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The last thing you'd imagine Earth's General having is an identity crisis, let alone in the middle of an interstellar war, but for General Avalyn Concerto she begs to differ.
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King Nikai of Amaranthine.
His beauty shinned even during the most somber of times. With his draped clothing, the starry gold and white fabric adorned his body in a way that'd confuse anyone who questioned his sex. He was beautiful in every way possible. There was no comparison to any gods, just a reminder that he was a purebred peacock, while Ava was a mere modified hen.
As the door closed behind him, shutting them off from everyone outside in the hall, Sam let Ava go and scurried back to the wall at a safe distance. But it didn't matter. Frostbite accumulated in his grandfather's eyes. Sam looked down at the floor, frightened, but he shouldn't worry. His grandfather was staring directly at Ava.
Their grandfather's hand left the confounds of the long sleeves, bringing out a small glass vial filled with honey substance. Its crystal, teardrop shape brought about nostalgia, reminding Ava of tree sap. Honey dripped from its container. Each drip turned into air, waving through the room like an enchantment. The chattering dulled outside as if they were now standing in a soundproof room.
"Restrain her." His voice came out in such a strong, captive way, Ava almost missed the Ama words he spoke.
Darious walked out from behind King Nikai and straight for Ava. She backed away before he could reach her, but she was too scared to truly escape. Ava knocked into the IV pole. He came to a halt at her side, yet she still expected the worst.
Darious whispered under his breath, "I don't want to hurt you. This will be less painful if you don't resist."
He grasped her arms from behind before she could think. His restraint turned her instincts into overdrive. So many ideas popped up, of ways to escape, where to run and hide. From the hallway, she could faintly hear Caterina making threats and Gregori trying to calm her down. He gave in to whatever demands King Nikai was after. I'm on my own.
King Nikai walked with such grace. Tiny diamonds hung off his hair, they absorbed the sun's rays and reflected rainbows upon the shade of midnight. With each step, he carefully plucked each finger of their glove, until they were completely uncovered. Fear grew at the pit of Ava's stomach when he stopped in front of her. She waited for her second death.
But it never came. Instead, he covered her forehead, his palm flat on her skin. Images flashed before Ava's eyes.
A blushing Mika and his wide eyes. He hovered above her on the floor after he was pushed out of the portal and into her living room. The first time they held hands. Their fight during training. The times he held her in his arms. The moment they kissed in the desert sand and again in the basement. Everything flashed by like pictures.
The memories sped through. There was no time to keep up, to understand what she was seeing. The longer this went on, she eventually gave in to this strange ability until they reached the memories of Marc.
