Chapter Two
"You can't make me do dis, Noa-na!!" cried Kahl'aan as he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"Come on, Kahl'aan!! You do want to get some cookies, don't you?" whispered Noaa'lan as he crept around the corner to the kitchen.
"No, not dis way. Noa-na being bad! Noa-na get into trouble. Ka-la don't want to be a part of Noa-na's plans again!"
Noaa'lan grinned defiantly at his younger brother. He seemed to show pride at having Kahl'aan associate him to trouble. Trouble was a good thing, especially when he didn't get caught getting into it. Noaa'lan's blue eyes flashed as he reached outward with the force. The cookie jar floated off the counter and through the air. . .
"What are you into now, my little Jedi?" boomed a voice from behind him.
The cookie jar tumbled to the floor as Noaa'lan froze in place.
Caught, red-handed.
He had not detected his father's footsteps as Cel'aanaeus walked into the room. Now, Noaa'lan certainly had some explaining to do.
"Father, I. . . I," stammered Noaa'lan.
"Noaa'lan. Go find your mother so she can help you clean up this mess. Kahl'aan. Did you have anything to do with this?" asked Cel'aanaeus.
"Uh-uh. It was all Noa-na's fault. Ka-la didn't do anything!!" the young dark-haired boy said seriously as his wide blue eyes looked up at his father.
"Of course not. And we'll have to have a snack as your brother cleans up the mess, now won't we?" asked Cel'aanaeus with a smile as he bent down to pick up his youngest son.
"Yes! Clean up mess now, Noa-na!! Noa-na been bad!!" cried Kahl'aan gleefully as he barked out orders to his scowling older brother.
"Tattletale!!" yelled Noaa'lan, but he knew it was a feeble protest. He'd been caught. Now he'd have to be punished. His father was beginning to outsmart him.
"What did Noaa'lan do this time, dear?" asked Bel'aanaea.
"See for yourself, " said Cel'aanaeus.
"It wouldn't have broken, if father hadn't sneaked up behind me!!" pleaded Noaa'lan, but his mother was already handing him a broom and dustpan.
As he was cleaning up the mess, Noaa'lan glared at his brother. Kahl'aan was chewing the last few bites of the T'aandria honey cake that his father had given him. His face was sticky, almost completely covered with the food he had just eaten. He smiled with great pleasure as he watched Noaa'lan clean up the mess.
Then a thought occurred to Noaa'lan. His brother was using him to get the treats. Kahl'aan got rewarded. Noaa'lan got punished.
'He only acts sweet and innocent, so that father and mother will believe he's not doing anything wrong! Well, I'll have to do something about that!' thought Noaa'lan with a grin.
"Mother? When I'm done cleaning, may I please have a honey cake?" Noaa'lan asked in his sweetest voice.
"NO!!!" howled Kahl'aan angrily. "He's BAD!! He doesn't get one!!"
"Why not!?" Noaa'lan asked, raising his voice. "Who made you the boss around here!!?
Kahl'aan's face crinkled up in an angry scowl as he began to throw a force- aided temper tantrum.
One of the pots that was hanging over the stove launched through the air, and came down upon Noaa'lan's head. Noaa'lan yowled, partially because of pain, partially because of surprise. He had not expected Kahl'aan to lash out at him that strongly.
"Kahl'aan!! Stop that at once!!!" yelled Bel'aanaea. "How many times have your father and I told you not to lash out in anger!!? That's the dark side!! Now go get washed up, and go to your room!!" Kahl'aan creeped out of the room with a guilty look on his face. Noaa'lan rubbed the bump on his head, and smiled quietly to himself. He knew his brother's temper. He also knew that Kahl'aan's short fuse could be used to direct the attention away from himself. He knew it wasn't a good thing to do to his brother, but sometimes Kahl'aan asked for it.
"How's your head, sweetheart?" asked his mother.
Noaa'lan responded with a puzzled expression as the dull ache in his temples turned into a head-pounding throbbing sensation. He must have taken a much harder hit than he'd thought.
"Get him some ice. I think he might need to lie down for a while." responded his father.
With the ice pack firmly pressed to his forehead, Noaa'lan weakly reached out his arms to his father. Cel'aanaeus picked up his son and walked quietly down the marble corridor to the young crown prince's room.
Noaa'lan's eyelids drooped as his father laid him down gently on his bed.
"You know, Noaa'lan. You really should think twice about baiting your brother. It could lead to his destruction," whispered Cel'annaeus as he turned out the light and closed the door.
'Darn,' thought Noaa'lan. 'All this pain, and I STILL get caught. . .'
Noaa'lan fell asleep.
