Title: Mislead Belief
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: life_mistery@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L
Summary: You'll just have to read to find out.
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: I'm still working on my other fics! I just had to start this one.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 9
Liz ignored Michael's presence, and sat next to her mother. "You should rest."
Mrs. Parker took Liz's hands in hers. "I've rested enough. You are the one that needs to rest, and…" Mrs. Parker let her gaze drift to the painting Liz had been watching. "Think about things."
Liz followed her mother's gaze. "So is true?" She asked, but didn't receive an answer.
"You just need to open your eyes and see." Nancy put her finger on Liz's lip, silencing her. "Really see your surrounding, the people around you."
Michael stayed silent, not understanding what was going on, but knowing it meant something to them.
Mrs. Parker took both of Liz's hands. "Your grandmother would have like to be the one to do this." Before Liz could ask what she meant her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Michael rushed to Liz's side and set her next to her mother on the bed. "What did you do to her?"
Mrs. Parker smiled at Michael. "She'll be okay. A part of her brain was "sealed" and now that part is "unsealing"... Her minds it's preparing for some adjustments that are going to be made when she remembers… Acquiring new knowledge you could say."
"What new knowledge?" Michael questioned.
"You will have to ask her." Mrs. Parker watched Liz. "I know why you brought me here."
Michael went rigid. "I'll get Prince Max."
"Don't," Mrs. Parker ordered, stopping him. "My priority now is Liz, to see that she copes with her new knowledge, after that my job is done, and everything will be up to Liz," Mrs. Parker informed him, giving him a heads up.
Michael nodded, not sure how to take the new information. "When will she be up?"
Mrs. Parker ran her hands through Liz's hair. "Soon…"
Michael quietly left, knowing Liz was in good hands, and resumed to his duties. 'She looked so peaceful,' he thought, 'I can't get distracted.' And went on his search for Max.
* * * *
Nancy watched Liz, and hoped she would be ready for the responsibility that would soon fall on her shoulders.
* * * *
Liz woke up late at night, her mother already asleep. She quietly scrambled out of the bed. Liz made sure she hadn't woken up her mother and then she tip toed out of the room. She silently closed the door and all her effort to be quiet almost failed when the guards patted her on the shoulder; she had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream.
"You scared me," she whispered to the guards. "I'm going to take a look around."
"I'm sorry, Miss, but—"
Liz put her finger on top of her lips. "Shh..," when the guard stopped talking she stopped.
The guard spoke again. "I'm sorry—" For a second time Liz did the same thing.
The guard was getting annoyed. "You can't leave."
"My mother's asleep, you idiots. Now keep it quiet. And I'm not staying the entire day coped up in that room. So, either one of you come with me, or I go alone," Liz whispered hotly.
The guards didn't have time to think about it, because she was already down the corner.
The guards looked at each other and the tallest went running after Liz, leaving the short guy grumbling to himself.
* * * *
Liz saw Michael a little further away, and was about to call out to him, but she saw Isabel pull him into a room. She heard the guard behind her and asked, "That was Isabel, right?"
"Princess Isabel," the guard corrected.
"Whatever," Liz muttered and a memory came to her.
* * * *
"Liz, when you meet the King or royalty, you bow, and call them by their title. You must showed them respect," Her grandmother lectured, and then demonstrated Liz how to bow correctly. "Now, Liz, you must practice until it's perfect."
The five-year-old, with chocolate brown eyes nodded and began to practice.
* * * *
The guard worriedly, tapped Liz on the shoulder. "Are you okay, Miss?"
Liz questionably looked at him, and then smiled. "Yeah. Please, call me Liz." Liz continued to walk down the hall. "What's your name?"
"Steve," the guard answered.
They passed the room where Michael had entered with Isabel and Liz couldn't help but glare at it. "Is this the library?" She asked, when she saw a tall, wide door with the designs of books on it.
"Yes, but Prince Max is there." Steve said, and continued to walk by it.
Liz opened the door and ignored Steve's protest. That's when she saw the same painting with the person that looked like her grandmother. Liz was distracted by the painting and didn't notice Max approaching her.
"She's incredible, isn't she?" He asked.
Liz turned to Max for a second and then turned her attention back to the painting. "Yes, she is. Tell me about her," Liz requested.
"She was my father's distant cousin. He loved her like a sister. She was his advisor, but she was banded from Antar, because she stood against my father."
"Why did she stand against him?" Liz asked, curiously.
"He wanted to go to war against Kivar's parents. My father believed that the war would happen sooner or later, and he wanted it sooner. But Claudia believed they weren't a threat. When he was about to kill Kivar's father she used her powers to protect him." Max stopped to look at his teacher for conformation. "My father sent her to Earth and told her to ever even put a foot on Antar again." Max stared at the picture with sympathy. "I just hope she was happy where ever she was. Isabel really looked up to her."
Liz wistfully smiled. "She was happy. She found a man she loved, marry him, and they had a son.
Max looked questionably at Liz. "How do you know?"
"Because she is my grandmother."
