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A/N: I don't own anything; it all belongs to Rick Riordan. I only own the things and people you do not recognize. Characters belong to their respected owners.
On Earth there is a phrase 'The shot heard around the world'. Now, the people of Amathtica* experienced it, but it was not a shot that they heard, but a piercing scream from their beloved Queen Jalria*. Queen Jalria went to say good night to her only daughter, the High Princess Aolei*. When she opened the bedroom door she immediately knew something was completely wrong, and her heart started to beat faster; the room was completely black, there was always a candle lit. She noticed black ink like substance along the walls of the room and the ceiling, from the moon that was reflecting through the large glass arch window.
Queen Jalria slowly inched towards Aolei bed; she grabbed hold of the sheets and pulled them back. Aolei wasn't in her bed, where her daughter should of been was green blood*, it wasn't a pool of it, written with the blood was Jalria's worst nightmare 'Wraith-King". She screamed the loudest she had ever done in her life and dropped down to her knees cradling the some of the blanket in her hands. "My Seli*," she cried out, rocking back and forth.
Hearing his wife screams King Irio* jumped out of his, running towards the screams of his wife. Hot on his tail was three bodyguards, he ran past his sons room then the both of them exited their room and joined their father. They stopped at Aolei's room; King Irio grew nervous as he gradually made his way inside the bedroom. He saw his wife at the edge of Aolei's bed, he was shaking now. He stopped behind his wife; his eyes immediately went to the bed. Wraith-King was the first thing he saw.
King Irio's fist clinched shut, "Hei toik mio prinkia!*"
"Father," Golrok said from the right of him. "What are we to do?"
"The Wraith-King is not in our domain, we have to tell the Greeks," King Irio spat, he didn't even like saying that man name.
"`They don't know what they are up against," Golrok growled. "Aolei will be dead because of them. You can't trust them father. Send me there I will help search for her."
Irio sighed, "I'm afraid that you must stay here with me, we must get ready for war. I'm sending Aeiradan*."
Aeiradan stood on the left of his father, his right hand on his mother shoulder, "I'll bring her back safely father."
Golrok snarled, "Father she would be dead before she gets here. Everyone in Amathtica knows about Aeiradan mouth, he would get her killed."
Aeiradan growled, "What will the Wraith-King do to her once he find out that her fiancée is coming to retrieve her? He would marry her once he finds out or worse. I think I'm the beat person to go retrieve Aolei."
Golrok lunged at his younger brother, "If anything happens to her, I'm going to kill you. I swear I will."
"You can't kill me if you are already dead."
"You're right about one thing, I won't be the one to kill you, and the Wraith-King is going to be the one to kill you. I might give him a sword as a reward for killing you."
"Enough," yelled Queen Jalria, turning around to face her family. "While the two of you are arguing over something stupid, your baby sister is out there, and gods knows what he is doing to her. Golrok, Aeiradan, apologize to each other right now. I don't want any of my children dead, and the fact that the both of you want the other dead is heartbreaking. We are supposed to be family and look out for one another, I never felt so disappointed in the both of you until today." Queen Jalria pushed herself off the floor, pushed past her husband and Aeiradan, and left out the room.
King Irio frowned, and looked at both of his sons, "You heard what your mother said, apologize to each other now."
Aeiradan and Golrok stared each other down, neither of them wanted to say sorry first. King Irio grew impatient and smacked the both of them behind their heads. "I'm sorry brother, I do not wish you dead," Golrok said through clenched teeth.
Aeiradan smirked, one look from his father and it dropped, "I am also sorry brother for wishing you would die a gruesome death."
King Irio sighed, this is the closest thing they going to get to an apology. "Tomorrow the both of you will apologize to your mother. You should be ashamed of yourselves, your sister is missing and the both of you are wishing each other would die. Think of your mother and sister before you wish that. Go to your rooms now."
