Wrapping the towel tighter around my body I tiptoed to the walk in closet. Black shirts, pants and even pajamas made up it's contents.

These people sure do love black. I thought eerily.

The other half of the closet was empty.

Great. So either I wear his clothes or sleep in the towel. But I believed that would be more dangerous than wearing his clothes. At least they would cover more. Dropping the towel I yanked on the sweat pants and soft shirt. The whole whole feeling paranoid. The pants drug the ground and hung off my waist. The king was huge even compared to the other Zexri I had seen. 

The bed was made but his scent cling to it. I felt the pull to climb in and submerge myself in his scent allowing the guilty pleasure to comfort me. But the image of General Alzeez lying bleeding in the hospital bed would not allow me. The couch before the bed had a soft throw draped across its back. Lying down I pulled the blanket over my body. I was no match for this type of exhaustion. I fell asleep anxiety crippling my heart.