“Prince Skye! What are you doing up at this time?!” Morgause scolded crossly as she tried to calm her racing heart, fear of what the prince could be scheming worried the woman enough to be defensive.
There was no way that she would allow him to hurt Anberine, no- not even if it risked her being in the dungeons she would rather allow that then what plans he was cooking up.
Anberine rubbed her face for a bit before turning to glare at him, truly she should have used a silencer or an invisible spell. At least that way she wouldn't have to see him until someone found him.
“To be honest... I really don’t like her” Skye replied in a simple tone as he looked at her.“Don’t tell anyone about this” Skye added sternly as she shrugged in a nonchalant manner.
“About forty two percent, the rest are not magical” Anberine explained surprising him once more.
“You said your mother was ill, plus it will help the others in the Dark Realm who are having problems... so just take it before anyone else finds out” Skye said as he placed the bottles in Helga’s startled hands.Looking down at the greeny blue bottles Helga’s eyes started to sting, her throat soon started to feel uncomfortable as tears formed in her eyes.
Later on that day Anberine walked towards the library with the prince who remained emotionless, despite the fact he was worried about any unwanted eyes catching them in the act leaving him more antsy than ever.However as the thoughts continued to swirl around him he glanced at the girl who remained very calm to his surprise.
"Hey! Where-"
For Merlia, being somewhat named after a famous person who should have been respected for his talents and deeds, turned out to be more of a curse than a blessing since her birth.For the wizard himself, who had been declared a shameful traitor to his cause, only left Merlia unsettled about her own future throughout most of her life.But the unsettled feeling remained more unwelcoming due to the legacy Merlin left behind, a lineage that remained after his passing.To this day, so many unanswered questions filled the minds of those who knew of him or had suffered because of him.Why did he do it?Why did he set them up to suffer a fate worse than death?Did he hate his kind so much that the ends justified the means?No one knew nor could they fathom what was going on in his mind.The mind of a warlock.Some could only guess and then still find themselves unable to believe that the theory was right.Even now, hundreds of years had passed and Merlin’s line remained hated and scorned for si
Helga as she looked at them blinked in shock before relaxing knowing that Anberine cared about them, no matter who they were related to or what they were.“I can’t ask that of Merlia nor Mordred for anything, especially they are not ready for it S-Sire” Anberine said while looking down for a bit before giving Skye a stern look, hoping to spare her friends any more pain.“Sorry” she added in a firm tone that left him almost shaking with mixed emotions.“We need answers! If Merlin can somehow help us uncover what Father’s hiding-” Skye raised his voice only to see her pursing her lips in anger.“And then what?!” Anberine snapped, shocking him into silence.His lips parted and his body froze from how she spoke- stern and unbending, as if nothing he could say could sway her.In truth it scared him, it caused fear to slip into his bones making him completely unsettled.How did she do that? Making him feel vulnerable and ashamed for being weak, showing signs is bad enough, but it was out th
"You did this!"Skye shivered as he sat in the dining hall, hands clenched on his lap under the table. He resisted the urge to move even though it was proving to be difficult thanks to what transpired hours ago."It'sall your fault!" Skye bit his lip as his heart continued to beat heavily in his ears, causing them to become red from being overwhelmed."Are you alright, sir?" Skye almost released a mocking laugh at the irony, unsure on whether or not she was pretending to fake ignorance. Not that he would blame her."Am I alright?" Skye wanted to ask aloud but had no energy to speak, his eyes were growing heavier and more unbearable thanks to how hard he was repressing his tears. Sadly he could feel water staining parts of his eyelids leaving him wishing he was away from prying eyes.Whether she was a look alike or not, if by some di
"King Arthur's story!" another boy whooped, not realising that they now had an audience. Skye however was left surprised, especially since it was nigh impossible to hear about the tale of King Arthur. A thing his grandfather had made sure of stayed hidden in order to cover his tracks, to Skye's annoyance."Now let us sit down and listen carefully okay?" the woman added before moving her head down slightly in order to read the book."Yes Miss" the children chorused eagerly. Without warning, sounds of excitement soon dwindled as the children immediately settled down in order to listen. Amazing Skye at how the woman could easily control the children and encourage them to be on their best behavior.Skye meanwhile just as he was about to move paused the moment he heard a soothing voice greet his ears. Feeling it pull him into it's polarity thanks to how captivating the voice was. Curious, he eyed a nearby chair and took a sea
"How is she?""She is still the same as day you brought her here, Lancelot" the voice said while holding a cup of warm tea, helplessness could be heard in her voice as she sighed heavily. Leaning against the wall by the door the woman's eyes grew grave."If this keeps up, she might never recover" the woman added plainly."Is there nothing we can do?""Hope"Skye's face turned pale as he saw the woman's face more clearly the moment her hat moved up. Slightly pale skin containing semi gaunt features which were showing signs of recovery greeted his line of sight. What also added to her dismal appearance was her long wavy blond hair that reached to her lower waist. Despite being platted, her hair remained free on the bottom half as it rested by her legs.Her blue eyes revealed masked sadness but held a sense of patience and auth
