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The Queen of Kandrakar
By chorse
Chapter 2
Confrontation and the Prophecy
Velvet darkness. Deceptive black. All this swam just behind Will's eyes before she could open them. Something was poking into the small of her back. Groaning, the rebel sat up and rubbed her head.
"Ow. Where am I?" questioned Will absentmindedly, not thinking of who else might be around.
"We're in Phobos' dungeon," said a voice. Will jumped and looked for the unknown person.
"Aldorn, don't do that to me!" huffed the human girl. Crossing her arms across her chest and curling her legs, she glared at the man who loved to tease her. The perpetrator laughed.
"It's not funny! Anyway, what happened?"
Aldorn sighed. Apparently, he didn't want to go over this, but she asked and from the time she chose to be their leader, they had learned that is wasbetter answer her questions. After all, Will still had that one trait she and her mom had truly shared: their hot temper.
"It seems there was a traitor in our ranks. They informed Phobos and Cedric of our whereabouts. Then they attacked they us and the village we had been hiding in. Killed many people. Strange thing is that they didn't destroy us, the leaders. Phobos is the one that is going to deal the blow."
"But I thought we got all the spies out! I mean, they tried before, but it never worked!" exclaimed Will.
Aldorn stood up and began pacing. "I've been thinking about that," he said. "What if the other spies acted as decoys. It would have been perfect! While we went after other people, this guy…"
"Ahem!"
"…Or girl—Sorry Will—stole information about our troops, location, and who our spies were! It's brilliant!" he finally finished.
"Okay, so now that we have established that fact, I've got another question: Where's Vathek?"
"In the next cell. He's knocked out. They did quite a number on the poor guy," explained Aldorn.
Will looked at the wall that separated the two cells. Thick, solid rock made it up, as well as two other walls. The last one was made up of tall, substantial bars constructed of something that resembled steel, colder than ice and harder than diamond. "Have you tried to escape?" she questioned.
"No. I don't have any magic and it wouldn't have worked anyway; the bars are Threbian steel. They absorb magic. Phobos doesn't take chances now. Besides, even if I could get out, I couldn't leave you and Vathek since both of you guys were still out like a light," he explained, using the familiar Earth phrase.
"Damn."
Suddenly, the cell door started to open to reveal two burly guards. Behind them stood one of the creatures Will didn't want to see at that moment. Cedric smirked gleefully at the two of them. Vathek, now awake, stood chained next to him.
"Time to meet our King," the serpent-man said smugly, glowering at her. The guards moved forward and before she could blink, they had hers' and Aldorn's wrists shackled in manacles made of the same metal as the bars. Roughly, the brutes pulled the two of them to their feet. Will was too exhausted to even try to fight against them. Like dogs, they were led away from the dungeon.
Not caring where they were going because she was still tired from just coming out of unconsciousness, she simply walked as everything else swam by her vision. Once in awhile she would notice something of interest. A piece of pottery here, a painting of an elegant person there. The Guardian also noted vaguely the changing "mood" (if you could call it that) of the halls; going from dark and gloomy to brighter and beautiful.
Fit for a king, she thought and inwardly laughed with sarcasm.
Finally, they reached the high, bejeweled doors that hid the person that would decide their fate. The young woman couldn't help but wonder what that doom would be. Would they be turned into slaves? Executed on the spot? Or condemned to die slowly and painfully? Or would they…
Okay, time to stop thinking, she thought, reprimanding herself just in time to notice that their gruff and crude companions were replaced with two male Whisperers, one a pretty sunset color; the other a calming shade of periwinkle. The doors opened and Cedric lead them in through the tall entrance.
Phobos looked out at the three rebels. One was the cobalt man that had betrayed them. Another was the adoptive father of his deceased sister. Finally, he looked at the last one.
The keeper of the Heart of Kandrakar, he reflected. Pale blue eyes swept over the onenamed Will.
Just-below-the-chin length hair that was the color of blood, long legs, eyes like hot cocoa (an Earth drink that he had become fond of), and a body that would cause any sane man with no sense of dignity to take her by the hand into another room and claim her as his own. Had she not been the main rebel leader and a Guardian, the young woman would probably have been a pleasure slave.
He watched as his Whisperers forced them to the ground. The blue one—Vathek, was it?—bent down easily. The other two, on the other hand (A/N), began to struggle. Not violently, for they were still fatigued from their capture. Finally, they stopped, too weak to continue.
Silence reignedover theroom. Will could scarcely breathe, as she was so frightened. She was in the middle between Aldorn and Vathek (the first being on her right and the latter on her left).
