Dangerous Obsession

Colliding Again

Ramon couldn’t define the happiness that bubbled in him as he controlled the wave of water. The mushroom slowly changed from its enticing blue color to a pale white. The water fell to the ground and Ramon grinned.

“Does that mean that I can control water now?” He asked.

Asher crooned his neck to his direction and shook his head at his childishness.

“The power of the mushroom is expired, you cannot control water anymore.” Ramon’s face fell at the statement, he glanced at the water on the floor and a nut formed in his throat.

“I wish I am you,” Ramon declared.

Asher laughed at his insolence.

“Do not wish to be someone else, my friend, you do not know what that person is passing through behind closed doors,” Asher squeezed his shoulder and nodded to the water on the ground.

“Clean this place before I am back,” he said and began to stride out of the room.

“Where are you heading to?” Ramon asked, alarm clearly laced in his voice.

“For a stroll, I will be back.” And with that, he was gone into the thin air.

Ramon sighed and pondered on his word.

“Could he be passing through anything?” he muttered silently.

*****

Asher trotted through the garden, with his head bent low. The memory of the girl wouldn’t quit his mind as the thought of what she needed the mushroom for traumatized his mind.

He glanced at a figure seated on a chair, loads of books scattered around the table in front of him. Asher strode towards him and sat on the other end of the table.

“Asher Kudrak, son of the third prince of Kargil, to what do I owe this sudden intrusion?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the book.

Asher studied the tall, handsome man seated before him. His dark hair had a streak of white and his mouth looked pale, he had piercing dark eyes and a cold aura that dominated his personality. His eyes was on a book but his mind was not, perhaps, he was wondering what the mischievous arrogant heir could want with him. Asher sat down, knowing the healer would never lift his head at him unless he said a word.

“Doctor…” Asher trailed, unsure of the name he answered.

“Bledsoe,” he said and lifted his head. His eyes pierced into Asher intently. Under those piercing eyes, Asher knew, lay obscure, melancholic emotions.

“I never believed what people said about you, I only believed it when you healed me,” Asher said.

His piercing dark eyes pierced into Asher’s eyes, searching for answers that he would never find in Asher’s blank, expressionless eyes.

“What do you seek?” he finally asked.

“Tell the general that I cannot recover here, tell him that I’m dying. I want you to take me to this place,” Asher said and slapped a symbol on the table. Bledsoe picked up the wrap and examined the Symbol, slowly running his hands around the lines. A scowl formed on his face and he c****d his brows.

“What do you want there?”

“I have to avenge my family’s death,” Asher gritted.

“You will die if you go there, you’re not strong enough,” Bledsoe warned.

“I do not care!” Asher growled and snatched the wrap from him.

He inhaled slowly and plopped into a chair.

“I swore to avenge their death, and that I must accomplish,” he said calmly.

“You seem to have a problem, Asher.”

Asher kept mute and sucked his lips.

“You have all the years to plan for revenge. Heal, plan, and avenge successfully,” Bledsoe advised.

“Tell the general that I am sick, I want to remain in my room for a few days,” Asher got up and pleaded with his eyes.

Bledsoe nodded and he turned around, heading briskly into his chambers.

He met it empty and clean as he entered, letting out a loud groan, he sank into his bed and closed his eyes.

Soon, feet shuffled into his room and he peeked at the owner. He watched General Kairo and his assistant walk over to his bed. He wondered if his young naïve assistant was capable of raising a sword on a battlefield

“The chief is hosting a breakfast for us,” Kairo said. Asher opened his eyes and felt weariness.

“I am not well,” he groaned.

Kairo frowned and lowered his face, holding up Asher’s chin with his rough hands. “ You witty liar, stop your pretense, I know you’re well.”

Asher glanced at his little aide hovering behind his commander. He was sure that the snitch had let out his little secret to his master. He thought of twisting his neck around and pocking his fingers into the general’s owlish eyes.

“Fine, fine, I will come,” he groaned and buried his face into his pillow.

“Do not be late,” he said and was gone the same way he came.

“Seems like today will be a long day,” Asher muttered and glanced out of the window.

*****

Indira hunkered down beside the lump of clay and cried into her palm. Her heart felt so bitter that the only thing inscribed on it is to find the bastard and put a blade across his neck.

