"Cal, give me my dolly!" I whine, my skinny legs jumping underneath me. Cal, being the annoying older brother he was, just held it up higher.
"Nope, you have to beg for it, Liz." He taunted as I stomped my feet on the marble floor.
"I want my dolly!" I whined and I jumped up higher for it. Cal's bracelet clicked, producing a small flame. I flinch, worried he might burn my Dolly, but he just laughs. "Give my my dolly, or I'm telling Mommy!" I whine when Cal's face suddenly freeze and turns into a scrowl.
"She's not my mother." He growls as I stomp my foot, outraged that he's still using his unfair height advantage towards me. Three years older, and he can be such a pain sometimes.
"Cal!" I scream, and my bracelet sparks. A flame lights up in my hand as I wave it threatening against Cal's face.
"You think you can use my own ability against me?" Cal laughs as I lift the flame even higher. "You're funny, Eliza." I grit my teeth together and throw my pathetic flame at his face. He easily catches it and makes it disappear.
"Give me back my dolly!" I screech, outraged as he only laughs. This is going to be our new king, some guy who likes to make fun of his baby sister.
"What're you going to do, Eliza?" He asks me as my forehead budges. I swear, I pulled a vein.
It was then, when something clicks. Something just happens in that moment anger and aggression and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.
She's so pathetic... I hear and flinch before stomping my foot at Cal.
I'm not pathetic! I scream back. He flinches at the sound of my voice inside his head.
I don't know what happened. I'm a Calore, I should only be able to weld fire. Yet, I just became a Whisperer.
Cal flinches and stares at me, his eyes wide and full of confusion when my Mommy and Daddy come.
"Eliza Lillian Calore!" My Father, the King, says. "What is with all of that ruckus!" He shouts. I turn and and point right at Cal's face.
"Cal took my dolly away from me!" I whine as my Father stares at me and Cal. Then, he laughs.
Never in a million years, would I think I would see my father laugh. Much less because of this. He always seemed so serious, the pure idea of him laughing at us seemed rather impossible.
"Well, then." Daddy said, still chuckling as my Mother, Queen Elara gives him a look made of steel. Why doesn't Mommy laugh as much? I've never seen her laugh, not even once. "Eliza, show Cal what you're made of." I roll my eyes as Cal shakes his head, breaking himself out of shock.
I weld a ball of flame from my bracelet and toss it at Cal. He easily catches it, and pretends to yawn. My Mother turns around and rolls her eyes at my weakness. I'm good at welding flames, I'm just not Cal good.
I toss flame after flame at Cal, but he keeps on catching them. He only uses one hand, the other used to hold my dolly as a hostage. When I'm practically out of breath, my Father laughs.
"Okay, that's enough. Cal has obviously won." He stated as I grit my teeth. Anger takes me over as sweat murders my forehead.
Boo. I whisper into Cal's brain. At first, I didn't know if it would even work, but my brain strained to just throw the words at him.
And it certainty did work.
Cal stumbled back, his footing got off as I threw a fireball right at him. He panicked and dropped my dolly to protect himself from my fire as I leapt to save my dolly. My father raised an eyebrow at the whole situation, then gave Cal a look of disappointment.
"Cal, you need to work on your footing." He scolded his eight year old son. His face twitched before he nodded, and he frowned at me. I pulled on my Mother's long dress, wanting to get held.
"Mommy, can you hold me?" I ask as she shakes her head.
"Mommy's tired, Eliza. Very tired." I frown and intrude her mind as well.
Hold me. I plead into her mind. She flinches for a moment and stares at me. Then she looks around, as if another Whisperer is around. Nobody. The only people here are me, her, Cal, and Daddy. And all of us have our own abilities. It'd be impossible for one of us to have two abilities.
Right?
"I guess I can hold you for now..." Mommy said and picked me up. I squealed in joy as Cal gave me a look that kind of looked like envy. I creeped into his thoughts, before stopping. For some reason, I felt like I wouldn't like what I would see.
It was that day, when I discovered that I wasn't just a simple Silver blood. Or a Red Blood.
Now, I know, I know that I'm not a New Blood either.
No, I'm not a Silver, Red, New. I'm more than that.
I am Princess Eliza Calore.
And I am the only one of my blood.
*Q*
If you guys like this new series, then I'll continue it. I absolutely love this series, and this idea actually came from a dream I had. Lol. I was actually Eliza (Minus the name) and basically, I tweaked it a little bit to make it Fanfiction worthy.
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