Creatures of Eviood High - Forever Shattered (#2)

3. Dreams...again

3. Dreams...again

Delestra paced in front of the throne, her hands behind her back, movements slow and graceful. Her golden hair shined in the light of the two torches next to the throne. Her long, white dress flowed in the small breeze that had found it's way through the cracks in the stone castle.

"You have taken my throne" she said calmly, as if it was a simple statement.

The man in the throne leaned back and chuckled slightly. Through the darkness, only his eyes were noticeable. Bright green, full with power.

"Indeed I have, what of it?" he said, trying to tease her.

He knew of her power, he knew what she could do, and he wanted her to use it, to let it out.

"To warn you, this path you are taking leads to not a good end."

"Does it matter? I'm king now."

"YOU ARE NO KING!" she roared at him.

The man chuckled again, and leant forward but Delestra did not break her stride.

"Depends on whose opinion it is" he smirked.

Delestra stopped pacing and turned to the man. She was angry with him, he was ruthless, reckless, mindless and merciless. He even killed children, and Delestra hasn't even had the thought.

"I will kill you" she said so softly, a pin could be heard if it was dropped. "Let me rephrase. My daughter will kill you."

The man laughed so hard, he nearly fell out of the throne he sat in. Delestra was upset that he didn't.

"You think I am some sort of evil, no? But look at you. You're a Powerist, the twelfth. No green or purple eyes though; you're royal. And your eyes are red. Why is that? You chose evil and here you are, accusing me of being just that?"

"I DID NOT CHOSE THIS!" she roared at him. "YOU KNOW THAT POWERIST'S CANT CHOSE WHEN ROYAL!"

The man thought that Delestra looked so beautiful when she was mad. Her face still pale, and looked like porcelain. Red, full lips and red eyes with eyelashes so thick, it looked like she was wearing mascara.

But looks can be deceiving.

The dragon within Delestra stirred and dragged itself onto the edge of her conscious.

The man could feel her dragon, and it's restlessness. The longing to get out, to be free and he smiled."It's powerful, isn't it. The beast stirs within you and you don't even flinch. It's a part of you now. A deathly part."

Delestra growled. She did not like where this conversation was going. She was only a week old and her baby was due in 39 weeks. She removed one hand from behind her back and placed it on her belly. She could feel the smallest thump of a heart, not just ready to be used independently.

"Beautiful thing, isn't it?" he purred and Delestra glared at him. "She could make a beautiful queen."

The man was able to change the appearance of his age, but Delestra could see the old, crumbling man underneath the handsome, but evil illusion that stood before her.

"YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" she roared, the ground slightly shaking. Delestra pulled out a hidden dagger and placed it on her chest, tip pointing down. The daggers hilt was gold with a red gem in the middle, and a few surrounding it. Intricate patterns had been carved into the golden hilt, made out of Icronus, the strongest metal known to creatures; the blade made by the same metal, but different colour.