Dreamer's light

Dark Planets, are the three planets after Pluto. We are block by the the dome of light that is called the Spex . We have lived here and kept on being alive for the past eighty thousand ,million years. Directors of the Nine Mother Planets , bringer of light and breath of air. Long ago there was a war between our Dark Planet's kings, Odek of Azrutt and king Leganun of Murugutan Dark Planet. There is a story of how our greatest rulers of the Spex's hiden Dark Planet, were brothers who fought for the hand of king Valgadon of Erythia's ,golden soft beautiful daughter Marilya. As the story goes , it is said by a accent Oracle of The Eternal ,that a daughter of Dark Planet Erythia will bore a son , and he will be , the mighty king of the three Dark Planet, uniting the kingdoms as one. As Valgadon had only one daughter at the time , this news was interpreted as Mariyla being the daughter of Erythia. Disguised with the idea if touching his flesh and blood intimately, he settled with being grandfatherly when the time comes. The other two brother battled for her. Kings Odek of Azrutt , and Leganun of murgutan , took it to the battleground to the belly of the beast war pits . The fight lasted for all of three decades. All of the Nine Mother Planets heard the news. There fought two mighty king brothers , the scale of the Spex became imbalance , causing death and sickness in the Nine Mother Planets. King Valgadon seeing this became enraged. His brothers with the lusty desire that lasted so long that only brought disaster to his peaceful people and the Nine Mother Planets was heartbreaking, so he decided , The Eternal would do what's best for all races. With his powerful trident of the Spex he shield his world from the two Dark Planet kings and their people, locking the portal of the Spex that neither Azruttians or Murgutanians could move beyond their Dark Planet , leaving Erythia in pieces of c*****e because of their brutality. Banishing all who make unsupervised contact with the other through portal travel. king Valgadon set to rebuild his kingdom. He would never let his brothers near his Marilya or his kingdom again. Three hundred years the Dark Planets' king brothers, live under the code of the Chosen appointed . To get message around the Spex DarkPlanet, a Chosen is the version of world shifters or a glass , who is able to appare in a ghostly form to the other planets to pass on the Govern's request of the king Valgadon. A messenger of sorts. Valgadon made it so only he could see his brothers at will . Chapter 1 why Is it called a broken heart if it still beats in your chest, not far from the lungs which burns for a breath of fresh air. The fresh spicy, exotic scents of otherworld blossoms, wifting through the window of Arileh in the tower of The Chosen. My eyes stings with the crystalized diamond trail from my lashes to my neck, everything is a memory when it's no longer present , no longer whole. Why won't my heart stop like yours papa? I ask into the unknown . Are you waiting in the Fade for me just like beautiful mama? Is mama holding your hand like she held minds when I'm scared of the monsters in the dark when I was a babe ? No answer came. I love you papa, do not ever leave me, wait in the Fade if you can ,hear my words. I might just be seeing you soon if I do not make it through my fractured self. Throught the window I see the kinetic swirls as though " The Eternal" has heard my cries and my unstoppable beating heart. The orange leaves make patterns throught the green star shaped branches , shaking with every gust that blow from above . My cloudy reflection , in the glass walls in my chambers surrounding the Chosen tower shows the steady rise and fall of my chest against the burgundy and gold ,silk bedspreads . It is only so long I can hold my breath before the fist of life prises my nostrils and jaws open ,force air into my lungs. I am alive but I am not living, I no longer feel a real smile upon my face. There is not much joy in my life since I'm now so surrounded by the duty of the Chosens. None of the Chosens are as sad or hopeless as I am. Most of my sisters are ecstatic to be chosen, for it is the second highest stature of my people . We were made to strengthen the race of our people ,who is dwindling. My weakness lies in my selfishness of not wanting this ,but having no other choice as to rebuild my now deceased House of Estagun. We were bread of pure selflessness and giving of nature . Maybe I am defective, nevertheless I wanted to receive not the burden of my people . I've mourned the unknowns forever ,as I can remember. Wanting what the free reign of the civilian Erythians experienced. As a daughter of House Estagun I am granted the" honor " to be amongst the top Chosen to Mate. Two great warriors of our people will compete for the Mating rights , of one sacred night which shall produce an heir onto Erythia to strengthen of forcefeild of power. Warrior and maiden shall never lay eyes on each other , for both shall be blindfolded during the sacred coupling only to part ways , never knowing of each others face in the Tent Of Creation. with my power of inner light and whatever source of power the male has , it is what's going to take shape in my womb, if The Eternal see fit to allow such a grand miracle. Our people have not had many success of young for over two hundred years. Rolling to the side I ease my body towards the edge of the bed which hangs the golden trinket of lace that dangles from the gold canopy of the four poster bed railing above. " Deenaaaaaaa, are you not come to see the fresh Marilyn Rose's , they finally bloom" Laya rushed into my room, with trilling excitement and a few squeals , hopping like a jittery child "come on , come on " unlike the breathtaking beauty of the woman she is , excited for a flavored ice. well what did you know , the heart could stop beat for a moment, because I jumped at the unexpected voice as I swiped the tear in a quick motion, off my face , in hope that she'd missed it. I keep my pride in tack as i adjust my pillows neatly . I'd been hoping