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: life_mistery@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L
Summary: You'll just have to read to find out.
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: I'm still working on my other fics! I just had to start this one.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 9
Liz ignored Michael's presence, and sat next to her mother. "You should rest."
Mrs. Parker took Liz's hands in hers. "I've rested enough. You are the one that needs to rest, and…" Mrs. Parker let her gaze drift to the painting Liz had been watching. "Think about things."
Liz followed her mother's gaze. "So is true?" She asked, but didn't receive an answer.
"You just need to open your eyes and see." Nancy put her finger on Liz's lip, silencing her. "Really see your surrounding, the people around you."
Michael stayed silent, not understanding what was going on, but knowing it meant something to them.
Mrs. Parker took both of Liz's hands. "Your grandmother would have like to be the one to do this." Before Liz could ask what she meant her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Michael rushed to Liz's side and set her next to her mother on the bed. "What did you do to her?"
Mrs. Parker smiled at Michael. "She'll be okay. A part of her brain was "sealed" and now that part is "unsealing"... Her minds it's preparing for some adjustments that are going to be made when she remembers… Acquiring new knowledge you could say."
"What new knowledge?" Michael questioned.
"You will have to ask her." Mrs. Parker watched Liz. "I know why you brought me here."
Michael went rigid. "I'll get Prince Max."
"Don't," Mrs. Parker ordered, stopping him. "My priority now is Liz, to see that she copes with her new knowledge, after that my job is done, and everything will be up to Liz," Mrs. Parker informed him, giving him a heads up.
Michael nodded, not sure how to take the new information. "When will she be up?"
Mrs. Parker ran her hands through Liz's hair. "Soon…"
Michael quietly left, knowing Liz was in good hands, and resumed to his duties. 'She looked so peaceful,' he thought, 'I can't get distracted.' And went on his search for Max.
* * * *
Nancy watched Liz, and hoped she would be ready for the responsibility that would soon fall on her shoulders.
* * * *
Liz woke up late at night, her mother already asleep. She quietly scrambled out of the bed. Liz made sure she hadn't woken up her mother and then she tip toed out of the room. She silently closed the door and all her effort to be quiet almost failed when the guards patted her on the shoulder; she had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream.
"You scared me," she whispered to the guards. "I'm going to take a look around."
"I'm sorry, Miss, but—"
Liz put her finger on top of her lips. "Shh..," when the guard stopped talking she stopped.
The guard spoke again. "I'm sorry—" For a second time Liz did the same thing.
The guard was getting annoyed. "You can't leave."
"My mother's asleep, you idiots. Now keep it quiet. And I'm not staying the entire day coped up in that room. So, either one of you come with me, or I go alone," Liz whispered hotly.
The guards didn't have time to think about it, because she was already down the corner.
The guards looked at each other and the tallest went running after Liz, leaving the short guy grumbling to himself.
* * * *
Liz saw Michael a little further away, and was about to call out to him, but she saw Isabel pull him into a room. She heard the guard behind her and asked, "That was Isabel, right?"
"Princess Isabel," the guard corrected.
"Whatever," Liz muttered and a memory came to her.
* * * *
"Liz, when you meet the King or royalty, you bow, and call them by their title. You must showed them respect," Her grandmother lectured, and then demonstrated Liz how to bow correctly. "Now, Liz, you must practice until it's perfect."
The five-year-old, with chocolate brown eyes nodded and began to practice.
* * * *
The guard worriedly, tapped Liz on the shoulder. "Are you okay, Miss?"
Liz questionably looked at him, and then smiled. "Yeah. Please, call me Liz." Liz continued to walk down the hall. "What's your name?"
"Steve," the guard answered.
They passed the room where Michael had entered with Isabel and Liz couldn't help but glare at it. "Is this the library?" She asked, when she saw a tall, wide door with the designs of books on it.
"Yes, but Prince Max is there." Steve said, and continued to walk by it.
Liz opened the door and ignored Steve's protest. That's when she saw the same painting with the person that looked like her grandmother. Liz was distracted by the painting and didn't notice Max approaching her.
"She's incredible, isn't she?" He asked.
Liz turned to Max for a second and then turned her attention back to the painting. "Yes, she is. Tell me about her," Liz requested.
"She was my father's distant cousin. He loved her like a sister. She was his advisor, but she was banded from Antar, because she stood against my father."
"Why did she stand against him?" Liz asked, curiously.
"He wanted to go to war against Kivar's parents. My father believed that the war would happen sooner or later, and he wanted it sooner. But Claudia believed they weren't a threat. When he was about to kill Kivar's father she used her powers to protect him." Max stopped to look at his teacher for conformation. "My father sent her to Earth and told her to ever even put a foot on Antar again." Max stared at the picture with sympathy. "I just hope she was happy where ever she was. Isabel really looked up to her."
Liz wistfully smiled. "She was happy. She found a man she loved, marry him, and they had a son.
Max looked questionably at Liz. "How do you know?"
"Because she is my grandmother."