Hearing the sound of steps making their way over to her, she held what little breath she had and closed her eyes, face toward the cold ground. Her hands, bound behind her back, clenched in anxiety as fear continued to blaze through her body like a wildfire.
Suddenly, Will felt the warmth of finger curling around her chin and lifting her face up.
Oh crap, she thought. If she was scared before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now.
"Open your eyes," Phobos commanded, tilting her face up to examine the rebel. He watched as she obediently fluttered her brown eyes open to face the blond-haired king.
"It's been awhile, Guardian," he said.
Will scowled lightly, yet she was still thinking something along the lines of What is he doing?
"Do you want to know why you are here, Guardian? It is because one of your own betrayed you. Do you wish to know who?" he questioned. Phobos observed as Will's curiosity got the better of her, even if it would be her pride that should become the sacrificial lamb.
"Who?"
"Frost," he simply replied.
Will's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe it! Sure, she had her doubts about him and watched him closely just in case he tried to pull something on them, but even she had learned to trust him enough to have him go and check the perimeters. Something clicked in the back of her mind and her eyes continued to widen more, this time in realization.
That's how they knew our position, she thought. While we went after the decoys, he learned everything about us and where we were so they could attack us!
The king squeezed her chin lightly to bring her back to reality.
"Where is the Heart of Kandrakar?" he demanded to her. Phobos needed it to take the infinite realm of Kandrakar. Andthis girlhad it.
Will would of rolled her eyes if it were the appropriate situation (Example: If she was in a fight with her mom or Cornelia), but now was not the time. Instead, she continued to glare defiantly into steel-blue irises, daring them to do something.
They did something.
They narrowed pointedly and he smirked. "If you're going to be that way," he said, "I guess I'll just have to use other means to achieve it." With those words, Phobos took his middle and pointer fingers of his other hand and touched her forehead.
Psychic waves of pain coursed through Will's body and she cried out in anguish. It felt like fire—only worse—sweeping through her being.
Vaguely, she thought she heard a mental demand. It was saying, "Give me the Heart. Give me the Heart of Kandrakar!" And her mind was complying against her will. Will's eyes turned a pastel pink with a hint of silver as the Heart burst forth from her body into Phobos' waiting hands. Everything went dark again and she welcomed the midnight velvet of unconsciousness.
Phobos laughed as he held the amulet in his hands. At last, he had it! Turning to leave, Phobos never noticed the little light shining from the Heart's core.
Suddenly, it came into the open in a brilliant array of light and flew to the middle of the room. Startled, Phobos and everyone else in the throne room watched the Heart of Kandrakar. Visions began to dance a waltz of the heavens. Images of past Guardians swirled around them. Even though each one was different from the other, there was one thing they each had: the very crystal that floated before them.
Another vision was concocted, this time of Will: Will as a Guardian, being a normal girl, and transforming, as well as of her using the Heart.
Then, another premonition came and began to unfurl like a Casablanca flower.
It was a woman. A woman that looked like a queen.
Strawberry hair; a face of the angels; long, shapely legs; elegant hands; toned arms; and a curvaceous body completed her silhouette. Dark brown eyes full of wisdom and mischief sparkled with a child-like essence to them. She wore a lengthy, moon-white gown that fit perfectly in all the right places. It looked to be made of satin, but none of the room's occupants could be sure. The mysterious person wore no jewelry.
Her right hand was stretched out in front of her like she were reaching out to someone.In thepalm of it was the very object that was the cause of the visions floating around them: The Heart of Kandrakar.
"Will!" exclaimed Vathek.
Indeed, it was her, only it was a future version of her. Out of nowhere, a voice began to speak, lulling and calming.
"The future of this wondrous realm is the Keeper of it's Heart. A child with fire hair and the eyes of her Mother Earth shall become a queen—a queen that even I shall serve and respect. May Will Vandom be protected." It suddenly hit everyone listening: it was the Oracle's voice—and a prophecy!
Phobos couldn't believe this turn of events. He had the future Queen of Kandrakar as his prisoner? What would that mean for him? And what should he do with her?
Questions plagued his mind like a hive of angry bees. Finally, not knowing what to do, the sandy-haired king decided to think of the rebels' fate later.
"Take the men back to the dungeons and put them in separate cells. However," Phobos paused, glancing at Will who was still on the ground as the Heart reabsorbed back into her, "takewoman to one of the guest rooms in the East Wing of the castle." With that, he left the room, his long hair and braids trailing behind after him.
Yay, I finished! -
A/N: I don't know how I ended up typing like that, it just happened!
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