Laya would leave me to my weakened shame of self pitty as I like to call it. " is it so soon already " I replied with fake enthusiasm but you could still hear the dry sandpaper of my words. " yes silly , you know the gardeners said three months, and Dirextress Matula took good care of it ,you know how she gets" she answered with a big smile, straight teeth and pretty thin lips , her round face and explicit joy could make you feel like Spex's sunshine. yeah ! I know how she gets when she's passionate about something, I signed. I guess only I know the true depts of it . With a grasp and high pitched tone " Adeana xhex Estagun ,sister, what is" walking closer but slower this time, as if she's cornering a wild critter. " I am well laya, served no one to get in that ghostly expression, it makes you look old " I try for laughter . " tell me what weights heavy on your mind , for you know we Chosens stick together " she said fiercely, bupping me on the chin with her index finger. Deep breath and exhale , you can do this Adeana . I lifted my head with the brightest smile I'm able to muster , the inside of my cheeks hurt as I peal my lips over my perfect white teeth . " Laya dont be silly , it's the dust on the air, I've sneeze one to many times" I say as I hold my forehead and rub the bridge of my pixy nose. Gathering up the fold of my three layers of pink Pearl's adorned, white dinner gown, which all Chosens wear, I walk to the window with the garden's view to look upon the Marilyn Roses. " look there's Vala , I'm going down to her ok" laya shouts, already halfway down the intricate hallway by the time I turned in her direction , " 'come''''"""!quickly when you've had herb tea----- waiting ----flowerbeds " was the last thing I heard as her pitta patta footsteps echoed down the hall. It was a relief she did not see me cry , for me that would have been worst. I felt the hands of compassion ease off my chest . Alone again , I sent up my last words of prayer to The Eternal. Please your grace never let papa leave me , not yet at least , I feel as though he is my strength. Give me courage, give me backbone , give me joy , my league. With no answer from above, I walk to the ornament vanity on my left and pick my brush up to cohost my hair into a tight chagrin , as all of us are expected to keep our hair by the Direcxtress. Crossing the black marble floor to my bathroom I watch in the mirror, seeing my pink nose and swollen eyes , that is still red around the edges , pale blue green eyes stare back at . My hair quickly coming under control. No matter the efforts everyone could probably tell I had myself a good sprout. Seeing what Laya had seen in my face, only to realise she was allowing me my moment alone ,without alerting my other sister. Even though we are all from different families and houses , when we were chosen as one of the Chosens we all become sisters of Erythia. I love my sisters dearly, we would all die for each other if that was ever called for. We feel strongly and protective of one another. Laya most have realised that I really needed a moment to myself to calm down, and so I'm going to used it wisely . I walk back to my bed composing myself , straighten the wrinkled burgundy bedspreads, pillows and place the brush neatly on the vanity and bolted for the door , turning the golden redeye eagle door handle on the tall rustic door, hearing the ancient wood creek as I exit. Making my way to the grand dinner Hall, I passed numbers of my sister's rooms in the enormous entryway that circles back to the Ballroom around the turn. Walking faster in my two inch wedges, my eyes zoom up into the painted medallions on the ceiling. The madallion of the second prince of Azrutt , kalat Bydonare , nephew of king Valgadon. He is depicted riding this white stallion into battle, wearing dark blue robelike tunic and what seems to to be some heavy chain mail. Silver helmet with a pococklike bristles on the skull section held in one hand ,silver sword in the other. Powerful thighs gripping the horse as it danced with him . Front hooves rised and sword strike forward in attack, on his unknown enemies. His eyes half mist I'm guessing by downcast look , probably meaning his attackers is not on horse back or he's taking pleasure. I can not tell exactly . I could stare at his painting and formulate many scenarios, positions of attack, and possibilities of what is happening in the painting . The king may have at some point thought highly of this warrior , as to have this beautiful Knight up for us all to see but never to be known in person of the knights true conquests. Eyes in the ceiling as I walk, " O my, sis----- " I slammed into someone. Dark brown ,enrage eyes stare back at me . "I_-----ah - I' m s-sorry Dirextress " I tried , grabbing the silver tray as it made contact with the pure white of her tunic. " mercy , mercy Dirextress, my apologize" I cried . " YOU" she bellows. " let go of my hand girl and back to your duties " anger booming in her shouts. " always walking with your head in the sky like you are better than the rest of us " she spat in rage . " n--n-no ma lady, nothing like that " tears now gradually leaking down my cheeks , feeling sorry for myself again because I'm weak and incompetent. " get out of my sight ! the king is making an appearance tonight , get yourself ready you selfish unworthy girl" shrugging hard my shoulder as she pass ,tipping me over. muttering ask she go , " ...........useless, pittyful ,uuhhhhhh thing! that you are !!!! while the rest of us break our back and you jus walk aro'nd ..............house Estagun...... my foot". I bowed my head in shame trying not to take all her words to heart , not because of what she said , but the way she shouts it. No other Chosen has ever made her broke her vows of gentleness, but I. I do not know why she hates me, but it seems only I bring out the worst in her . Picking myself off the floor, folding my fingers into my palms , feeling the sting of the crescent moons of my nails digging in , I ran back to my room to prepare for the appearance of king Valgadon's court.