Guardian Vs. Hybrid

Old Feelings Suck

        The palace was oddly quiet as we entered, which was not usual. Princess Daphne lead the Prince to the throne room, where the Queen would most likely be during the day. We entered the room, and it hit me what was happening.

                “Evanth, this is not the time for games! We have a royal visitor!” I yelled as I let the clothes fall off my arm to the floor in a small pile. “Old fool...”

Zo raised an eyebrow at the Princess. I sighed in anticipation while crouching. Daphne laughed. “Just watch and don’t move your highness, you will get a tiny taste of what she can do. Rosabell might just impress you.”

                A bright yellow lightning bolt came out of nowhere, straight at Daphne. The Prince was just about to react when I shot between the energy bolt and them. Dispersing it into a million pieces with my bare hands before launching three green crescent moon shaped waves in the direction the attack came from. A black shadow figure moved away, to a different corner.

                I huffed and held out my arms with my palms up. Creating two massive smoke like shapes around my hands. “Come, old guardian. Let’s finish this. I have clothes to put away.”

                Evanth moved towards me, zigzagging so fast the human eye would never be able to keep up, but I wasn’t the least bit human. I launched a decoy at him before the finisher, he played into it perfectly. He jumped away from the first to run directly into the second.

                Evanth stumbled to the ground, his shadow effect fading from the hit. I snorted in victory as I stuck my tongue at him. “Come on now. I guess this means you’re getting far too old to be working this hard, Evanth.”

                He rolled his eyes as he brushed the dirt off his clothes. “You are only a couple hundred years younger than me, Rosabell. Don’t start to get cocky now or-“ Evanth froze. “Is that the Seventh Prince of Zarek?”

                With a muffled laugh, I put a hand on his shoulder as I saluted my General. “Yes it is, so show respect if you can, since you didn’t serve and all.”

                Zo straightened to look at the Elite in front of him. That was beautiful if I had to admit.

Daphne rolled her eyes, not noticing my slight blush from the compliment. “Soldier or not, where is my mother Evanth?”

                He bowed to the Princess and gestured to the Queen’s tea room. It was obvious that he was a little embarrassed at the show he just put on. “In there waiting for you, my Princess.”

                She nodded. “Thank you, oh and Bell, be easy on his defeat. We do have a guest you know.”

                I bowed. “As you wish, my Lady. I will make sure he does not make a sound.”

                “Come now, my Prince. Let’s meet the Queen.” Daphne said dragging Zohar into the tea room.

                Behind him he heard my enchanting laugh.

                “Now, come at me for real this time, Evanth. I’ll defeat you without anyone watching.”

                I dodged his poisoned darts to land a hard uppercut to his chin, but one had managed to prick my thigh. He laughed as he saw me stagger. It was all a part of my plan, quickly I ducked down to push my leg up and land my heel into his jaw. Then I pulled my energy out to swirl around me. Evanth slumped down, obviously giving up, but the energy was taking over. I knew he was done. Trying to get it under control, I slammed the energy around his head. I was losing control.

                “Evanth, run.” I said through grinding teeth, making him scamper out of the room.

                My heart was beating loudly in my chest, it took me a minute to calm my body. With a sigh, I stood to retrieve the clothes I put on the floor, my blood and bones still wanting the fight. His frightened face was etched into my mind. How afraid he had been, and the uncontrollable rage that took over my powers. It was like something leaked into me, possessing me to try and take his life. It’s happened ever since the war. I needed that surge of adrenaline. That unknown whether or not I was going to have my life ended or take someone else’s. My body wants the thrill of the kill again, enough that it was sickening.

                With ease, I snatched the clothes off the floor and huffed. If only I hadn’t participated, maybe then I would be partially normal like Evanth. As I wandered the halls to the Princesses room I thought about the moment I was dragged into the fighting. The fires, blood, bodies, and a fear that was undying and unyielding.

                I let the garments fall onto the Princesses bed before slumping to the floor. Prince Zohar’s presence had stirred up memories I fought with for years to suppress. From killing people of my own kind to killing Kin-Wolf children who were slaughtering weak civilians like it was nothing. It was the things that scarred my mind and plagued my dreams. Then I remembered the first time I met the Prince. He had saved my life after I had been ambushed by several Kin-Wolf’s, it was the only time I had seen him before he switched to our side. I had been down trying to stich up a heavy wound to my side when four wolves came out of nowhere to attack me, but the Prince stooped over my body so the creatures would leave me alone. To be honest I had no idea why he decided to help me, especially since we were on the opposing sides at that point in time.

                Then I was chosen by his father to be in his personal regimen. I protected the King with my life, and it paid off. I had already saved him several times before we encountered Zohar. Even as just a Kin-Wolf the man was powerful, taking out my entire squad with ease, leaving me and the King. I hadn’t wanted to fight him, but there was no other choice. It was him or the King, and I wasn’t going to fail my duty. I attacked Zohar, and in return he defended. Our fight went on for a few hours before I lost the upper hand, I was shot with an arrow right through my back. It gave Zohar just enough to leave a massive gash across my chest and take off towards the King. Luckily, I stalled him long enough for the King to prepare. I shot Zohar with a crescent energy moon, injuring him and giving the King the advantage. He struck Zohar right through his gut, sending him back to his humanoid form. The King then gave him the option to die, or become his Seventh Progeny. Zohar chose life, and just like that he was on our side.

                I bit down on my bottom lip as I remembered the way he looked at me after he was Turned.  My scent while I bled tremendously in the dirt must have been so strong…

                All of a sudden, the door swung open and Daphne strutted into the room with her hand fanning her like she had a fever. “Oh my, Bell! I didn’t know the Dread Prince was going to be that good looking. Maybe I’ll go through with the wedding as long as I remember he is gorgeous. He is the most exquisite thing I have ever seen!”

                “Princess, you can have any beautiful man you want.” I said watching my mistress pace the room excitedly, trying to push back those feelings that had started coming back to me.

                “Well, that’s true I guess. Mother is putting together a last-minute competition and feast for tonight in his honor. Of course, you will be my champion, but I’m worried about how everything’s going to go. I hope our party stands up to theirs, I don’t want to disappoint him.” The Princess said plopping down on her bed.

                I began putting away all the clothes, clearing my mind completely. “What do you have to worry about?”

                Daphne rolled her eyes. “He honestly doesn’t seem like he is interested in anything though. Like him asking about your military experience was the most interested I’ve seen him act.”

                Trying not to sigh, I waved her off. “Your nervous, Lady Daphne. He is a soldier, so he will be interested in my war credentials. Just give him a few days and I bet he’ll warm up to you. No one falls in love in a day…”

                “I sure hope your right, but I have fallen in love in a day. It’s that powerful, passionate love that happens fast. I would hate to marry him and it be for waste though.”

                Me, too. I thought as I closed my eyes.