Where's my father?
Hello everyone! Okay, once more: I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or anything. The twins and the Guardians' kids are figments of my imagination. This is rated T to be safe. Read, enjoy, but NO FLAMES!
History of the story, Elyon had someone's children--twins. But no one, save Elyon, her new husband and the Guardians know who he is. Although her children want to know, she's never told her kids where their father went.
Chapter 1: The missing daughter
Celeste was missing. Again. That didn't surprise Elyon--her youngest child often went missing. What did annoy her was that the Guardians had agreed to meet them that day, if only to see the mysterious Celeste--and she was missing again! Elyon silently cursed her daughter as she walked aimlessly around the room.
Her husband looked at Elyon from his seat at his desk. "El, please sit down." He asked softly. "You know Celeste goes missing often--and she always comes back!"
Elyon stopped her pacing and stood behind her husband. "I know, I know. I'm overprotective. But...Celeste worries me. She's just like her father. And that's not a good thing, Palar." She fretted. "She still doesn't know who her father is--but what if she finds out? I don't think I can handle it if she does meet him! What if she goes evil too?"
Palar stood up slowly and hugged Elyon. "El. She's not a baby anymore. She's already almost 18! And you've done a wonderful job raising her. Celeste is independant, confident--Elyon, she'll be a wonderful ruler some day!" He soothed his wife.
A young maid enter and curtsied politely. "Your Majesties...the Guardians have arrived. And there's no word of Lady Celeste." She announced.
Elyon smiled weakly. "Oh. Okay. Well, a queen does what she must--come along, my darling." She added to her husband. The couple walked into the throne room and happily greeted their friends. "Celeste is missing again." Elyon blurted.
Will laughed. "That doesn't surprise me. Pretty as she is, she acts wild." She commented with a well practiced smile. Carefully she took Caleb's hand. "Our son Connor is missing too. We're used to it." She added.
Caleb chuckled. "We'll have issues when he hits 21. We'll never see him again!" He joked.
A deep voice spoke up. "If Celeste didn't hate him so, I'd say Connor and she were soulmates." It was, of course, Celeste's twin brother Elrin. He smiled charmingly and held the door open for the guests as they laughed and filtered out of the room slowly.
Meanwhile...
Celeste smiled as she galloped away from the palace on her horse. Finally, freedom! No more wearing dresses or anything. With her legs clad safely in leather breeches, her hair pinned up and her mother's eyes not on her, Celeste felt happy. Free.
Of course, she felt guilty about leaving her mother like that. The fact remained that the only reason she had left was that she hated Connor, and he was sure to ruin her daily ride. Besides that, it was great fun to gallop off to who knows where, leaving all her worries far behind...
A figure suddenly tackled Celeste and knocked her entirely off her horse. She reached for her dagger and leaped to her feet, blue eyes narrowed in uncontrolable anger. "Stand and fight, you coward!" She shouted at the figure.
It laughed and stood up, shaking dirt from its dark hair. "Who's the coward--the attacker or the one who runs away from her duties?" It asked.
Celeste groaned and reached for her horse's reins. "Connor, what are you doing here?" She demanded. "Leave me alone!"
"No can do, brat. Elrin sent me. He said Queenie dearest was worried over you, and who better to sober you up than me?" Connor teased.
Celeste rolled her eyes and started to climb onto her horse again. "Go jump off a cliff!" She shouted.
"Now, now. If I do that, no one can ever tell you who your father is." Connor said pointedly. "They tell me you ask constantly. Do you truly want to know who he is?" Connor whispered.
Celeste leaned close. "Tell me." She breathed.
"Your father is..." Connor said, his eyes twinkling with humor. "A secret." He finished. Then he grabbed Celeste's hand. "Meet me on the dining room balcony and I'll tell you. At midnight."
