Morning, evening, did it matter anymore? Not to Chris. No
natural sunlight, no clocks, no one even to ask the time. Just
seemingly miles of tunnel. He hadn't gone too far, he was a little
worried that he'd get lost and die in the tunnels. He was very worried that his
father wouldn't accept him as a risk, and somehow these women would cause Cross
to crumble as the old Clik did. But he knew one
thing: If he didn't do something, he would die.
The thought didn't settle well with Chris. He wasn't ready to die yet. He was
only a prince, not a king. No power, or anything to
play with. Just a lowly prince. No one looked up to
him yet, a taste of power might be nice before he passed on to the next
world...
No! I mustn't think that way. Power isn't what my father seeks, why should I?
He hadn't produced an heir yet...although it's not as if he and Celine hadn't tried. He blushed at the thought. Perhaps all
of the Heradly in her made him sterile. He just
didn't know about magic at ALL, and now it's my downfall, being held prisoner
by a bunch of bratty girls.
He instantly sensed he wasn't alone. He turned quickly, to see nothing. He
looked around cautiously...his instincts were almost never wrong. He may not
know anything about magic, but he had learned a couple of things as a kid about
auras.
Perhaps he was just jittery. There was no one for miles in these god-forsaken
caverns. He looked at the wall across from him. No way he
could dig. Nothing he could do except wait for the girls to be finished
with him. He began to feel dizzy and turned back to the make-shift bed in the
room he woke up in.
Pae was standing in front of him. He jumped backwards
and landed on his back.
"Are you okay?", she asked.
"J-just dandy."
Pae had color in her face. "The others sent me
to call for you. They'd like you to meet someone."
Chris noticed something was wrong. "Pae, why
were you sent? Aren't you sisters, equals?"
Pae frowned. "Sisters, but not
equal. Come quickly, please."
She started quickly down a corrider. Chris ran to
catch up.
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