I was sitting in a chair inside the infirmary. All of the Gods' were standing in a circle around me, each staring at me like I was some sort of test subject. The healer was kneeling down in front of me, with my ankle on his lap. Evander still looked angry, Darak appeared amused, Liliac didn't really seem to care, and Josaf seemed guilty. Once he heard that I hurt my ankle, he quickly apologized. But, it wasn't really his fault. Darak did teach me how to place my feet when I knew it was too late to defend against a lower blow. I just didn't remember in time.

"I can heal this injury to an extent. The rest will need to heal itself." The healer said. Healers were gifted with the power of…well healing, obviously. They can see into the injury, find the source of the pain, among other things.

"What is the reason that you cannot heal it completely?" Evander said, still keeping his gaze on my swollen ankle.

"On the outside it appears as a crack to bone, but after looking closer I was able to see that she also has torn her tendon a bit. I can heal the crack and I can lead the tendon into its healing process. She will have to stay off of it for another week, sire."

"I understand. Do what you can." Evander said, than turned around and left. Just like that. I still don't understand the reason why he's so angry. It's ridiculous. Yeah, I messed up. But, it's also not completely my fault that I hurt my ankle. To the Gods', this man. And I was to be married to him. Great.

The healer placed his hands on my ankle and closed his eyes. A low hum began reverberating throughout the room. The place where the healer's hands touched began to get really warm. It was almost hot. The pain flared for a quick second. Before my body had time to react, it was gone. Just a dull throbbing sensation came from my bone.

Liliac and Josaf had left, once I looked up. Only Darak was left and he was leaning against the wall, in his normal stance. His arms crossed and one leg propped up on the wall.

"Lady Isabelle, I have completed healing your ankle and your Achilles tendon is also beginning to heal itself. May I leave?"

I smiled at him, "Yes you can, thank you so much."

The man blushed than hurriedly walked out the room. "How are you feeling, our injured little bird?" Darak said with a menacing grin.

"Just terrific." I replied dryly. The pain was honestly not bad anymore. But I knew that if I got up and put my weight on my leg, I would definitely fall.

"Ignore Evander, he is just worr-"

"I'm quite capable of explaining myself, brother. Thank you."

Darak grinned, "I shall leave you two lovebirds alone."

Evander walked in front of me, his eyes soft. "I believe I owe you an apology."

I snorted (very unladylike, I know), "Yeah you do."

"Then let me begin by apologizing. I am truly sorry, Lady Isabelle." Evander said. He motioned to the spot next to me on the bed, "May I?" I nodded. Evander took a seat next to me and looked over. After a moment of silence, he said, "I am just worried for you, Isabelle."

"Why are you worried?"

"Because right now, any injury to you is something the Others' can use against us. They are aware that you are not to your true potential yet so they will take this time to attack."

"I can use what everyone taught me!"

Evander chuckled, "Two weeks' worth of training is not anything compared to the Others'. I think you underestimate their power. Think about your first battle, when you took the life of one of them. You had collapsed. Think of the second battle, on the terrace. He overpowered your mind with a mere illusion."

"But now I know how to fight."

Evander shook his head, "The men they send after us, Isabelle, are highly trained. These are not rookies anymore; they come with intent to kill, or kidnap…and then kill." Then he did something that really shocked me. Evander kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his, "Please be more careful, Isabelle." He said in a gentle voice, "If something happens to you because of being involved with me and the other Gods', than I will probably lose control. Go on a rampage."

After regaining my speech, I smiled lightly and nodded, "I promise, I'll be more careful." Evander almost revealed a hint of a smile but then stood up and readjusted his jacket.

"I will have to place more bodyguards around you, including one of the others with you when I cannot be."

I groaned, "Great."

"It is for your own protection. Once you heal, we will begin the real training."

"Real training? Was the training I got not real?" I asked, sarcastically.

"It was plenty real but it will not be enough to get you past a fight with an Other who has been trained." For some reason, that made me remember back to my first battle.

"'Ello, Princess." he said with a sarcastic bow. "A pleasure t'meet you."

"I can't say the feeling is mutual."

"Ah, the kitten has claws."

Madison and Kendall stepped in front of me, "Don't you dare hurt the Goddess."

"Me? Oh, I would never. I just want t'witness her power."

"Sir Evander, we are being attacked!" Kendall whispered sharply. Evander appeared beside me.

"Ah, hello brother." the man said

Dominick. Why had he called Evander his brother? Is this why he's so worried?

"Please say something, your silence is torture." Evander said, still thinking that I was angry.