Aeiradan was the last to leave Aolei's room. They were close in age, by a whole year; they were close, much closer than he was to his older brother Golrok. He didn't like how his little sister had to marry Golrok. That's the only thing he despised about being a Draco-Elf. If he was the oldest or the only boy he would have to marry Aolei. Long ago the Draco-Elves were cursed by the first wife of the Great Blind Dragon King Lopros*, the Draco-Elves will only conceive one girl each generation. The oldest gets married to the only girl to keep the Draco-Elves race alive.
Aeiradan walked to the other side of the bed and dropped down to his knees. He reached under and grabbed hold of a handle and pulled on it until the case came out. He sat it on the edge of the bed and snapped the golden clasp open. It was still inside, his sister's sword Dreamer was still here. He closed the black box shut and carried it to his room; she would need when he rescues her.
Aeiradan sat on his chestnut brown horse that had a white mane and tail his sister named Friko*. He tried calling the horse something else, but he only listened to Friko. He just said good bye to his mother and father, Golrok was checking out the troops, which was good, he didn't want to upset his mother with their bickering. He didn't carry much with hum, his backpack was magical that can hold anything and he wouldn't be able to feel anything. Inside of the backpack was his sister sword inside the black box, clothes for her and him, some healing herbs that are packed inside containers, and food that his mom had made.
At the Gates of Polon* his mother was waiting for him on her pure white horse Mania. Aeiradan slowed Friko to a stop beside his mother; he waited for her to speak.
"Aeiradan promise me that you will try to be respectful to the Greeks," tears welled up in his mother's eyes. "You're the only hope we got to getting Aolei back, I don't want you to getting into any fights with the gods no matter how much they make you angry." She placed the palm of her hand on his left cheek, Aeiradan leaned into it and looked into his mother's eyes. "Promise me this son. Promise me you won't do anything disrespectful towards the Greeks."
Aeiradan let out a shaky sigh; he had a feeling if Golrok was the one going after Aolei he wouldn't have to make a promise. "I promise I try not to be disrespectful towards the Greeks. Mother you do know that they are going to want something in return for sending out their children. What are we going to give them? They have gems and gold of their own, what can we possibly offer them in return?"
Queen Jalria frowned, she patted his cheek and smiled, "Don't you worry about that Aeiradan, your father and I already settled that with them last night, they know you are coming."
Aeiradan nodded his head okay, he didn't bother asking what agreement they made with them, but in the near future he was going to wish he asked.
He flicked the reins and Friko galloped through the golden gates, leaving Amathtica and his mother behind him. He was hit by a bright light into his eyes but he squinted and motioned Friko to go faster. He wanted to get out of the light portal before he goes temporarily blind.
He was only in the portal for six seconds but it felt like forever to him. When he exited the portal he was met by an older looking centaur bearing a bow and arrow. "Who might you be?"
Aeiradan rolled his eyes, he had a snappy retort but he remembered the promise he made his brother, even though he wasn't a god. "I am Prince Aeiradan of Amathtica, let me in centaur. Your gods know that I am here, but do not worry, I won't be here for long. I just need a few of your demigods to help me look for my sister, the High Princess Aolei."
Chiron, the name of the centaur, lowered his bow, and bowed to Aeiradan, "You may enter Prince Aeiradan, the demigods are in the dining pavilion, waiting. I will show you the way."
"Thank you kind centaur."
"Please call me Chiron."
A/N: I hope you guys like it. Aeiradan belongs to L0llyp0p. Below are pronunciations and meanings.
1. Amathtica: Ah-math-tee-ka
2. Aolei: Ay-oh-lee
3. Irio: Ah-ri-oh
4. Jalria: Jahl-ri-ah
5. Golrok: Goal-rock
6. Green blood: Is the signature of the Wraith-King.
7. Seli: Sell-ee, means baby in Amathtic
8. Hei toik mio prinkia: He took my princess in Amathtic
9. Aeiradan: Air-ee-ah-dahn
10. Lopros: Low-pros
11: Friko: Frigh-ko
12. Polon: Po-loan
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