“I wish I can see you again, I promise to poke out your stupid eyes and slit your throat, murderer!” she yelled and hobbled over.

Footsteps approached the little garden and she quickly wiped her tears.

“Jordan told me about Binu, I’m so sorry you had to lose such an awesome pet,” her best friend said and plodded into the shade where her squirrel was buried.

Indira guiltily looked at Loretta, her heart skipped a beat as she saw the bandage wrapped around her head.

“You don’t have to feel bad, I am better now,” Loretta said and hobbled down beside her.

“You forgive me?”

Loretta nodded and Indira smiled lightly, but the dark shade of sorrow replaced the smile and her eyes became rheumy again.

“I would have saved poor Binu, but the i***t wouldn’t let me. Now she’s dead, she’s dead!” Indira sniffed and hiccupped loudly, desperately choking back the hot tears from spilling out.

“Let it out, Indira, let it out,” Loretta cooed. The tears busted out, streaming down her cheeks and creating a puddle in front of them.

“I will kill him, I will,” she lamented.

“You will kill no one,” Loretta rebuked and patted her hair softly.

“I brought you good news to cheer you up,” Loretta said.

“Nothing can cheer me up,” Indira replied, her cries dying down to silent sobbing.

“You have been chosen to be among the maids that will serve the chief and his royal guests,” Loretta squired. Indira raised her head From her laps and grinned widely. Her sorrows ceased, Binu was totally forgotten within a minute and her downcast face lightened up.

“Does that mean I will see Kalen?” she asked and Loretta frowned.

“Sometimes I wonder what is going on between you and Kalen.”

Indira eluded her question and avoided her eyes

“Let me go get ready,” Indira said and scurried to her feet.

“Yes, you should, you look awful!” Loretta exclaimed, glaring at Indira from head to toe.

“Do I?” Indira looked at her self and flushed. Her hair was an irritating mess, her clothes was tattered and dirty, shades of brown occupied some part of her skin and her lips was dry and peeling. She poked her nose into her armpit and a repulsive odor collided with her nose. She gasped and wheezed, shaking her head as her eyes popped out in horror.

“He must really think I’m mad,” she mumbled, remembering the intimidating look the stranger gave her.

“see, you’re worse than dirty,” Loretta said and nudged her towards the house.

“Come on, you need a nice long bath. I wonder the last time you took that. Do not worry, you will make commander Jazmine red in fury and the guest will be lost in your world of beauty,” Loretta said and Indira smiled proudly.

“Even commander Kalen will not be able to withstand such a terrific temptation,” Loretta teasingly added and a flood of red covered her cheeks. She turned around quickly and fanned her face.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said, striding towards the house.

“Come on Loretta,” she nudged and rushed into the house .

*****

Indira brushed back strands of hair with cold, nervous fingers. She was partly happy that she will be seeing Kalen again. Her heart raced at the thought of his name. The thought of her marrying him always brings butterflies fluttering in her belly. She often wondered what their children would look like.

Her silly imagination left her as they walked into the court, each carrying a tray of tea. Indira smiled warmly when she sighted Kalen sitting at the edge of the wall, wearing a somber look which lightened at the sight of her. She headed towards him but another girl beat her to it. Indira frowned disappointedly and glanced at the other tables. The chief sat whispering to the general, neither of them acknowledged the maids that served them. Commander Jazmine barked contemptuously at the poor, frightened girl that served her and Kalen wouldn’t stop staring at Indira. She glanced at the last table left unattended. The occupant, which the maids had shyly avoided, had his head down, his hands played with the gold cufflinks fastened around his wrist, his dark curly hair covered his face and he never seemed to be interested in the ongoing discussion.

Indira walked over to the table and let out a smile that covered her disappointment, she bowed and raised the teapot. Right at that moment, he raised his head and flicked his hair off his face. Indira’s hand freeze as she stared at a set of startling sapphire eyes, which seemed to drown whoever looks into its vast, bottomless ocean. Indira felt her heart stop beating as she stared at the familiar eyes that stared into hers. The eyes she had wished to behold again, but regret beholding it now. W

ith a mixture of fear and surprise, she muttered under her breath, “you?”