"Who is Dominick, Evander?" I asked, staring up at him.

"I was wondering when you would ask me that question." Evander paused then looked at me, "Dominick is my younger brother."

"Your brother is an Other?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"Not just any ordinary 'Other'. He is the lord of the Others'."

I gulped, "How did you become a God and he became…one of them?"

"It is a very long story that will take time."

"Apparently, that's something we got."

Evander sighed, and then began. "Growing up, we were both raised as Gods' due to our father and grandfather being one. Dominick used to have a strong passion for being a God, he tried his best in each training session…always out-did himself. We both got along quite well. But, one thing Dominick could not handle was that me, being the oldest, would get to power before him. He could not handle that thought so he would always try ten times harder than I would, it was very impressive. But during my coronation ceremony, he knew that no matter what he did…I would become a God first. Although, I do not think that is what bothered him. What I believe bothered him was that I would become the God of Gods'. So instead of waiting till he could rise to power and if he truly wanted too, over-rule me and take my power, he turned to the wrong people. The Others'." Evander paused and glanced at me, making sure I was still listening. "They began feeding him lies and adding into his Ego. His anger and rebellion began to rise until one day, we could not find Dominick anywhere. None of his things were missing but he had disappeared. For exactly 2 years, until we had been attacked by the Others'. I was still a new God at the time and quite frightened. We had prepared for an attack but when we saw Dominick at the head of the attackers, we knew what must do." Evander sighed greatly, "I really wish my brother and I could get along, but I know it is not going to happen. When I see the scar on his face, the scar that I gave him, I know that it will no longer be how it used to be. He has turned."

Tears brimmed my eyelashes, such a harsh fate. To be at a war against your own brother… I reached over and grabbed Evander's hands. "Maybe one day we can get him to join our side."

Evander chuckled, "That is never going to happen. Even if he does join our side again, there will always be that competition between us."

I gently squeezed his hand, "It must be hard." I mumbled, "To fight your own brother."

"It was, in the beginning. Now, I look at him and feel…disgust." Evander said, his voice growing cold. "He is dead to me." He spat. Is this the Ruthless one? But, I nodded. I could understand where he was coming from. Killing and terrorizing innocent people. Kids, wives, lovers, elders…it was just ridiculous. And to think his brother commanded those attacks. He deserves to die.

"I'll help you." I said my voice becoming strong. Evander raised an eyebrow,

"Pardon?"

"I said I'll help you. To take them down, of course."

Evander smiled, "Thank you, Miss Isabelle. Your help will truly be needed." He checked his watch than stood up, "Take it easy, little bird. Rest. I must dismiss myself to go discuss protection shields, but I shall see you soon." I watched as Evander walked out of the room. I put my head on the pillow and quickly dozed off.

What I dreamt about wasn't a dream, but a memory.

The weather was cold outside, the chilly wind prickling at my arms. Goosebumps decorated my flesh in an instant. Suddenly, a large man's jacket was placed around my shoulders. I spun around quickly just to see Sebastian's kind smile.

"You looked like you were just about ready to be a popsicle."

I laughed, "It's freezing out here."

"Why are you out here anyway?"

I sighed, "I needed some fresh air." In reality, I just needed to be alone. Away from all the people who still reminded me of the murderer I was. Sebastian frowned and walked towards me. I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders and pull me into his chest. I couldn't help it any longer. My throat constricted and tears began pouring out. I knew I was drenching his shirt, but he didn't say anything. Just held me tightly till I quieted down.

Sebastian. Sebastian. I miss him. Like crazy. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed his number. After a couple heart-stopping rings, I finally heard his voice.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Sebastian." I breathed, "Don't hang-" but before I could complete my sentence, the other line went dead. He knew me better then that, I was not giving up. I called him again- no answer. Again- no answer. Again- finally, the ring carried through until Sebastian's growl was heard on the other line,

"What?" he snapped, "You remember me now? Too absorbed in a life full of jewels and servants?" Sebastian's voice dripped with anger and venom.

"Sebastian, you know that's not true! I've been just so busy, I can't even explain it to you. I'm drained! I wake up, go train, learn the basics, go plan some ridiculous things for the wedding, and by the time I'm back, I'm so tired that I just fall asleep!"

Sebastian snorted on the other side, "Yeah whatever. Now, may I go, your Highness?"

I growled, "You don't have the ask permission! I'm the same Isabelle! I know, I should have called. Being busy isn't an excuse. I'm sorry, Sebastian. Just ple-"

"Just try and forget about me now, Isabelle. Though, it seems like you've got it down already." and the line went dead.