Title: The Destruction of Atlantis
Chapter: The New Obstacle
***Atlantis***
I paced. I paced and I paced and I paced until even the guards were shifting nervously from foot to foot. I knew that the priestess wasn't meant to pace. I was meant to be calm and collected at all times, especially during important occasions. But this wasn't even all that important, I was simply meeting the Queen-to-be, the bitch Celena Schezar. News had spread all over Atlantis that the King had his eye on Lady Schezar of the House of Schezar. The Council of Elders was extremely pleased and surprised with the young King's new and much-anticipated decision. After all, this was one less problem that the Elders had to deal with. Now there would be an heir to the throne, the King would become more responsible and less likely to take random flying episodes when he should have been doing something important.
They had no idea, however, why there were small storm clouds all around Atlantis or why the tide had lifted slightly. These were meant to be regulated by the priestess, me, who was more agitated as of late. Had I received some terrible vision of the future? Why was I suddenly so shifty, so hard to speak to, so distant WHEN being spoken to? I could hear their thoughts, crashing into my mind, suffocating me and making me even more agitated.
"Please Priestess, calm yourself. The King will be fine." One of the guards finally said, looking intensely embarrassed when I turned to glare at him intensely. My expression softened and I took a deep breathe before sitting down, an air of calm smoothing out the rigid restlessness that had encompassed me moments ago. The guards weren't entirely sure if this was another act or if I was seriously calm now. Their Priestess was a terrifyingly convincing liar.
"His Highness has arrived." Another guard said stiffly as he opened the large oak door to reveal the King in a lip-lock with Lady Celena. He had one arm tightly wrapped around her waist and his other hand buried in her hair. She had her back arched slightly, her tongue shoved into his mouth and her hands under his shirt.
My mouth dropped open and I stared at them for a long time before I could compose myself. My face turned completely red when I snuck a glance at them again, and I trembled with anger, pinpricks of red pain shot through my mind and behind my eyes. I was going to kill her. I was going to KILL HER! The King pulled away slowly and turned to smile brightly at me, momentarily surprised by the murderous rage plainly exposed on my face.
"Lady Priestess? Are you alright?" Blood pounded in my ears, making me sick with fury. I needed to get out. I felt trapped. I felt threatened. I felt MURDEROUS. I need to get OUT OF THE ROOM! Standing up, nodding curtly to them, I quickly exited to the room and hurried towards the washing rooms. I immediately vomited into a water basin, my insides heaving with disgust and horror. That kiss, no, it had, it blinded me, I kept seeing it behind my clenched eyelids. I wanted to kill her, I wanted her dead, I wanted her to die a horrible, HORRIBLE death!
Taking deep, calming breathes, I turned my face up to stare at my reflection in the looking glass. Hair slightly disheveled, pale as milk, I knew I couldn't leave the wash room looking as if I had just seen a dead body. Quickly stripping off my robes and pressing my staff against the opposite wall, I slipped into the waiting hot pools. This was the wash room of the servants and the slaves, I could tell from the dim lighting and the grubby, rough towels. I didn't mind. When I had been a child, I refused to bath in any other kind of wash room. I preferred this down-to-earth room to my celestial bathroom with a much large bath, towels of the finest material and the lathers used to make my hair sparkle.
The bubbling, mineral water soothed my pounding headache and I relaxed into the water, tilting my head back slightly to wet my hair. Sitting up again, I twisted slightly to wash my wings, running my fingers through my feathers. This had always soothed me. I needed to be soothed. I had nearly allowed a tidal wave to crash into the watch tower at the north of Atlantis, I couldn't allow my control to slip. I heard a soft sound from the direction of the door and quickly pulled my wings around my body.
Lady Celena, wrapped in the arms of MY king, watched me curiously from the safety of his embrace. I felt my face turn red at the expression on his face; that glazed look as he stared from my bare back to the curve of my hip. Pulling my wings tighter around my body to obscure his view, my eyes narrowed slightly.
