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Enigma
Chapter 6
Red watched the front door cautiously, expanding his senses to see if anyone in the large house was awake. In one room, a boy and girl were sleeping peacefully, another boy slept in his room just as peacefully, and the only other occupant was an eighteen-year-old girl standing on a balcony, in solitude.
He smiled. A smile full of secret meanings, of hidden emotions, like a daggers edge gleaming in the light. He slipped through the shadows around the house, until he was standing unnoticed on the floor below the balcony. A slight wind blew the girls silver hair back, and he saw a glint of blue-green glancing his way. The full moon over the beach was the only light, the only noise the gentle pounding of waves against the sandy shores.
He found a fence on the side of the house, green vines growing around the white wooden pieces. He climbed up, barely making a noise, until he was on the side of the balcony. When the girl's eyes, now a flashing silver, looked straight down at him, he went over the edge of the balcony so he was face-to-face with the young, soon-to-be, Queen Dragoness.
Sandrine watched as Red—the prince of her kind, destined to rule the strongest of races—climb up the wall of the house. Just like Romeo in the Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, she reminded herself.
She took a step back to let him land safely on his feet when he hopped over the small wall of the balcony, and looked up to meet his black eyes. Red was only the outer ring, small flames dancing, hidden by wild emotions. His angular face was beautiful—even more so than normal—in the pale moonlight.
"Drine," he said quietly, and took a step towards her. The name only he was allowed to call her sent chills through the air.
"Red, stop. I'm not going back to Untopia," she said desperately, not even a thought to hide her emotions while he was around. "Untopia" was the nickname the Thin Bloods had named the Dragon Realm, kept a secret from the nobles. Only Red and few others knew of the word.
Red shook his head slightly. "That's not why I'm here," he said in a low voice.
San snorted and took another step back. "You can't get anything from me. I barely have my pride as it is, thanks to you. Here, in the Human world, I will not let you take it from me again." Only one thought ran throughout her mind to back up the words she had said: He betrayed you.
"I'm not an idiot, Drine," he said, taking a step towards her. His step made her two look like baby-steps.
"Stop calling my Drine, Raymond." He winced at the use of his full name in her voice, but she continued. "Only people I love can call me that. Which means no one."
He took a deep breath and used a hand to try and massage his neck. His eyes were almost distant, almost desperate, only a mere three inches from hers. "San, please, I don't know why you're acting like this—"
She cut him off, a fist going in-between them to land on his chest. "You should know," she snarled, eyes flashing red, black, until they settled back to a silver-white. She looked her full unearthly self, every bit of the Silver Dragon that was her inheritance. Yet, a small dose of something else was in the mix.
"I don't know, San." His voice was pleading, desperate to make her believe him.
Her eyes left his, drifting towards the full moon that was slowly receding into the center of the sky. "You know, the moon…" she was saying, began to mumble, and come to a full stop. San's eyes caught a glimmer of silver around Red's neck, and a hand against her will moved up to touch it. She pulled out the silver chain from beneath his shirt until a small pendant was in her hand, ignoring the shocks that went through her arm at the touch. It was flat, with a silver Dragon on the left, a black Dragon on the right. Their faraway claws were met, their eyes interlocking—a black diamond and a drop of mercury held by Dragon magick.
Red's eyes looked at hers in question. "It's the Silver and Black Dragon. You know that, San. You gave it to me."
"I know I gave it to you, but…" The sentence wasn't finished. "It's my mother and father. Why didn't you tell Anj when you told her that the Silver Dragon was my mother? That the Black Dragon was my father?"
The Black Dragon was supposedly myth in Untopia, never being a trace of his magick anywhere. The reality of who he was was a secret sworn to death if told. But the Black Dragon had been San's father, the Silver Dragon her mother. The two mythical Dragon's had come together and created a small, powerful Dragoness that's own myth hadn't even been created.
The prince looked at her with question. "I promised you that I'd never tell who your father was, Sandrine. Don't you remember?"
"I don't have amnesia, Red. Of course, I remember. But I saw my necklace on someone else. That's why… that's why I was mad at you." San watched the Dragon with almost suspicion, but she couldn't accuse him of giving it to someone else. He had kept one promise, why wouldn't he keep another.
He shook his head, the red brightening in his eyes. "I never let anyone see it," he said softly, almost hurt.
"I know that now, but then why would Christina Trant have it—" she was saying, but Red shook his head.
"We'll think about that later, San."
"It's Drine to you."
Red smiled, the flames in his eyes glowing profusely. Suddenly, as quickly as a striking snake, his arms were around her and holding him against her. Her arms went around his neck in a death grip embrace as he buried his head in her neck. He seemed to be breathing in the scent of her hair, which was now clean from a shower and slightly damp.
"God, I'm obsessed with you," he said, breath warm against San's skin.
"The feelings mutual," she murmured against his black t-shirt. And for a while, they stood that way, holding each other and feeling their minds merge. San felt whole, as if she'd found her Romeo, or her north to south, east to west. The sun to the moon.
And that's what they were. San was the moon, with her peace and tranquility. Silver and exotic, beautiful enough that you never tire of seeing her. Just like the moon.
Red was the sun, with enough moods and facades to fool the greatest conman. His temper was strong, his eyes dancing flames that warmed the soul.
Neither could exist without the other, or the world itself would be destroyed.
Finally, San pulled back slightly, loosening her grip. She realized the pendant was still her hand as she let it slip back under his shirt. "I've got to go get some sleep," she whispered, watching his eyes dance with flames.
Red looked slightly understanding, yet didn't want to let her go. "Drine, please, come back to our realm," he whispered, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek.
"No," she whispered, barely inaudible. "I need to take my path for a while. Untopia isn't where I belong, Red, and you know that."
He pulled back at looked into her eyes, trying to read all the emotions there. "Please, Sandrine. Jahn is here, and she's after your blood. I'm not here to help you—"
"I can take care of myself. That's a well known fact. When she came here earlier, I could have beaten her. I know I could have." Certainty laced her words with anger.
Red sighed and leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. Instantly, like plastic wrap in a flame, she melted against him. It was insane that he could make her almost wish to obey his commands with—
She pulled back and met his eyes stubbornly. "Red, don't make me get angry, please. I don't want to fight with you, and I know that feeling is mutual. So just go, and don't drain your power trying to come and visit me."
Reluctantly he obeyed, pulling back and leaving San feeling cold and alone once more. His eyes met hers, glowing in the pale darkness. After a moment, he turned and jumped from the balcony, and a giant red dragon sprang from below, flying into the night sky.