Deep Darkness Chapter 2:22:07 Nov 09 2006
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By: Sean
He sat with his back to his headboard of his four-poster bed. He felt…strange it was contagious. He was not sure why or what made him feel this way about something, whatever it was that caused it. He knew it was something bad and most likely about his love, but he was not sure just yet and he knew he would find out soon enough.
He lay in bed staring at the ceiling not even thinking about anything, just staring at his beautiful ceiling. His love had made sure it was a mural that he would have loved staring at him from up above. The mural was a painting of a rampant lying roaring its approval of fury. Stars all around twinkling in the darkness caressing the rampant lion from all sides, he just loved it. He knew this was a painting of what his love thought of him and his own ferocity when necessary or when he was just having a bad day. His love always made his day ever the better when he was in that mood too.
He did not want to get out of bed. He just wanted to stay there all cozy and comfortable, but he was only comfortable when his love was at his side holding him in his arms, caressing his check so full of love.
They were both Kings of their own people. His people the elves and his loves people the humans. They were also the respected leaders of the Alliance of the Forest. Especially his love for he was the Emperor foretold to come and create the Alliance and he was the foretold Protector or Guardian of the whole Alliance and the Emperor. He enjoyed being important, but only to a point. He never loved responsibility that much and still does not, but he knew that he had to shoulder it because he loved his people and he loved Antonio.
They were to precede, in the Ancient Precepts, the Rose King, but it seemed now that it was only a fairy tale, a legend, a false prophecy. So him and Antonio just shouldered their responsibility and took on the roles and won the Devil Wars. He had always had his doubts that they defeated their archenemy, but he was always assured by is love that they had dealt with “it.”
His love had been gone for what seemed like forever, but was only three weeks. Antonio should be home soon enough. He thought he should have been home several nights ago, but he knew sometimes that he ran late getting home because he was on “tour” as they both thought it was. He just took it all in stride because he had to do the same thing when a powerful enemy of the Alliance was on the rampage in some back water town or village. His love was on that “tour” now making his way through almost every nation that was in the Alliance. They both hated this time of year.
It was high in autumn. Beautiful and serene in its multicolored show as the wind took the many colored leaves out of the trees making them graze the very sky to settle in a cacophony of splendor. It could just draw you in, he thought dazedly.
Draycian then look out off the balcony at the blazing sun overhead. He missed him too much because whenever he looked outside he would cry because it was so beautiful that all he wanted was for Antonio to be by his side staring out there with him. He wanted him to be in his arms or him in his or both at the same time taking in all the glory of what God had created for them all. He loved autumn. He did, but he hated it when his love was not there. All he wanted and wished for at that moment made him cry because all he wanted was his love to be with him more than anything.
And that feeling then lead to his foreboding, where it had all started his thinking in the first place. He felt as if something had happened to the fabric of existence or something had, more than likely, happened to his love. He knew something was wrong and now it was time to figure out. He stared out off the balcony from his four-poster bed when someone knocked on the bedroom door. Jolting him out of his bed he got up and began to walk over to the bedroom door.
“Just a minute,” he called, as he called out to his green silk robe. The robe lifted from the chair by the fire where he had left it and sailed through the air into his hand where he slung it around himself and tied it tight. As he finished tying it he opened the door onto his chamberlain and friend for over nine years. He peered out at his anxious friend as he pushed himself in, clearly agitated.
“What is it my friend,” he asked.
Chamberlain Stockholm Knightingale moved toward the center of the room clasping and unclasping his hands, nervous to the point of hysteria. At those signs Dracyian knew that something was terribly wrong to have him upset as he was. So my feeling was to be proven true, he thought quietly and soberly.
“It is a matter of importance,” Stockholm began.
“I can see that by your agitation.”
Stockholm glared at the interruption and attempt at hilarity. Dracyian raised his hands in surrender and muttered a “sorry” and waved his friend to continue with his tale.
He sighed and plowed on, “Your majesty a terrifying thing has occurred that I have just read from a report. As you know the Emperor was supposed to arrive three days ago, but has not.”
