kings taking our mist would hurt you?”
“Us,” he stated contemptuously.
“Okay, us. You’re guarding your intentions and thoughts from me, Vade. You are going to have to use words.”
He stretched his shoulders wide as he took in a deep breath, finally allowing his eyes to meet mine again. “Our energy is entangled. I would dare say it was from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
“I knew that,” I murmured, failing to hide a crimson blush.
The scent of roses left his skin at that moment. For some reason, it always amazed him that I adored him as he did me. Which was foolish, he was the king, the favored king at that. Even though I never saw him that way. I always saw a boy that had claimed my soul. It was still humbling to think that he would find my emotions for him hard to believe.
“The only way for a line to be properly disbursed is for it to die from the ground up. It can only perish if the sovereign ends each by their own hand.”
“In hindsight, that makes sense,” I said, clenching my jaw.
“Everything is clear in hindsight,” he said. “The only other way for a line to be destroyed is if the line is at war, civil war, if marked petals or Fated Escorts fight to the death.”
“And neither of our lines would do such a thing,” I offered, knowing that we were seen as the kindest sovereigns, ones that had never forsaken one soul under our watch.
“At first glance, no, but if our Fated Escorts were taken as mists, raised by another sovereign, blind to their regal essence, then set on a course where they had no choice but to end each other, it could occur…it will occur.”
“Our mists are at war?” I gasped.
“A war of hearts, it seems.”
The only way to stop any war of hearts was for the sovereign to end those who were raging against each other. These wars rarely occurred because our lines knew we had such a power, that without notice or reason they would perish with a thought from us. That is why they never occurred. Yet, if Vade’s mist and mine were blind to us, they would not know of such a risk.
Vade had the same weakness I had; he could not strike anyone in my line without seeing my image. He knew I would feel the pain, and pain was something he would never volunteer to let me feel which meant if my mist were at war with his, there was only one way to end it: each of us would have to end the ones in our own line in order to save the others, to save our kingdoms.
Being torn into shreds and cast into the life of The Realm would be far less painful than ending one of the precious souls under our watch. The pain would be eternal, felt in our essences forevermore. Whether it was necessary or not, no one could get over ending something that was created from the core of our being.
“They are ours, though. I have been absent. If I go to them, claim them, and explain how they were played against each other, they will see. They will stop.”
I needed him to tell me that my words were true. It didn’t matter that I never knew the Fated. They were mine. They never should have known the evil they are surely fighting now.
Vade’s fingertips caressed my arm as he spoke. “I fear that the one that I am struggling with now will throw down his own life if he is made aware of his true heritage…” He wrapped his hand around my arm tightly, ensuring his hum was present before he continued. “He was claimed by no line, but as a Witness…at least that is how he has lived out his recent existence.”
A Witness. I was spellbound. I could not comprehend that one of mine could be claimed in such a manner.
The admiration that I saw in Vade’s eyes was terrifying right now. Did he see this as a promise that one day my energy could create the metallic energy he was searching for?
Witnesses were in a sense archangels. They lived like warriors for eons at a time. At their human death, they were offered a charge to protect darkness from invading pure light. And honestly right now, souls
“Us,” he stated contemptuously.
“Okay, us. You’re guarding your intentions and thoughts from me, Vade. You are going to have to use words.”
He stretched his shoulders wide as he took in a deep breath, finally allowing his eyes to meet mine again. “Our energy is entangled. I would dare say it was from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
“I knew that,” I murmured, failing to hide a crimson blush.
The scent of roses left his skin at that moment. For some reason, it always amazed him that I adored him as he did me. Which was foolish, he was the king, the favored king at that. Even though I never saw him that way. I always saw a boy that had claimed my soul. It was still humbling to think that he would find my emotions for him hard to believe.
“The only way for a line to be properly disbursed is for it to die from the ground up. It can only perish if the sovereign ends each by their own hand.”
“In hindsight, that makes sense,” I said, clenching my jaw.
“Everything is clear in hindsight,” he said. “The only other way for a line to be destroyed is if the line is at war, civil war, if marked petals or Fated Escorts fight to the death.”
“And neither of our lines would do such a thing,” I offered, knowing that we were seen as the kindest sovereigns, ones that had never forsaken one soul under our watch.
“At first glance, no, but if our Fated Escorts were taken as mists, raised by another sovereign, blind to their regal essence, then set on a course where they had no choice but to end each other, it could occur…it will occur.”
“Our mists are at war?” I gasped.
“A war of hearts, it seems.”
The only way to stop any war of hearts was for the sovereign to end those who were raging against each other. These wars rarely occurred because our lines knew we had such a power, that without notice or reason they would perish with a thought from us. That is why they never occurred. Yet, if Vade’s mist and mine were blind to us, they would not know of such a risk.
Vade had the same weakness I had; he could not strike anyone in my line without seeing my image. He knew I would feel the pain, and pain was something he would never volunteer to let me feel which meant if my mist were at war with his, there was only one way to end it: each of us would have to end the ones in our own line in order to save the others, to save our kingdoms.
Being torn into shreds and cast into the life of The Realm would be far less painful than ending one of the precious souls under our watch. The pain would be eternal, felt in our essences forevermore. Whether it was necessary or not, no one could get over ending something that was created from the core of our being.
“They are ours, though. I have been absent. If I go to them, claim them, and explain how they were played against each other, they will see. They will stop.”
I needed him to tell me that my words were true. It didn’t matter that I never knew the Fated. They were mine. They never should have known the evil they are surely fighting now.
Vade’s fingertips caressed my arm as he spoke. “I fear that the one that I am struggling with now will throw down his own life if he is made aware of his true heritage…” He wrapped his hand around my arm tightly, ensuring his hum was present before he continued. “He was claimed by no line, but as a Witness…at least that is how he has lived out his recent existence.”
A Witness. I was spellbound. I could not comprehend that one of mine could be claimed in such a manner.
The admiration that I saw in Vade’s eyes was terrifying right now. Did he see this as a promise that one day my energy could create the metallic energy he was searching for?
Witnesses were in a sense archangels. They lived like warriors for eons at a time. At their human death, they were offered a charge to protect darkness from invading pure light. And honestly right now, souls
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