((A/N- It's your favorite little scary person, back again! This story's become my central point of interest for the past two weeks, in case anyone is wondering why chapters keep popping up. Well, anyways, I have to go soon, so this not is bound to be short N sweet. Disclaimer on Chap. 2. Luv ya!))
"You have no say in this!"
"Aidan, please!"
The dark-haired girl whirled around, eyes flashing. "Don't you ever," she snarled, "call me Aidan. My name is Adrian, and you are not my mother. You've never even loved me! All I did in school was try to please you, and if I came home with an A, you wanted an A+! And when I did that, you still weren't satisfied!" Her eyes filled with tears. "Weren't you ever happy with me?"
Anita Namir stared at the child she had taken in so many years ago, who she had raised dutifully. Was she happy with her? At times, yes. At particular school functions, when Aidan had surpassed her classmates. Did she love her?
Did she? Or had she been acting from duty? Anita tried to be warm and motherly, but she came off as strict and...."ickish". And now that that child was revealed to be the daughter of an emperor in a fantasy world, didn't that make Anita the fool?
Of course it did. But then, Anita Namir was a fool. Which was exactly why the young girl fled from her "mother"'s silence.
Anita turned and sighed. Oh, what woes life brought.
~*~
Zakath paced in his room, turning over his thoughts as the girl sat on the bed, her eyes red and tear-streaked. He turned to her, his expression concerned. "Adrian? Are you all right?"
She nodded, the sobs coming up again. "Sh...She d-d-d-didn't even ans..answer when I as-asked her if she was ha---- happy w-with meeeee." The sob began again, and Zakath sat down next to his daughter, an arm around her shoulder.
"I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you, " he said, trying to comfort her. "Sometimes it can be hard to confront one's emotions." Adrian nodded, and they just sat quietly for a while.
"How did it happen."
Zakath looked to the girl, startled and the resolution and bluntness in her face. He weighed it with himself, agonizing over whether to tell her. Finally, he decided to tell her all of it.
"Aidan, when you were born, the most of Mallorea rejoiced. Finally, the Emperor had an heir, and the line was safe, for the moment anyways. But, not all of Mallorea was pleased. There was a particular line that didn't want you around. It seems Zandramas had a cousin, Glenthak, who was having imperial ambitions. Zandramas promised him the Imperial Throne, of course, but that little plan ended about the same time our final confrontation did.
"He decided now that even if Zandramas was gone, he was going to get the throne anyways. You were one when it happened." He shut his eyes a moment, and then reopened them. "Cyradis put you to bed one night, and returned immediatly to the royal apartment, because she had had a long day. We went to bed, and that was the last we ever saw of you.
"The next day, Cyradis was inconsolable. I methodically ferreted out anyone involved in your abduction, and just as methodically crucified them. We found Glenthak had been planning this little escapade for months now, and that only served to enrage me further." Zakath closed his eyes again. "He was the last one crucified, and the worst. As the fatal wound was etched into him, he cried out that he would return as the embodiment of nightmares and hosts of demons. Then he died."
Adrian was quiet a few minutes, and then she hugged him fiercely. "I won't ever leave you again, Daddy."
Zakath held her.
~*~
Geran noticed the arrow before anyone else did, the point whizzing directly at the black haired center of his world. Quickly he leapt, and felt the point embed itself in his chest.
"GERAN!!!"
He coughed hazily as the figure knelt beside him, pulling him onto her lap. He looked up through the tears to see a pair of crystal bluesgape at him numbly. "Geran?," those perfect lips whispered. "Geran!"
"I love you, Adrian."
"Noooo!!!"
((A/N- Ok, don't mind me, I just wrote this after totally creaming the other Mock Trial team tonight...Oh well, here you go, PLEASE please review!! Ok? I WUV YOU!! Thank you!! ^__^ Hehe, I'm hyper. Ok, well, thank you!
Love,
Duchess.))
"You have no say in this!"
"Aidan, please!"
The dark-haired girl whirled around, eyes flashing. "Don't you ever," she snarled, "call me Aidan. My name is Adrian, and you are not my mother. You've never even loved me! All I did in school was try to please you, and if I came home with an A, you wanted an A+! And when I did that, you still weren't satisfied!" Her eyes filled with tears. "Weren't you ever happy with me?"
Anita Namir stared at the child she had taken in so many years ago, who she had raised dutifully. Was she happy with her? At times, yes. At particular school functions, when Aidan had surpassed her classmates. Did she love her?
Did she? Or had she been acting from duty? Anita tried to be warm and motherly, but she came off as strict and...."ickish". And now that that child was revealed to be the daughter of an emperor in a fantasy world, didn't that make Anita the fool?
Of course it did. But then, Anita Namir was a fool. Which was exactly why the young girl fled from her "mother"'s silence.
Anita turned and sighed. Oh, what woes life brought.
~*~
Zakath paced in his room, turning over his thoughts as the girl sat on the bed, her eyes red and tear-streaked. He turned to her, his expression concerned. "Adrian? Are you all right?"
She nodded, the sobs coming up again. "Sh...She d-d-d-didn't even ans..answer when I as-asked her if she was ha---- happy w-with meeeee." The sob began again, and Zakath sat down next to his daughter, an arm around her shoulder.
"I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you, " he said, trying to comfort her. "Sometimes it can be hard to confront one's emotions." Adrian nodded, and they just sat quietly for a while.
"How did it happen."
Zakath looked to the girl, startled and the resolution and bluntness in her face. He weighed it with himself, agonizing over whether to tell her. Finally, he decided to tell her all of it.
"Aidan, when you were born, the most of Mallorea rejoiced. Finally, the Emperor had an heir, and the line was safe, for the moment anyways. But, not all of Mallorea was pleased. There was a particular line that didn't want you around. It seems Zandramas had a cousin, Glenthak, who was having imperial ambitions. Zandramas promised him the Imperial Throne, of course, but that little plan ended about the same time our final confrontation did.
"He decided now that even if Zandramas was gone, he was going to get the throne anyways. You were one when it happened." He shut his eyes a moment, and then reopened them. "Cyradis put you to bed one night, and returned immediatly to the royal apartment, because she had had a long day. We went to bed, and that was the last we ever saw of you.
"The next day, Cyradis was inconsolable. I methodically ferreted out anyone involved in your abduction, and just as methodically crucified them. We found Glenthak had been planning this little escapade for months now, and that only served to enrage me further." Zakath closed his eyes again. "He was the last one crucified, and the worst. As the fatal wound was etched into him, he cried out that he would return as the embodiment of nightmares and hosts of demons. Then he died."
Adrian was quiet a few minutes, and then she hugged him fiercely. "I won't ever leave you again, Daddy."
Zakath held her.
~*~
Geran noticed the arrow before anyone else did, the point whizzing directly at the black haired center of his world. Quickly he leapt, and felt the point embed itself in his chest.
"GERAN!!!"
He coughed hazily as the figure knelt beside him, pulling him onto her lap. He looked up through the tears to see a pair of crystal bluesgape at him numbly. "Geran?," those perfect lips whispered. "Geran!"
"I love you, Adrian."
"Noooo!!!"
((A/N- Ok, don't mind me, I just wrote this after totally creaming the other Mock Trial team tonight...Oh well, here you go, PLEASE please review!! Ok? I WUV YOU!! Thank you!! ^__^ Hehe, I'm hyper. Ok, well, thank you!
Love,
Duchess.))