"I am ill today, I require rest." I said, veiling my anger. Slowly, I was starting to redirect my anger to the King. He had done this. It was HIS fault. First he tempted me with tickling me several months earlier and now he wanted me to approve of his fiancé! I tried to shift to the other side of the pool.
"Lady Priestess, I am sorry to have caught you in the middle of your illness." The King said as his head guiltly snapped up to stare at my face. He looked genuinely upset about my reaction and he loosened his grip on Celena's waist. Damned bitch, why was she SMIRKING at me like that? I didn't want to hear her thoughts! I didn't want to see those stolen kisses they had shared when he had begun his courtship.
"Leave now." I said sharply. Then, as an afterthought, I coughed lightly into my hand. "Before I give you my illness." Celena started towards the door, expecting for the King to follow her.
"Go ahead of me, my dear. I wish to have a word with the Lady Priestess." The King said, his eyes narrowing slightly. Try as I might, I couldn't read his thoughts. But that expression, the anger he was radiating and the way he glared at Celena when she was about to protest, I had an idea of what he was going to do.
When Celena had left, the King turned to scowl at me darkly. "You're not sick. You're never sick." He said, crossing his arms defiantely. He only stood like that when he was going to be stubborn. I narrowed my eyes, relaxing my wings slightly.
"Yes I am. Look in the water basin if you don't believe me." I said snappishly. He didn't move or even lift his gaze to look at the water basin. He kept staring at me with that horrible expression on his face.
"Why are you acting like this Priestess? You approved of my marriage before. Why are you angry now?"
"I am NOT angry!" I said indigently, leaning away from him. "I am ill! When one is ill, others should understand that they require rest and privacy!"
"You're lying." He said stubbornly, baring his teeth. True, I was surprised that he was ALSO angry at me but I kept my expression neutral.
"I am not."
"Yes you ARE! I saw the expression on your face when you saw me kissing her!" He said angrily, his fists trembling slightly.
"I was NOT angry, I felt sick." I said, my voice making the words come out scathingly, much harsher then I had intended. I was turning red again. I blamed it on the bubbling water, it was making me angry. Yes, that was it. And he was being completely unreasonable!
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" He leapt into the water, ignoring the fact that he became soaked as he grabbed my arm in a steely grasp. My eyes widened in shock and I tried to wrench my arm away from him but he grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME PRIESTESS! DON'T YOU DARE!" I continued staring at him, my wings flailing to keep my balance. He stopped and stared down at something, his mouth falling open. At first I thought he had seen the scar I'd received from a particularly violent attack a few years ago but he was looking a bit above my stomach. At my breasts.
It was at that moment that I remembered my state of undress and turned completely red. He continued staring, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. His eyes traveled lower to stare at my hips and my legs, eyes widening farther. A deep red blush colored his tanned cheeks. I tried weakly to pull away from him and slide my wings across my body to hide his view, my face turning red with embarrassment and shame. No doubt he was comparing me to Celena mentally. I knew she was more beautiful then me, he didn't have to look at me like that.
"Priestess." He whispered, pushing my wings aside for a moment before he lifted his eyes to stare into my own. There was something . . . a hungry look . . . but why was he looking at me like that?
"Y-Your Majesty, w-wait!" I said, trying to struggle against his hold. He had to stop staring at me! He had to stop STARING at me! My thoughts seemed to wake him up because he jerked away and quickly jerked himself out of the hot pools, his cloths soaked. I quickly pulled my wings tightly around my body, my face still red with embarrassment.
"S-Sorry, I hope you feel better Priestess." He bowed jerkily, avoiding looking at her as he quickly hurried out of the wash room. I stared after him, rubbing my shoulders where he had bruised me with his grip. I quickly sank into the water, feeling miserable and somehow dirty. He had stared at me like that as if I was the palace whore. He would never trust me again.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone that reviewed! Sorry for the BIG delay, lots of stuff plus another story was getting in the way. Thank you to everyone who's stayed during my extended break. Also, Happy Turkey Day!
