Tess regarded Zhandia, quick flashes going through her mind. Flashes of the
past. What did they mean? She felt an uncontrolled hatred for the girl
standing before her, but she didn't know the reason. Was it something from
their past? Who was this girl, and why did she provoke such feelings
within? She felt as if they were bitter enemies of long ago. She searched
her mind, letting all the chatter float around her.
"Your Highness, are you sure you want to do this? Think of your people. They need you." Tarik tightened his hand on her shoulder slightly in concern.
"What do they need of me, Tarik? A weak ruler, who could not save them from an attack. not once, but twice? This is how I will save them. If it means my life to kill Khivar and save everyone on Antar, then so be it." Zhandia balled her hands into fists, thinking of her people and wondering how things were faring up there. Perhaps they were all right, as long as Khivar was here on Earth. But she had no clue and no contact with Astlar since she had left. It had only been a month here on Earth, but in Antar. Three months have passed. Three months that who knew what transpired.
Max and the others watched the exchange, varying degrees of emotions flowing through them. Max felt the confusion hit him at her words. She was of Antar? Could she be believed? If so, then they were on the same side. But, if she was the queen. Did that make her his wife? If he was destined to be King and ruler of Antar, then she must be his mate. What did that make Tess? Speaking of Tess, why did Zhandia have such violent reactions to her? Was there more going on than he knew? Who was he to believe?
Michael stared at Zhandia in distrust, trying to figure out whether she was lying or telling the truth. She couldn't be part of the royal four. Why wasn't she reborn on Earth as they had? It didn't add up. If there were supposed to be only four, then which one of the five was the odd person out? Who was the traitor among them? He wondered if this girl was leading them into a trap. He couldn't believe her words.
Isabel felt despair and fear. Was she destined to live Vilandra's life? Was she the one to betray them all? Perhaps she wasn't of the royals. No, it can't be me, she told herself. I would never betray my brother and Michael. She didn't want to believe Zhandia and her words of being the Queen of Antar. That would make one of them an outcast, and Isabel just couldn't face that it could be her.
Tess narrowed her eyes, more flashes coming to her. None of them making any sense, but the emotions did. She had hated Zhandia, had envied her all that she had. She had fought to get it and won. She was the traitor; she felt it deep within. She believed all that she heard, for she witnessed bits and pieces of her life on Antar. And of the other planet. But she said nothing, keeping it all inside.
'This plan would never work,' Tess thought as she watched everyone trying to gather their shattered thoughts.
"Your Highness, are you sure you want to do this? Think of your people. They need you." Tarik tightened his hand on her shoulder slightly in concern.
"What do they need of me, Tarik? A weak ruler, who could not save them from an attack. not once, but twice? This is how I will save them. If it means my life to kill Khivar and save everyone on Antar, then so be it." Zhandia balled her hands into fists, thinking of her people and wondering how things were faring up there. Perhaps they were all right, as long as Khivar was here on Earth. But she had no clue and no contact with Astlar since she had left. It had only been a month here on Earth, but in Antar. Three months have passed. Three months that who knew what transpired.
Max and the others watched the exchange, varying degrees of emotions flowing through them. Max felt the confusion hit him at her words. She was of Antar? Could she be believed? If so, then they were on the same side. But, if she was the queen. Did that make her his wife? If he was destined to be King and ruler of Antar, then she must be his mate. What did that make Tess? Speaking of Tess, why did Zhandia have such violent reactions to her? Was there more going on than he knew? Who was he to believe?
Michael stared at Zhandia in distrust, trying to figure out whether she was lying or telling the truth. She couldn't be part of the royal four. Why wasn't she reborn on Earth as they had? It didn't add up. If there were supposed to be only four, then which one of the five was the odd person out? Who was the traitor among them? He wondered if this girl was leading them into a trap. He couldn't believe her words.
Isabel felt despair and fear. Was she destined to live Vilandra's life? Was she the one to betray them all? Perhaps she wasn't of the royals. No, it can't be me, she told herself. I would never betray my brother and Michael. She didn't want to believe Zhandia and her words of being the Queen of Antar. That would make one of them an outcast, and Isabel just couldn't face that it could be her.
Tess narrowed her eyes, more flashes coming to her. None of them making any sense, but the emotions did. She had hated Zhandia, had envied her all that she had. She had fought to get it and won. She was the traitor; she felt it deep within. She believed all that she heard, for she witnessed bits and pieces of her life on Antar. And of the other planet. But she said nothing, keeping it all inside.
'This plan would never work,' Tess thought as she watched everyone trying to gather their shattered thoughts.