"You can't make me do dis, Noa-na!!" cried Kahl'aan as he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"Come on, Kahl'aan!! You do want to get some cookies, don't you?" whispered Noaa'lan as he crept around the corner to the kitchen.
"No, not dis way. Noa-na being bad! Noa-na get into trouble. Ka-la don't want to be a part of Noa-na's plans again!"
Noaa'lan grinned defiantly at his younger brother. He seemed to show pride at having Kahl'aan associate him to trouble. Trouble was a good thing, especially when he didn't get caught getting into it. Noaa'lan's blue eyes flashed as he reached outward with the force. The cookie jar floated off the counter and through the air. . .
"What are you into now, my little Jedi?" boomed a voice from behind him.
The cookie jar tumbled to the floor as Noaa'lan froze in place.
Caught, red-handed.
He had not detected his father's footsteps as Cel'aanaeus walked into the room. Now, Noaa'lan certainly had some explaining to do.
"Father, I. . . I," stammered Noaa'lan.
"Noaa'lan. Go find your mother so she can help you clean up this mess. Kahl'aan. Did you have anything to do with this?" asked Cel'aanaeus.
"Uh-uh. It was all Noa-na's fault. Ka-la didn't do anything!!" the young dark-haired boy said seriously as his wide blue eyes looked up at his father.
"Of course not. And we'll have to have a snack as your brother cleans up the mess, now won't we?" asked Cel'aanaeus with a smile as he bent down to pick up his youngest son.
"Yes! Clean up mess now, Noa-na!! Noa-na been bad!!" cried Kahl'aan gleefully as he barked out orders to his scowling older brother.
"Tattletale!!" yelled Noaa'lan, but he knew it was a feeble protest. He'd been caught. Now he'd have to be punished. His father was beginning to outsmart him.
"What did Noaa'lan do this time, dear?" asked Bel'aanaea.
"See for yourself, " said Cel'aanaeus.
"It wouldn't have broken, if father hadn't sneaked up behind me!!" pleaded Noaa'lan, but his mother was already handing him a broom and dustpan.
As he was cleaning up the mess, Noaa'lan glared at his brother. Kahl'aan was chewing the last few bites of the T'aandria honey cake that his father had given him. His face was sticky, almost completely covered with the food he had just eaten. He smiled with great pleasure as he watched Noaa'lan clean up the mess.
Then a thought occurred to Noaa'lan. His brother was using him to get the treats. Kahl'aan got rewarded. Noaa'lan got punished.
'He only acts sweet and innocent, so that father and mother will believe he's not doing anything wrong! Well, I'll have to do something about that!' thought Noaa'lan with a grin.
"Mother? When I'm done cleaning, may I please have a honey cake?" Noaa'lan asked in his sweetest voice.
"NO!!!" howled Kahl'aan angrily. "He's BAD!! He doesn't get one!!"
"Why not!?" Noaa'lan asked, raising his voice. "Who made you the boss around here!!?
Kahl'aan's face crinkled up in an angry scowl as he began to throw a force- aided temper tantrum.
One of the pots that was hanging over the stove launched through the air, and came down upon Noaa'lan's head. Noaa'lan yowled, partially because of pain, partially because of surprise. He had not expected Kahl'aan to lash out at him that strongly.
"Kahl'aan!! Stop that at once!!!" yelled Bel'aanaea. "How many times have your father and I told you not to lash out in anger!!? That's the dark side!! Now go get washed up, and go to your room!!" Kahl'aan creeped out of the room with a guilty look on his face. Noaa'lan rubbed the bump on his head, and smiled quietly to himself. He knew his brother's temper. He also knew that Kahl'aan's short fuse could be used to direct the attention away from himself. He knew it wasn't a good thing to do to his brother, but sometimes Kahl'aan asked for it.
"How's your head, sweetheart?" asked his mother.
Noaa'lan responded with a puzzled expression as the dull ache in his temples turned into a head-pounding throbbing sensation. He must have taken a much harder hit than he'd thought.
"Get him some ice. I think he might need to lie down for a while." responded his father.
With the ice pack firmly pressed to his forehead, Noaa'lan weakly reached out his arms to his father. Cel'aanaeus picked up his son and walked quietly down the marble corridor to the young crown prince's room.
Noaa'lan's eyelids drooped as his father laid him down gently on his bed.
"You know, Noaa'lan. You really should think twice about baiting your brother. It could lead to his destruction," whispered Cel'annaeus as he turned out the light and closed the door.
'Darn,' thought Noaa'lan. 'All this pain, and I STILL get caught. . .'
Noaa'lan fell asleep.
