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Dark Meets Light

Lyrantern

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Jaenelle rose from her bed. The sun that shone into the room was warm, gentle and inviting. She then knew.

Today was the day.

"Jaenelle?"

Daemon wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips brushing against the junction between her shoulder and neck. Jaenelle's lips blossomed into a content smile as she reached back and buried her left hand in his hair. Daemon started pulling the fabric of her nightgown over her right shoulder when a knock suddenly came at the door.

Jaenelle slowly took her hand back and placed it on her lap while Daemon cursed viciously. Standing up, he wrapped a robe around himself and tied it close. Jaenelle looked back at the window to observe the sun, lost in her thoughts. The question now was exactly what time.

Daemon opened the door and growled at Lucivar. However, one look on his brother's face immediately leashed his temper.

"Lucivar? Are you all right?" Daemon asked, worry etched on his features. He noticed that Lucivar was slightly trembling. "Lucivar?"

"Can't you feel it, Bastard?" Lucivar asked in a soft voice, which was out of character for him.

Daemon only looked puzzled. "Feel what?"

Grabbing Daemon's wrists in a vice-like grip, Lucivar yanked his half brother out of the room. Stunned, Daemon was unable to react and almost crashed against his brother. Lucivar, however, held him to prevent their collision.

Daemon suddenly felt it.

Stepping out of Jaenelle's bedroom was like stepping out of the Darkness and into the Light. He suddenly felt so vulnerable - as if anyone who looked at him right now would see right through him. It was terrifying. It was as though he left the safety Darkness offered him - the safety his Jewels offered him.

Eyes widening, Daemon quickly tried to connect to his Black Jewels. To his immense shock and horror, he could not descend lower than the Opal.

His gaze locked with his half-brother's. His fear was reflected in those eyes as well.

"Our father is on his way here," Lucivar whispered. "But I'm not sure if he has answers. However, I do know that Cat has answers."

Daemon stepped aside to let Lucivar in. As soon as he himself was inside, he suddenly felt safe again. He knew it was Jaenelle.

The woman in question was staring outside the clear doors that lead to the balcony, a smile on her lips. The sun's rays washed over her, giving her an otherworldly appearance. It was as if she was talking to the sun...

That was impossible, right?

But knowing Jaenelle, there was no such thing as impossible.

"Cat?" Lucivar said slowly, wondering if she could hear him. Jaenelle turned her face away from the light to look at him, a small beautiful smile on her lips.

"He's coming..."

"So who's coming?"

Karla was the one who asked the question.

It was everyone who wanted to know the answer.

Jaenelle, however, only smiled secretively. "You'll see soon enough." She looked purposefully at the males. "Don't attack him."

Her First Circle, including the Kindred, along with Surreal and Falonar, were gathered in Jaenelle's bedroom. The room where Jaenelle was was the only room anywhere that felt safe.

"So it's a 'he'?" Surreal asked curiously. Jaenelle nodded. "And if I'm getting this right, he's the reason why we can't go deeper than the Opal?" Again, Jaenelle nodded, amusement in her eyes. That hint of amusement somehow eased the rest's fear. If she didn't feel threatened, neither should they.

Right?

"But how can he have this effect when he's not even here yet?" Khardeen asked anxiously. A cold silence filled the room.

Jaenelle looked like she was thinking on how to answer. That was not a good sign.

"He's... unique," she said slowly, as if unsure if 'unique' was the right word.

"Forgive me for sounding sarcastic but that's a bit obvious," Falonar stated just as slowly. Jaenelle frowned but not at him.

"You'll see when he gets here. I can't really say much about him. I haven't seen him in a while..."

"When was the last time you've seen him?" Daemon asked carefully.

Inside, he was miffed. How come he's never heard of this male until today? Was this male a threat?

"Oh, the last time I saw him was when I was nine years old. However, he's been in touch. He's also helped me a couple of times."

Saetan took the chance to speak. "Witch-child, how come we've heard of this male just now?"

"Oh, it's because-" She suddenly stopped and turned her head towards the direction of the balcony. She jumped out of her seat, a bright smile on her face. "He's here!" She ran out to the balcony, the others following her.

The first thing everyone noticed was the fact that the sun seemed so much larger that being outside was almost blinding. Everyone, except Jaenelle shielded their eyes from the brightness. However, a second later, the sun flashed and then went back to it's usual size. The First Circle looked around them, wondering what just happened. Everything felt normal as well.

Daemon tried connecting with his Black Jewels again and succeeded. He then noticed everyone looking down from the balcony. He looked down as well.

Standing on the ground underneath the balcony was a lone figure. He had a cloak around him and his head was covered as well, along with his mouth. He was looking up at them and it was impossible to say what his expression was due to the height.

Suddenly, without warning, Jaenelle jumped over the balcony and plunged towards the ground.

"Jaenelle!" Daemon, Lucivar, Saetan, Surreal and the rest yelled.

The figure down below suddenly seemed to get bigger and bigger. They then realized that he was flying towards Jaenelle!

He caught her mid-air and flew up towards them, cloak billowing around him. Everyone looked at him cautiously as he perched himself on the balcony railing, Jaenelle in his arms. His face was still invisible but his eyes were just like Jaenelle's - sapphire blue.

Everyone made space for the man to jump down from the railing. He gently placed Jaenelle on her own two feet.

"I didn't expect you to jump off like that just to meet little 'ol me," a deep and very attractive voice said from underneath the cloth covering the male's mouth. "You could have waited for a handshake."

"I haven't seen you in ages! You can't expect something so mild," Jaenelle replied with a grin.

Finally, the male decided to take the cloth off his head, along with the cloth covering most of his face.

The others present gasped.

He had golden hair and sapphire blue eyes. He was the male version of Jaenelle! Only, he seemed to look younger.

"Everyone," Jaenelle said, a huge smile on her face, seemingly oblivious to the others' shock. "This is Lyrantern, the King of Kae Askavi."

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