Author: Skytate17
Title: By The Angel's Broken Wings
Summary: Long time ago, in a beautiful castle, prince Bridge keep having strange dreams. He thinks that they will bring only destruction, but nobody is gonna believe him……
Chapter Six
The young boy spent the rest of his day hanging out in the garden, hoping the girl would return. From what it looked like, the man with her could be a few thing. Guardian, big brother, or teacher. He seemed like he was training her to use her magic.
But then he thought to why they would do it so close to the castle, when the reason "charmed ones" were killed was because of the queen. Using magic before the castle was a death wish. Apparently, though, they were sneaky about it because they had not been caught.
His heart still burned, though not as bad as when she stared at him. It was like an arrow piercing him, and he figured it was her magic doing it. Though, she didn't seem like she wanted to hurt him. She looked as though she wanted help.
Later that night, he was preparing to go to bed. He had already eaten dinner and taken a bath, but a midnight snack didn't sound to good to him at the moment. He was suddenly feeling sick, and sleep felt like the only thing to cure it.
Before he laid down, though, there was a soft knock at the door. "Come in," he murmured, turning to find his sister's face peeking in. She bit her lip, sliding into the room.
"Sorry," she muttered, softly closing the door behind her. Once is was shut completely, she wandered over towards the bed, straightening out her slip gown for bed. He patted the space beside him, and she eagerly climbed onto the bed, resting her head back against the headboard.
Even though they were mean to each other, they still loved each other dearly. It was a sibling thing. "I was just not in a good mood this morning, so I kept snapping at you." She took a deep breath, puckering up her bottom lip for a moment. He sat up and scooted closer, immediately letting her rest her head against his shoulder.
He nodded briefly, waiting for her to continue explaining herself. There would be time she would come into his room just to get things off her shoulders. He felt like this was one of those times. "But, mother's got me going up the wall with so many things. She keeps telling me about the attacks on the villages, like I can go stop them if I chose to."
She shook her head lightly against his shoulder, staring across his slightly messy room. Even with maids running around constantly, his room remained messy. A lot of them also thought his little habits were adorable, so they didn't touch the things in his room. The maids all had a crush on Bridge, and he kind of wished they would just leave him alone. "She's just got such high standards for me, and I don't know if I can live up to them."
He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, giving her a light hug. "Don't then…"
"But then I won't be a good ruler," she murmured, feeling herself shiver a bit. Thought of being the queen soon scared her. She was going to be stepping into her mother's shoes, giving the commands. She didn't want to give the wrong one and have her entire kingdom falling to pieces.
With a sigh, he muttered, "Do you honestly like the way that mother does things?"
The girl thought for a moment before gazing around the room. "I mean, she kills innocent people. You know most of them are innocent. They can't all be using their magic for bad things," he reminded her, like she hadn't heard him say it before. "You don't want to be like mother… you're too kind for that… Except for when you're in a bad mood."
"I was also worried about you," she suddenly stated after her moment of silence. "Usually I don't get bugged by dreams, but you've been having this one over and over."
He thought back to the beautiful girl outside the garden gate. Her finger getting snagged on the flower. The force field of purple light that surrounded her. The glance she gave him right before disappearing. He was almost certain it was the girl from his dream, but if only he could ask her who she was. "Something's going to happen," he stated, suggesting his dream.
She sat up and looked him in the deep blue eyes, giving him a look of concern. "Nothing's going to happen…"
"Then why are you so concerned with me having the dream over and over?" he murmured, watching her step to the floor, lingering near the edge of the bed.
She ruffled his hair like he was a little boy, gently kissing him on the forehead. "Because it's all you talk about… I'm heading to bed. Good night." With that, she turned and wandered towards the door, gently opening it.
Once it was closed, Bridge flopped back in his bed. "So she doesn't believe me… This is ridiculous," he thought while making himself comfortable against the bed. Soon enough, he had fallen asleep, although he didn't want to.