Dracyian nodded fearing where this speech was to go.
“It has been brought to my attention that a betrayer is in our midst,” he continued slowly, “and that traitor has practically handed over Antonio, my friend.”
Stockholm had said that last part with the greatest of respect and loving that it was impossible not to want to break down crying. There was a major silence in the room that was chilling and painful at the same time.
“What,” Dracyian finally chocked out with such passionate rage behind the words.
“Dracyian, Antonio has been captured by the enemy,” Stockholm never got to finish the word “enemy.”
Dracyian had rushed out of the room in a panicking rage down the hall to the throne room where he knew the court was being held at that moment to discuss what he had just heard. He was furious as he entered the room not giving anyone a chance to bow and his friend to catch up with him. He made the throne room door scream, banging open against the far wall, not knowing he was so furious that his powers showed.
He swept into the room, practically glowing with a blue-white radiance, hot with unleashed wrath.
“Who’s the traitor,” he raved before anyone could say anything.
He swept up to the throne and sat down in his loves chair, not knowing it at the time, and continued to rave.
“I want that traitor brought here now,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. Everyone stilled not comprehending as fast as they usually did when either of their rulers entered the throne room because of the ferocity that their Protector was never to have shown before. It did not improve their timing either as they tried to shield their eyes a little at the radiance blazing around their Protector.
Dracyian then understood and calmed himself as much as he could to just a clandestine glow radiating around his person so as not to cause anymore fear around his court. He had always been scared by his power. He was never sure what would happen if he was to get too angry or sad or grief stricken because his power was connected all around him from the very earth to the blazing blue skies. He was scared that if he was angry enough he could kill innocent people because he lost control. The only thing that had kept him from doing just that was now captured by his most hated and despised enemies. He had to get his love back or so helped him he would not care who he hurt to find him again, innocent or no. And that was what scared him the most, hurting innocent life.
He just sat their as the people of his court finally got the chance to bow and talk. Over their shock they made to tell him in a large clamor around the room, that his love’s traitor was dead in the cells. The betrayer had hung himself. I guess he knew how angry I would get, he thought smugly. His smugness ended abruptly when he was told who it was.
“My Protector it was Sir Marcus Delafor,” said Stockholm finally entering the room, after most of the hustle and bustle was over.
Dracyian turned pure white as the puffiest cloud floating in the sky at that explanation. He just stared into nothing in pure horror at how close that person was and fearing what he knew and had given to the enemy besides his love.
At a nod from the Chamberlain, after their Protector just stared into nothingness for several minutes, the court filed out to give the Chamberlain and the Protector of the Alliance and Golden King of the Elven Kingdom some privacy.
Dracyain just stared into "space," as the saying went. Stockholm gave him some time to gather himself after the shock of finding out who betrayed him and the Emperor. Sir Marcus Delafor was Dracyian and Antonio's friend from the War and Draycian's childhood home. He could not comprehend the meaning of the accusation that was placed on his, now former, best friend’s character. He could only hope that it was not true and in that knowing find solace, but something said it might just be true. We were splitting apart it seemed, he thought slowly, but no I will not believe it to be true in the least.
"My Protector, what should we do about finding our Emperor," asked Stockholm, slowly seeing the pain etched in his Protector's face.
Draycian just stared off into space not understanding anything or hearing anything at that moment, but he came out of it fast and stood with a raging purpose.
He looked down out Stockholm with pure rage and said, "We find my love even if it means all out war. I want the Alliance torn apart and all measures taken to find him and now."
With those final words he stormed past his Chamberlain and straight to the Tower to see if he could not mind-speak to find his love somewhere. Hurting, he thought, scared even. I will not let this happen to us again. I will make sure I go with him at all times when leaving the capital, he thought ferociously making his way up the stairs and into his Tower. Stockholm totally bemused made his way around the castle and issued his Protectors wishes for the Emperor to be found.
This is a copyrigted works!!
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