Chapter: The New Obstacle
***Atlantis***
I paced. I paced and I paced and I paced until even the guards were shifting nervously from foot to foot. I knew that the priestess wasn't meant to pace. I was meant to be calm and collected at all times, especially during important occasions. But this wasn't even all that important, I was simply meeting the Queen-to-be, the bitch Celena Schezar. News had spread all over Atlantis that the King had his eye on Lady Schezar of the House of Schezar. The Council of Elders was extremely pleased and surprised with the young King's new and much-anticipated decision. After all, this was one less problem that the Elders had to deal with. Now there would be an heir to the throne, the King would become more responsible and less likely to take random flying episodes when he should have been doing something important.
They had no idea, however, why there were small storm clouds all around Atlantis or why the tide had lifted slightly. These were meant to be regulated by the priestess, me, who was more agitated as of late. Had I received some terrible vision of the future? Why was I suddenly so shifty, so hard to speak to, so distant WHEN being spoken to? I could hear their thoughts, crashing into my mind, suffocating me and making me even more agitated.
"Please Priestess, calm yourself. The King will be fine." One of the guards finally said, looking intensely embarrassed when I turned to glare at him intensely. My expression softened and I took a deep breathe before sitting down, an air of calm smoothing out the rigid restlessness that had encompassed me moments ago. The guards weren't entirely sure if this was another act or if I was seriously calm now. Their Priestess was a terrifyingly convincing liar.
"His Highness has arrived." Another guard said stiffly as he opened the large oak door to reveal the King in a lip-lock with Lady Celena. He had one arm tightly wrapped around her waist and his other hand buried in her hair. She had her back arched slightly, her tongue shoved into his mouth and her hands under his shirt.
My mouth dropped open and I stared at them for a long time before I could compose myself. My face turned completely red when I snuck a glance at them again, and I trembled with anger, pinpricks of red pain shot through my mind and behind my eyes. I was going to kill her. I was going to KILL HER! The King pulled away slowly and turned to smile brightly at me, momentarily surprised by the murderous rage plainly exposed on my face.
"Lady Priestess? Are you alright?" Blood pounded in my ears, making me sick with fury. I needed to get out. I felt trapped. I felt threatened. I felt MURDEROUS. I need to get OUT OF THE ROOM! Standing up, nodding curtly to them, I quickly exited to the room and hurried towards the washing rooms. I immediately vomited into a water basin, my insides heaving with disgust and horror. That kiss, no, it had, it blinded me, I kept seeing it behind my clenched eyelids. I wanted to kill her, I wanted her dead, I wanted her to die a horrible, HORRIBLE death!
Taking deep, calming breathes, I turned my face up to stare at my reflection in the looking glass. Hair slightly disheveled, pale as milk, I knew I couldn't leave the wash room looking as if I had just seen a dead body. Quickly stripping off my robes and pressing my staff against the opposite wall, I slipped into the waiting hot pools. This was the wash room of the servants and the slaves, I could tell from the dim lighting and the grubby, rough towels. I didn't mind. When I had been a child, I refused to bath in any other kind of wash room. I preferred this down-to-earth room to my celestial bathroom with a much large bath, towels of the finest material and the lathers used to make my hair sparkle.
The bubbling, mineral water soothed my pounding headache and I relaxed into the water, tilting my head back slightly to wet my hair. Sitting up again, I twisted slightly to wash my wings, running my fingers through my feathers. This had always soothed me. I needed to be soothed. I had nearly allowed a tidal wave to crash into the watch tower at the north of Atlantis, I couldn't allow my control to slip. I heard a soft sound from the direction of the door and quickly pulled my wings around my body.
Lady Celena, wrapped in the arms of MY king, watched me curiously from the safety of his embrace. I felt my face turn red at the expression on his face; that glazed look as he stared from my bare back to the curve of my hip. Pulling my wings tighter around my body to obscure his view, my eyes narrowed slightly.
