He walked out into a large open area where I saw a lots of people. I saw multiple rows of seats after seats on the sides as I crawled down the aisle. It looked like the entire kingdom of Ovzdusia was here.
My skin crawled as I felt lingering gazes of dozens of people. I felt… disgusted. I was disgusted of my own self.
He climbed the stairs of a podium and I followed up behind him. He stopped in front of his throne and so did I.
Everyone could see me now. Weak. Kneeling. Helpless.
I closed my eyes.
I know the drill. I know how to deal with this. I needed to shut my senses. I needed to stop seeing anyone, hearing anyone and feeling anyone.
Xillian started saying something, addressing his Kingdom. I tuned him out.
I just need to… let go.
It will be over soon.
It will be over.
Nik will come save me.
I just need to be strong until he gets here.
I love him with all my heart. I hope he still does too.
Please. Just come save me. Just love me.
I felt a throbbing pain on my cheek and sent me flying back and I sprawled on the floor, a cry tore through my throat.
I clutched my cheek where Xillian had just slapped me.
“How many times do I have to tell you to open your eyes?” He snarled.
The only thought that ran in my mind was that this time, my body hadn’t betrayed me and listened to him. In fact, I didn’t even hear him.
“Stand up.” He snapped.
A scowl formed on my face when I did. I hadn’t wanted to.
“It’s time to finish the prophesy, faye. Use your powers and make me the King of Jivan!” He ordered. “I will rule this world!”
An old memory flashed in front of my eyes.
“Would me being a faye be so bad?” I asked in a small voice.
“No.” Nikolai said quickly as he spun around to look me in the eye. “It’s just- even implying that you are one, will put you in mortal danger.” He said evasively.
“There was a prophesy about six hundred years ago which implied faeries will help rule the world. All the power hungry werewolves and vampires captured faeries, forcing them to turn them into the king or a queen.” Rhazien said softly. “Most of them escaped to a different dimension we know nothing about, but still, many were slaughtered, the ones who survived are either underground or under protection of vampire kingdom or a werewolf pack. But I doubt they are even alive It is… dangerous to be a faye.”
And then Leikos and Darius wanted my heart to become immortal.
I hadn’t paid much mind to it after. Nobody had harassed me. I loved our people and all of them loved me back. But they’re my pack members, not power hungry cruel people. They liked me for me, not because I’m a faye.
I knew nothing about the prophesy. But whatever he wanted me to do, I didn’t want to. If I can help it, he’s going to be the king of nothing!
I felt another mind numbing sting against my cheek. A sharp cry tore through my mouth and I collapsed on the floor because of Xillian’s blow.
I heard a hiss and my eyes snapped in front of me to see Papa.
I gasped.
Four people were holding him. They had silver chains tied around his wrists and a thick one around his waist.
“Papa..” My voice cracked.
“Release her or else I will drown your entire fucking kingdom.” Papa snarled.
Xillian let out a cruel smirk. “I’d love to see you try. Water is made out of air. H2O. Hydrogen and oxygen. I’ll simply break the bond and turn it into air again.”
Oh Goddess.
“Do whatever you want with me.” He glared at Xillian. “Just let her go.” His tone turned pleading.
“No!” I croaked, my throat clogging up.
I kept looking at Papa. His hair were dishevelled and so were his clothes. His eyes had a wild look in them. He kept his eyes locked to Xillian’s.
I silently pleaded him to look at me.
But he didn’t.
Maybe he was disgusted with me too. I was. I couldn’t believe how weak I was being. I wasn’t a firefly, I was… I was a damsel in distress. Not the powerful Queen I and everyone else thought me to be.
When I needed my powers the most, I couldn’t use them. I used them well when I was angry and always ended up hurting the ones I love. But I’m useless when it comes to saving them.
My eyes lowered.
I’m useless.
“Fine.” Xillian replied. “If you survive a hundred silver coated lashes, you can leave with her.”
No…
I cried loudly. “No!”
Papa won’t survive it.
I sobbed.
I have seen what just silver tipped lashes can do. And this was silver coated… that too a hundred of them.
No…