Grayson The landscape looked familiar, at least, even if it was on fire. I figured if I headed back to Alderei in this realm, I would find a way back to Abigail. I didn’t know what else to do. All I knew was I wasn’t dead. Abigail was alive. I kept seeing traces of her everywhere, images of her almost guiding my way. One morning I saw her sitting by a fire, just staring. Another day, when the cliff where we married came into view, I saw her sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing one of my shirts and crying. She always looked so sad. So alone. I wanted to comfort her and tell her she didn’t need to grieve me – I’m alive. I never approached her after she disappeared the first time I tried. I knew it wasn’t really her anyway – she may be gorgeous, but she didn’t actually glow in reality. These images did, not to mention I could see right through her. It was almost as if she were a beacon, lighting my way back. Every time I saw her image, I felt the light inside me grow. I worr
Catherine “What is he saying, Papa?” I asked, reaching out for my father’s hand. A bad feeling washed over me. “What prophecy?”“I don’t know, Cat,” he answered.“I know the prophecy,” Thomas looked at my father and sighed. “Sit down, and I’ll tell it to you… you too, Princess.” He looked past the rest of us.We all looked to see Abby standing there. She looked… numb. She nodded and sat down next to Rose. None of us had realized she was awake. How much had she heard?I reached over and took Rose’s hand. She smiled at me gratefully, but I could tell she was worried. I kissed her forehead and whispered, “It will all be alright, my love.”“I only know it as a short poem,” Thomas began. “If memory and my hearing serves, the prince knew at least the first part of it as a nursery rhyme – I’m fairly certain I heard him singing it to Abigail a few times while we were all falling asleep. Though I don’t think he remembered it correctly.”I looked at Abby, but she just sat there, eyes dry. R
RoseWe moved slowly as we made our way back home. The king was not the strong man he was ten years ago, and Abigail’s stomach was becoming more cumbersome. The way back seemed far more treacherous, as well, with dangers real and imagined around every corner. Every day, we fought off something: a bear, wolves, a pack of kobolds. It seemed as though something had awoken in the forest and whatever it was wanted us dead, in the worst possible way. We were constantly on edge and none of us had had a proper sleep since we left the Sea.I watched as my sister grew somehow both bigger and smaller. As the babies grew within her, she herself seemed to become less. She still hadn’t spoken a word since we left the Black Keep, though she had become more communicative through other means, and would allow others to touch her again. Despite these improvements, her sadness was killing us both.“Stupid question, I know,” Cat said one evening as she sat down next to me, “but are you okay?” I had walk
CatherineI stood up quickly, sword drawn, and stood in front of Abigail and Rose. Let the others figure out who that man was, Abigail was my responsibility, as was Rose, and I would protect them at all costs. What Rose had just told me ran through my head as I watched my father address this strange man by name. “Duke Stefan?” Father said, “What are you doing here? How did you find us?”The duke appeared shocked and embraced my father tightly, “Your Highness, to see you again, alive and well, is a blessing greater than I would have ever wished for.”Aryk bowed to the duke, appearing very confused. “My lord, to what do we owe the pleasure? You are far from home.”“I have been searching for you for many weeks, Lord Aryk,” he looked at the rest of us for the first time, but didn’t appear to find who, or what, he was looking for. “Where is my nephew? Where is Grayson?” He sounded panicked. “Dead,” said a voice I hadn’t heard in weeks. Abby stood up and walked over to the man I now knew
Grayson“You have to be joking,” I said to my father. “Do you honestly think I would allow you to kill my unborn children? Or help you with whatever you are planning, for that matter?”“So you choose to let her die?” My father almost seemed… pleased?“No. She will not die. I will be there with her when she gives birth. She will not die.” I felt myself becoming increasingly angry. How could he even suggest that?“And how do you plan to get to her without my help?” he sneered. “Just like I’ve done everything else - on my own. Now leave.”“You do not command me, boy!”“You do not have power over me!” I lost my temper and shot a bolt of magic, causing my father to disappear again. Good. At least I knew how to get rid of him.I sat down and started to cry. The truth was I had no idea how I would get back to Abby. I missed her so damn much, it was physically painful. To hear that she was hurting, that she was dying, was too much. I sat there for what felt like a long time before I heard a
RoseI sat by Abby’s side until she woke up from her faint, while the others discussed what to do now that we knew who was behind everything. It all made so much sense, but it was still hard to believe. “Wait,” King Marcus said. “How do we know we aren’t still being watched? And how do we know you are not part of a trap?”I saw Cat start to take out her sword, but Aryk stopped her with a hand on her arm. She gave him a sideways glance but put her sword back. She did not take her eyes off the Duke.“That is a valid and fair question, your highness,” the Duke answered. “And honestly, there is no way for me to prove it to you and no sure way for you to know. We just need to trust each other.”I heard Cat snort, but everyone else remained quiet for a moment. Finally, King Marcus held out his hand, and the Duke shook it. “I will put my trust in you, Stefan, because you have always been a friend to me and my wife.” Cat still did not stand down.“Thank you, Your Highness,” the Duke answered
Grayson I held Abby tightly until she faded from my arms. I was alone again, and more lost than ever. I wasn’t sure if Abby’s idea would work – if I could even get there. Apparently, I wasn’t done receiving visitors for the night. A few minutes after Abby faded away, I heard another voice – one I hadn’t heard in almost five years. “Hello, little brother.”I whipped around and almost fainted myself when I saw the owner of the voice. “Duey?!” My brother stood in front of me, still 16 years old, looking exactly as he had the day he died. “What… how? You’re not…?”“I’m not stuck here, no,” he said. “I’ve found peace in the bosom of the Mother.” He embraced me. “She has seen you are in need of assistance, and who better to send than your big brother?”I was crying again. “Duey, I’m so sorry. I failed you. Father killed you because of me. All this is my fault.”Dupont looked at me sternly. “My death was not your fault. It wasn’t your hands around my neck. It wasn’t you that looked me in
Abigail This is too much. This is too much information. Too much. Too much. No, no, no. I felt myself shutting down again after what the Duke said. King Hayden had always been afraid Grayson would be more powerful than him. He thought he could control Grayson. Grayson was meant to destroy him. Or join him. No. No. He is not a prophetic hero. He is my husband, my best friend. He is MY hero. I won’t share him with the world. We are going to settle down at my estate and have a boatload of children and be happy. Simple, lovely lives – just like we planned. My beautiful, kind, loving, brilliant husband would come back to me, and everything would go back to normal.Oh gods, someone help me.“Abby!” Rose cried out, catching me before I hit the ground. “Too much!” I cried, burying my face in my hands. “We really need to stop overloading this child with information,” Thomas said dryly. Rose shot him a dirty look. He shrugged. “Abigail? Sweetheart, are you okay?” King Marcus asked, kneel