"I am ill today, I require rest." I said, veiling my anger. Slowly, I was starting to redirect my anger to the King. He had done this. It was HIS fault. First he tempted me with tickling me several months earlier and now he wanted me to approve of his fiancé! I tried to shift to the other side of the pool.
"Lady Priestess, I am sorry to have caught you in the middle of your illness." The King said as his head guiltly snapped up to stare at my face. He looked genuinely upset about my reaction and he loosened his grip on Celena's waist. Damned bitch, why was she SMIRKING at me like that? I didn't want to hear her thoughts! I didn't want to see those stolen kisses they had shared when he had begun his courtship.
"Leave now." I said sharply. Then, as an afterthought, I coughed lightly into my hand. "Before I give you my illness." Celena started towards the door, expecting for the King to follow her.
"Go ahead of me, my dear. I wish to have a word with the Lady Priestess." The King said, his eyes narrowing slightly. Try as I might, I couldn't read his thoughts. But that expression, the anger he was radiating and the way he glared at Celena when she was about to protest, I had an idea of what he was going to do.
When Celena had left, the King turned to scowl at me darkly. "You're not sick. You're never sick." He said, crossing his arms defiantely. He only stood like that when he was going to be stubborn. I narrowed my eyes, relaxing my wings slightly.
"Yes I am. Look in the water basin if you don't believe me." I said snappishly. He didn't move or even lift his gaze to look at the water basin. He kept staring at me with that horrible expression on his face.
"Why are you acting like this Priestess? You approved of my marriage before. Why are you angry now?"
"I am NOT angry!" I said indigently, leaning away from him. "I am ill! When one is ill, others should understand that they require rest and privacy!"
"You're lying." He said stubbornly, baring his teeth. True, I was surprised that he was ALSO angry at me but I kept my expression neutral.
"I am not."
"Yes you ARE! I saw the expression on your face when you saw me kissing her!" He said angrily, his fists trembling slightly.
"I was NOT angry, I felt sick." I said, my voice making the words come out scathingly, much harsher then I had intended. I was turning red again. I blamed it on the bubbling water, it was making me angry. Yes, that was it. And he was being completely unreasonable!
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" He leapt into the water, ignoring the fact that he became soaked as he grabbed my arm in a steely grasp. My eyes widened in shock and I tried to wrench my arm away from him but he grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME PRIESTESS! DON'T YOU DARE!" I continued staring at him, my wings flailing to keep my balance. He stopped and stared down at something, his mouth falling open. At first I thought he had seen the scar I'd received from a particularly violent attack a few years ago but he was looking a bit above my stomach. At my breasts.
It was at that moment that I remembered my state of undress and turned completely red. He continued staring, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. His eyes traveled lower to stare at my hips and my legs, eyes widening farther. A deep red blush colored his tanned cheeks. I tried weakly to pull away from him and slide my wings across my body to hide his view, my face turning red with embarrassment and shame. No doubt he was comparing me to Celena mentally. I knew she was more beautiful then me, he didn't have to look at me like that.
"Priestess." He whispered, pushing my wings aside for a moment before he lifted his eyes to stare into my own. There was something . . . a hungry look . . . but why was he looking at me like that?
"Y-Your Majesty, w-wait!" I said, trying to struggle against his hold. He had to stop staring at me! He had to stop STARING at me! My thoughts seemed to wake him up because he jerked away and quickly jerked himself out of the hot pools, his cloths soaked. I quickly pulled my wings tightly around my body, my face still red with embarrassment.
"S-Sorry, I hope you feel better Priestess." He bowed jerkily, avoiding looking at her as he quickly hurried out of the wash room. I stared after him, rubbing my shoulders where he had bruised me with his grip. I quickly sank into the water, feeling miserable and somehow dirty. He had stared at me like that as if I was the palace whore. He would never trust me again.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone that reviewed! Sorry for the BIG delay, lots of stuff plus another story was getting in the way. Thank you to everyone who's stayed during my extended break. Also, Happy Turkey Day!