Wanderess

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

The City of Light was indeed a beauty to behold. The gates to the city were practically sparkling in the sunshine of morning. The glistening spectacle was wide open, inviting all in with wide open arms. Embracing those who cross the threshold in warmth and comfort.

The city indeed lived up to its name. The buildings were large and expansive, and the sunlight of mid-morning seemed to bounce off the structures. Most of the buildings and skyscrapers were constructed wholly of glass. Designed to amplify the amount of light in the city no doubt. It almost appeared that the city seemed to glow with sunlight. It was done on purpose; Fayre knew that already though. Her many lessons consisted of knowing the outer cities that belonged to neither kingdom. She learned of their leaders, of their histories and their cultures. She learned of their architecture and what each city did in the Beginning.

The City of Light was responsible for the success of the architecture in Solas and Malvat alike. The Cities tend to be neutral when it comes to conflict between the two kingdoms- and this one was no different. The City of Dark caused the agriculture to flourish all year long. The Cities of Dusk and Dawn were for technological advancements and trade between the territories of Paradisum. Each had a purpose and a place in society on the continent.

Adrian and Fayre drove in through the gates guarding the city. The tinted windows securing their identities. If they were discovered, surely panic would ensue. They weren't exactly insignificant individuals, let alone together. The drive into the City was peaceful, but Fayre could see the weariness sinking into the Prince's features the closer they drew to their destination. They needed to find somewhere safe to stay where they could rest and recuperate.

Faces passed the car and blurred in the Princess's eyes. Faces blended and rushed by as the outside world was so close, yet so far away. She almost let her eyes close and rest on the cool glass of the window if not for the flash of golden eyes in the blur of colours.

Reds, blues, greens, oranges. All sorts of colours flooded Fayre's senses. Something she had dreamed of most of her life- an escape from the plain tones and the whites of being an Angel.

But gold, that gold she had only seen twice in her life.

Once in her mother's eyes.

"Stop the car."

"Wha- Fayre, what are you doing? Fayre, no, stop. Fayre get back in the car! At least let me pull over."

She wasn't listening. Adrian had slowed down to let pedestrians cross the path before them and Fayre took that advantage, opening the car door and stepping out.

"Fayre! Where are you going?" She just shut the door behind her.

She followed the flash of gold, her eyes tracking the movement of the dark head of hair. Those eyes were unmistakable. She had to know.

She heard the scuffle behind her as Adrian hastily pulled over the car, honking at the people crossing the roads to move. She heard him slam the car door and the locking of the vehicle.

She heard him running to catch up to her, "Fayre. Where are you going!?"

She did not heed him. She barely even registered where she was. She was gaining on the golden eyed woman- she had to know.

The Princess of Light felt the Dark at her side, only it didn't frighten her as it once did. The bob of black hair was getting closer and closer. She reached out to touch the woman's shoulder. Her hand made contact with the soft cotton of the woman's jacket. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest, Fayre could feel each reparation throughout her entire body. Everything around her disappeared except herself and the moment before her.

The woman began to turn, and static filled the Princess's ears.

Her face was the same as she had last seen it. Her hair much darker- clearly died, but her beauty was still very much devastating. Her sharp features only seemed older by the least margin and her eyes sparkled with life. She looked happy.

She looked like their mother.

"Isa?"