Chapter 4
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Sorry 'bout the wait, guys. But I'm going to give you a warning here: this chapter is going to consist of a few POV switches. I'll label them so you can keep up.
~Gray
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~-=3rd Person-Xellos=-~
"ABSOLUTLY NOT!!!!" The loud outburst rang through out the palace and beyond, sending a rude wake up call to everyone in the kingdom minus a certain engaged princess. It shook the ground so hard that the purple haired priest, who was currently hovering above a large tree, lost control of his floating ability and went crashing in the tangled mass of branches below.
Xellos gasped as he had, literally, the wind knocked out of him. Pulling himself onto the tree, he managed to obtain flight once again. This time, however, his closed eyes weren't staring at the sleeping princess, but a window several rooms down in which a fiery redhead and a stubborn raven haired girl were have an argument.
He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he had a pretty good idea when Sylphiel stomped her foot and held up a pink and rather frilly dress. Lina only groaned and turned on her heel, storming away.
Xellos sighed and turned away. However interesting it was to see Lina angry, it was no fun when she was enjoying the argument.
He stopped as several glimpses of ivory could be seen through out the now crowded market. Smirking, Xellos continued to watch as he began to teleport. One word left his mouth as he disappeared from sight. "Interesting,"
~-=1st person-Lina=-~
I quickly ran down the halls, fully knowing how loud I was being. A smile broke out on my face, as I knew Sylphiel was following, but at a slower pace. This reminded me of when we were still a group. Before we had broken up. All those battles we had gone through; Shabranigdo, Dark star, Phibrizzo, and all the others. It was… fun. Most of the time, I took it seriously, fully knowing how dangerous things were. But, always, right when things looked worst, it seemed like I could laugh. I usually almost did.
It was a small desire, one that not even Xellos could pick out, but it was there. I knew it. When I was a child, my mother had told me while she cleaned out my skinned knee, "When you want to cry… laugh," I thought she had finally gone off the deep end. I mean, living with two children that could already do some rather destructive spells could drive someone batty. But instead, she told me that a laugh means hope. So laugh when things look bad. Unfortunately, she hadn't followed that rule herself. When father left, she barely moved from the window. My mother truly had given up hope.
It's strange how those memories came up. Even after almost thirteen years after her death. My smile faded.
Listening, I could no longer hear Sylphiel's footsteps. The game was over. The cat had given in. Sighing, I quickly made my way to the main entrance and strode out. I needed air.
The market was now busy, with people of all shapes and sizes wandering around. It felt good to be out of that cramped palace. I felt like I wasn't tied down any longer. My first instinct was to cast Raywing. However, that would cause quite a crowd, and I wasn't in any mood to have the spotlight turned onto me.
I continued down the dirt streets. As I walked, I watched everyone around me. Everyone was preparing for the Wedding, buying dresses and chatting happily with one another. I sighed; Amelia was going to kill me for running off. But it wasn't as if the actual wedding was going to happen that day. No; it was just a practice ceremony. Gently, I closed my eyes, only for a brief moment.
And, of course with my luck, in that moment I ran into someone. I fell back and landed on the hard dirt, groaning. Looking up, I opened my mouth to apologize. The apology, however, wasn't what came out of my mouth.
"Zel!" I exclaimed, tackling the stony chimera in a bear hug. I couldn't believe he was actually there. Zelgadis stumbled back, a bit surprised. I managed a simple smile as he stuttered out my name. "Amelia's going to be so happy you came!"
He pulled back and looked at me in my eyes. Something was bothering him, I could tell. "No, she won't," he said, he tone low.
"What?" I asked, not understanding. He shook his head.
"She doesn't have to know I'm here,"
"What are you talking about? You're here for Amelia's wedding, right?"
"No, I'm here on personal matters," his answer was quick and to the point. I couldn't believe it. He actually had the nerve to come to Saillune, even when he knew she was expecting him, and not even wish Amelia well? I wasn't going to let him go that easy.
"Okay," I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the palace. "You can say 'Hi' to Amelia while you're here,"
"No," He pulled his hand away. Frustrated, I turned around and glared at him.
"Yes, you are." It was obvious neither of us were going to give in. Sighing, I decided to put logic as well as power on my side. "Look, you have two choices. One, you can go peacefully with me and wish Amelia luck. Or, two, I can drag you there, more than likely starting a free-for-all in the middle of the street, getting us both arrested and having Amelia bail us out. Either way, you aren't leaving this place until Amelia knows you came," I knew I'd won.
Sighing, he shook his head. "Fine, have it your way."
