Broken Wings

Chapter fortyone~ "Guess who's back?"

Chapter fortyone~ “Guess who’s back?”

“I don’t care what happens, I don’t care if I’m human, and I don’t care if he kills me. I will not let him hurt you or our precious.” The boy sat opposite me on the royal seats smiled with kind eyes. He stroked my hands in an attempt to re-assure me. I smiled back, knowing his words were true.

“I love you so, Phillip.” I smiled warmly back at him. The sun shined through the windows and I felt the baby kick inside of me. It was like he had felt it too, because he looked down at my small bump. She was small, but she was beautiful, I knew it. She would grow up in both of our worlds, we would make it work.

He smiled down at our baby, at our Vi. He had persisted we call her Anna, but I wanted a fairy name. He gave up after a while, knowing that he’d never win. But I guess seeing me happy made him happy, so nothing really mattered.

My mother walked through the doors in all her glory, sweeping the room with her brightness. “You too lovebirds have caused me quite the havoc.” She laughed walking up to the seat we had laid ourselves upon. We both laughed lightly with her, looking to the window as one. The distant dark castle that the naïve young Thif was currently living in stuck out like a star in an empty sky.

He was so dark, I have no idea why he insisted that we’d live perfectly in unison. “I’m very sorry for the trouble,” My father walked upon the room followed by the smiling rulers of Trys. They greeted us warmly and me and Phillip stood and walked over to the meeting. “I’m sure your son will get over this.”

“I’m sure he will.” The king of Trys smiled at me, nodding in warmth at me and the love of my life. His arm was around my shoulders and I loved it.

“He’s just being a little stubborn. Love struck, I suppose.” The queen of Trys welcomed my mother into the circle of conversation.

“LOVE STRUCK?!” Shouted a high pitched voice from behind the doors. They flung open and all the candles that kept the room alight flickered away. We were plunged into a grey light from the windows and a coldness that chilled me to my bones. Phillip stood in front of me protectively.

Thif’s parents laughed a little, walking over to their son. They weren’t scared of him like they should have been. My parents also went to greet him, while I and Phillip stood glued to the floor.

Thif’s arms opened and a gust of wind knocked all the adults to the floor. My mother was flung further than the others, into a light on the wall. She fell to the floor limply and I stepped towards her and let out a cry. My father clambered from the opposite side of the room, also crying her name, running to his wife.

But Thif was on a roll, there was no way that was it. He threw fire at my father, making him collapse to the floor and I hid myself behind Phillip to shield my eyes. I cried my father’s name now, shivering with all I had. This had to be a nightmare. A few seconds ago, all had been well.

“Thif, darling! Calm down, sweetheart!” Thif’s mom’s voice drifted through the room, easing the tension a little. I closed my eyes as he stayed silent. Maybe he’d stopped his angry thrash and rage. Maybe it was over now. That’s when her scream filled the room and a sword hit the floor, in unison with a heavy object… body sized. I whimpered behind Phillip as he turned to hold me.

Thif’s father was next to stand up, but this time he went to the body of his wife, he ignored his own son. “What have you done?” He asked, fear in his own voice. The king of Trys was scared, he was never scared.

“I told you, if I didn’t have her, you would pay.” His son laughed before light flooded the room. He was sucking the life from his own dad’s body. His own blood, he was killing his own blood.