"Make sure to wear this, otherwise you'll attract far too much attention" Lacey had instructed while handing Skye a bundle of clothes from the counter. A wry smile formed on her face as she observed his flushed face.Now donning on a large brown cloak over a worn white shirt and brown slacks, Skye's brown boots trudged against the ground, feeling a little bashful for the sudden change of clothes and from having to be her errand boy. Skye kept the parcels under the cloak in order to avoid them getting damaged.As he observed the town, Skye scratched his hair which had changed from red to pure black. Meanwhile his eyes had also turned into a deep shade of brown, reminding him of a dark oak tree.Not that he minded, it was a little off-putting seeing this new presence greet him in the mirror. Knowing that he could have gone out as himself, only this would risk more trouble brewing given how well known he was thanks
"An outcast who doesn't belong with either side, just an abomination created by lies and treachery" Skye noted before feeling her hand touch his left hand. Feeling her grip his hand, he noticed how it was very warm."Don't ever and I mean EVER say you would give up everything for anyone. That is the worst thing to ever do. You never know what things you would entail and the damage you could create. And also- never! Ever talk badly about yourself, especially in that demeaning manner" the woman said sharply, startling Skye enough to send shivers down his spine as he looked up to see her angry eyes boring into his.Confusion filled him, not knowing why she was even giving him such hope. Why was she being so nice to him? Did he even deserve such concern?He highly doubted it."You have more value than you can ever imagine, everyone does. Otherwise why are you even here? Why are you even alive? Never, eve
Musing with her cup in one hand, the woman observed Skye's haggard look."He looks like he's about to pass out at any given time" she mused while observing him a bit more before speaking."You should take time to push aside things that are trifling towards you" the woman noted while continuing to watch him. Just seeing the dark circles under the male's eyes left her wanting to purse her lips at how little he cared for himself. Reminding her of a few people she had encountered in her life."It's... very hard, especially when you are given no respite" Skye admitted taking her by surprise, her eyes blinked rapidly from how he admitted it without any reservation."Don't get me wrong, I have some people who worry but that's the last thing I want people to be... an invalid who could fall apart at any given time" Skye added tonelessly, nursing the cup with a faint look."So you
The air grew misty in the now grey area, appearing as if all the colour had been filtered out leaving a dull, dismal atmosphere.Faceless people filtered past each other as they acted like mindless puppets without any strings, moving aimlessly through the town, leaving Skye puzzled as he continued to sleep. Unable to make out who the people were or why the world had become the way it has now.How it became like this Skye didn't know, all he did remember however was passing out on the bed. So how...? Why did this scene greet him?Was it a warning of some kind?Very soon, a faint silhouette of a person with long hair walked past a few people in the distance suddenly caught Skye's attention. However he could not make out who the person was. All that caught his attention was the person's plain sleeve as they soon blended into the people before vanishing into thin air."Murderer..
Using his free hand, the young male pushed his curly black away from his face so he could take in the scene. His hair which was long enough to reach his lower back had been tied up with a few cotton brown strings, meanwhile allowed his semi-long fringe to sit on top of his shoulders. Allowing his black choker, which contained a blue teardrop to be seen in the center of it.His clothes however involved a worn brown shirt and lower knee-high trousers, on his right shoulder contained a large brown triangle-shaped leather strap in order to stop himself from being injured during work.His black eyes narrowed before huffing to himself, not wanting to take in the scene any longer than he needed to. After all, he had more important things to do."Just in case..." the male muttered to himself as a thought came to mind, he briefly observed Skye from the corner of his eye just in case the steward was up to something. Not t
Skye while he tried to push the unwanted thoughts and images that continued to spiral around his head in a volatile manner, leaving one to wonder if they were inside a typhoon that continued to deprive him of staying sane."Why did you have to exist?" Pushing the shaky feeling inside, Skye immediately tugged Rowan's arm backwards startling Rowan enough to look back and take in Skye's weakened form."What's wrong?" Rowan asked as he now noticed that Skye's pale but vexed expression."You don't look so good love, do you need some air?" the woman asked, leaving Skye feeling some relief that someone could see he wanted to leave."I... I need to go" Skye replied firmly, startling Rowan once more."Why don't you just die already?! No one wants you here!""But we just got here" Rowan groaned only to see Skye narrow his eyes, now finally free of Row