Chapter 2:
I am Mithian Princess of Nemeth, the lone daughter and heir to the throne of Nemeth and yet I find myself haunted by ill dreams…
"Warin," Mithian said as she turned to face the man.
"My lady?" he said absentmindedly. He was far too preoccupied with attaching his lips to her throat.
Mithian pulled him closer to her. "I am intimidated by these dreams that haunt me," she confided to her lover.
Warin voiced his objections as his hand slip up her robes.
"I am plagued by never ending terrifying visions at night," Mithian started. "And I fear they shall never cease to plague my mind" her lover caressed her breasts and she became aware he wasn't listening to her.
"Warin unhand me at once!" she ordered him.
"You dare to make demands of me," said Warin his warm tone gone. His eyes stared up at hers with a menacing fury. The beautiful blue cerulean of his eyes was replaced with a dark hazel colour.
"No, it can't be" Mithian proclaimed. This wasn't Warin…
He started to undress her with a unhinged look in his eyes.
"STOP THIS AT ONCE!" Mithian yelled. Mithian would swear on her life that at this very moment she heard the all too familiar laugh of Typhon…
The Princesses eyes opened and she sat up instantly. Just a dream she told herself… Mithian used her eyes to scan her bedchamber but all appeared well. The raven-haired princess released a sigh of frustration before laying back down.
Mithian placed her hands against the soft skin of her forehead and felt sweat tricke down. With each night that passed the dreams became worse and worse. Each night, she was tormented by ill dreams, about a great war and one who would destroy Albion and restore it in his image, and Typhon, he was always there. These dreams had started long ago.
Each time Mithian attempted to ward off sleep the Princess was defeated by her dreams and the terrors that accompanied them. Mithian sat up on her bed as she stared into the abyss of darkness. Mithian mentally berated herself for being intimidated by mere dreams, though it was more what was in the dreams, and who was in the dreams as opposed to the dreams themselves.
All beings need sleep and she was no different. A few days ago Warin had noticed that she was not herself and had attributed it to her lack of sleep. Mithian was no fool, she knew it would not be long before others found out as well. The princess had taken countless sleeping drafts and sleeping potions but to no avail. Every night when she close her eyes, he was there, Typhon was there in her dreams.
"Having bad dreams, My Lady," said the sickly sweet voice of Typhon.
Darkness engulfed Mithian. Mithian tunred to face the source of Typhon's voice, only to find him gone and nothingness was standing in his place. Mithian assumed this to be another dream. "Typhon," Mithian said, her voice straining with fury."What is the meaning of this," demanded Mithian.
"You ought to know this by now I answer to no-one and certainly not you" the raven-haired prince said his tone mocking.
"You dare speak to me that way…" Mithian said outraged. "You are the cause of my ill dreams aren you not?" the signature smirk that adorned the face of Typhon confirmed her suspicions.
"Tis the hubris of youth that led me to assume that each time my eyes were sealed and I saw you that it was mere coincidence." Mithian spat.
"Foolishness is in your nature is it not?" Typhon mocked.
The princess balled up her fists. "Your arrogance will do you no favors!" Mithian spat.
To see the princess in such a state and because of him put a smile on his face. "Something troubling you My Lady?"
Mithian sent him a harsh glare. "You are precisely aware of what troubles me, especially since you are the cause of my troubles…"
"You brought this upon yourself?" Typhon remarked.
"You are to cease your actions at once," she commanded.
"No" the voice of Typhon said though its owner was nowhere to be found.
Mithian's body reacted almost automatically reaching for her dagger.
"That will do you no good" the voice of Typhon rang out throughout the room. "The mere notion of you being able to harm me is pure fantasy and pure delusion," Typhon cockily remarked.
"Your downfall shall be your own doingIt won't hurt to try," Mithian said with full confidence.
The form of Typhon materialized into the room and he was standing right in front of Mithian,this was no illusion Typhon appeared as clear as day. Typhon outstretched his hand his slender fingers reaching out to touch her. Mithian could feel him even through the fabric of her robes.
"How dare you touch me." Mithian screamed. Mithian glared daggers at Typhon from her raven coloured long lashes.
"Calm yourself" Typhon ordered.
Mithian raised the dagger she had clutched in her hands and aimed for Typhon's chest, Typhon pressed his hand to the dagger. "Do it if you dare," said Typhon eerily calm.
Mithian tried to move her body but her body was frozen in place.
"Is something wrong Mithian…"
Mithian attempted to speak, but as she opened her mouth Typhon sealed his lips to hers in a kiss. The dagger fell from her grip. His cold lips felt oddly warm against her own.
Mithian subconsciously moaned into his mouth.
Mithian was forced awake for the second time that night. Mithian prayed that it was just a dream. It had felt as real as the air.
Mithian attempted to return to her slumber but to no avail. Mithian was terrified by thoughts of Typhon returning to plague her dreams. Mithian unsealed her curtains to check if the sun had risen yet and luckily it had not.
Mithian made her way to the knights training area to practice her dagger skills. The air was ominous as she practiced stabbing and slashing motions.
Tired and suffering from insomnia, the princess collapsed onto the cold ground below, knocking the raven haired princess unconscious.