The sheets are cold, but my skin is burning as I woke up from another bad dream, the same nightmare that keeps occurring over and over again, a replay I can't get over.
I can still see it when I close my eyes, the scene that haunts me every night as the moonlight hit the floor of the middle sanctuary of my room, the same room that turned my mother's blood into something that looked like black ink. The Royal Court called it a "self-exit," a lie the Royal Court fed the people to satisfy the hungry, nosey media and newscasts, and I hate the lies they told to make it look like she really ended everything because of infidelity when in reality she was a very loyal woman who stubbornly loved that selfish bastard of a father. That's when I remembered the look he shared that night. As he stood there, his face like carved stone, not a single tear marring his perfection. He didn't just lose a wife; he cleared a board. That's why I have a strong feeling he killed her. I just can't prove it yet.
And ever since that incident, I don't trust anyone, not even my own brother. I can't. To let someone in is to hand your death sentence.
I soon after got out of bed to piece my thoughts together before stepping out of bed. The covers fell to the floor. I pace my room, my hand instinctively reaching for the velvet pouch on my nightstand. I pull out the jagged piece of metal—my half of the locket. My chest aches. I'm thirteen again, standing in the ruins of a burning estate, watching the only person who ever saw me—not the Prince, just Drake—shatter into a million pieces.
"You don't understand!" Kaelen's voice still screams in the back of my skull. "Your father slaughtered them! You have everything anyone could ever ask for: servants at your call, money, power, protection, and even damn estates over the land, while I? I have nothing compared to you. I'm just a common servant under your foot, another pawn to be discarded as you royals feel free to use. We can't be friends; it's not possible... IT'S JUST NOT!"
KAELEN!!!
Please... we've known each other for so long; surely we can work things out. I tried to grab onto his arm; I was hurting him but didn't care as long as I still had sights on him, but he yanked his hand away from me as the rain started to pour heavily. His breath was ragged and the sound of his cries of pain as he yelled at me those same words haunts me.
I HATE YOU, DRACARUS, FOR ALL OF THIS... I lost my family because of you. I don't have anyone
else—
but you have me—I—
I tried to calm him down as best as I could, but he was so hurt and in grief over losing his entire clan of people and family.
No, we can't. Who would want to be friends with a traitor who burned it all? Who lost it all?
People are truly selfish creatures; every non-human preached to us from a young age, but is that really true?? In fact, it's a dirty lie to cover a bigger truth because we monsters are the same, if not worse, and it shows. I'm sorry, Draco, I can't be your friend anymore.
He ran into the woods, tears swelling in his eyes, and I let him. I was a coward then. I'm a coward now, hiding behind these stone walls. But this human girl... she's different. I felt her in my head tonight. We weren't just dreaming; we were colliding. She saw my mother. She felt my grief, and I can't help but wonder, does she pity me like the rest or feel my pain genuinely?.
this is a sign she has a special magical abilty tho unknown right now and the possibility of it happen isnt explaned but hoepfully i can find out what it is so i can have an idea on how to activate it so i can find you....
"Kaelen."
i miss you. Why did you have to go
I whispered the faint name falling out my lips. She is the key to finding him. She has to be.
The key I need to solve one of my many issues.
I find myself standing outside her door before I even realize I've left my room, teleported there like a homeless puppy. The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, silent and suffocating.
I can hear her through the wood. Her breathing is jagged, hitched—the sound of someone running from a monster they can't see. My hand hovers over the dark grain of the door. I want to knock. I want to burst in and demand she tell me why she's walking through my memories.
But I froze.
I couldn't
If I touch that door, if I wake her and look into her eyes, I'm letting her in. And everyone I let in ends up like my mother. Or like Kaelen. Broken or dead.
My hand drops. My fingers curl into a useless fist at my side.
"Sleep for now, little human," I whisper, the words barely louder than the settling dust. "Because tomorrow, I'm going to need your soul to find my ghost."
I turn and walk away, the weight of the locket in my pocket feeling like a lead weight, dragging me back into the dark past I can't forget.
My eyes snap open, and I continue to walk down the hall with a pained smile. Deceitful lies and a haunted past, I don't feel it's necessary to bother the human with my issues. It's not like she would understand me with how she sees me; I doubt any sympathy would've been shown. It hurts I have to bottle all the pain inside; my heart will break open and make me a fully broken man by then, but I suppose I can still enjoy the little time I have before it's all over and my story comes to a close.
Heh... I wish i had someone to talk to. Sadly that closure isnt meant for a cold cruel prince