Chapter 3

When they had reached the throne room, many of the children were already pouring out. They looked at Riddick with awe and suspicion. Some of the girls giggled as they walked by.

"I notice you seem to be the only one in long sleeves. There a reason for that?" Riddick asked. Artemis smiled.

"I didn't want to scare you." She answered simply. As they entered, the last of the children were filing out, and down walked Isis in white robes and a smile.

"My lady, I am glad your journey topside has brought you back to us. I marvel at how enthusiastic the children are about prayer, even in these dark times." Isis had come forward and bent slightly at the hip before speaking in an exciting tone.

"Well they have a great leader to help them." Arty said, and Isis blushed a bit before sputtering a goodnight.

"Now why wouldn't a queen come to sermon with her people?" Riddick asked when Isis had left.

"Well, for one thing I wanted to make sure you were welcomed when you woke." Artemis said. "And two, I just don't pray that often."

"When was the last time?" Riddick asked.

"To tell the truth I was thinking about it two days ago." She sighed.

"What happened two days ago to change your mind?" He interrogated.

"I found you." Arty replied simply. "Now Mr. Riddick, I have kind enough to answer you. I wish to see your eyes." Artemis had taken a few steps towards the throne, and then turned around, causing Riddick to almost walk into her.

"You know you're only the second person to ask me that." Riddick commented. He then lifted his goggles to reveal his shinny silver eyes. Arty tilted her head to one side.

"Did you know, Mr. Riddick, that only the royal family of Furya can have eyes like ours? It is because we are leaders so we must be able to see at all times to guide the people. Exavier is the byproduct of my father's unfaithfulness. I am a gift of the rebirth of Furya after the Necromongers. If you will notice there are only five children out of the 109 children in this place that have eyes like us." She had begun to walk again, stopping when she reached the throne. "When a king dies, his soul is sealed in the throne, that way he can serve as an advisor to the next king." She paused for a moment, admiring the craftsmanship of the intricately cut chair. "When you are ready, Riddick, your father wishes to speak with you." Artemis said, extending a hand towards the chair.

Sorry this chapter is so small; I will try to make the next one longer. Hope you all like it so far, see you next chapter!