It was quite inside the palace, there were no servants, no members of the guard. There was no soul inside those cold hallways, which was fitting. Morthia feared for what happened to them, knowing what her father had done to that servant girl that was friendly towards her mother. He had sent her to a moon or planet, or maybe not even that. Maybe he had killed her after her mother left the room, this was something she didn't put past him. Drayk looked at her over his shoulder and nodded, without any words he made clear to her that he thought the same thing. But they were not going to stop now, Micheal was right, he needed to be stopped. Their footsteps echoed through the building, so much for sneaking up on him. It was also not a question where her father would be, the throne room. The doors were already open.
"Please, my king, I beg you." Said someone inside the throne room, so her father was not alone after all. Minister Nakos Matter was with him. "I will find the person who is behind this, I will find them and bring them to you."
"They are already here, Nakos." Her father's calm and collective voice said. Morthia entered the throne room, followed by Drayk. "You see, there they are. Of course, they had help, because how else could they have pulled it off when they were standing right in front of you." Was that pride that she heard in his voice? Was he proud of her, for laying all his secrets out and in the open?
"But my king, the security of the ministry is the latest Dragonfire Technology, there is no way they could have sneaked the message past me." Nakos started to defend himself.
"Didn't you listen, they had help. There was another person visiting the building, before my wife's journal was revealed to the public." Her father said, with a huge grin on his face. "I am only not going to bother to ask her who it was." He said. "And you just made yourself useless." Morthia barely blinked, but her father grabbed a gun and shot Nakos. The body of the man, fall to the ground. He was dead, there was no doubt about it. Then her father pointed his gun at Drayk. "I see now that I made the mistake of not killing you, before you became a problem." Was he going to shoot Drayk as well?
"I am your target father, not him." Morthia said, and she stepped forward. He looked at her, but didn't move his gun. "You warned, my mother, that you would kill me as soon as I leave the womb. Only she ran away before you could do that. She past away before you could take revenge on her, and now here we are." Her father nodded.
"Yes here we are. And now you know everything. But I wonder where did your mother hid her journal?" He asked, Morthia gave him a half smile.
"In her favorite book in the royal library." She replied and he nodded again.
"She was, indeed, too smart for her own good." He said, "and she knew I wouldn't look inside that cheap version of a story." Morthia wanted to tell him that it was her favorite novel too, but there was no point in doing that. "But you are right, you are my target. But that those not mean that I can not play with you for a little. And I do not want to kill you, not anymore at least." She frowned, according to Micheal, her father was not a man who didn't change his mind that often. She wondered why this was. "Why would I kill you, you are my flesh and blood, you are strong, unlike your mother." What was he talking about, her mother was one of the strongest people she had known. "You kill without betting an eyeless. I face danger without fear, and the only time I saw you break was when the boy was hurt." He moved his gun, which was still pointed at Drayk and Drayk had also his gun in his hands. "You are my daughter, and my heir. I only need to whip you into shape. What did he mean by that, but then a screen that she didn't know was there popped on. It was focused on a space shuttle, but then the image shifted towards the inside. It showed her grandparents and her siblings, her grandmother was looking at the pilot, she didn't trust the man, that much was clear. "Did you really believe that I would let those brats go?" Her focus went from the screen towards her father, who was holding some kind of control. He pushed the button and the image went light blue. "So that was fun." He said, she looked at him in horror. What had he done to her siblings, her grandparents? She could think of only one thing, he had murdered them. She quickly grabbed her gun, pointed at him and shot. He in turn shot at Drayk, who jumped out of the way and fired a shot of his own. Her father on the other hand was not so lucky, he fell down face first. He was dead.
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She quickly ran towards him. Grabbed the control out of his hands and pushed on another button, the light blue screen jumped back to life. Showing her grandmother and grandfather in front of the screen.
"Do you really think that I would not have recognized one of your hand man, Carlos?" Her grandmother said. She looked smug, and Morthia let out a sigh. They were still alive, thank the Dragon they were alive. "Carlos?"
"Lady Hemera, this is Drayk. Prince Carlos is dead." Drayk said. "He just lost his life, when he tried to take Morthia's life." Her grandmother nodded.
"He got what he deserved." She said. "Morthia are you alright?" She asked, but Morthia couldn't get up or was not able to say things. "I know you are trying to get a sense about this all, and I am sorry that I am not there to guide you. As I wanted to guide your mother, your father however didn't allow me. And now he is again in my way, even though he is dead." She stopped and Drayk bowed down next to her. "However Drayk isIt was quite inside the palace, there were no servants, no members of the guard. There was no soul inside those cold hallways, which was fitting. Morthia feared for what happened to them, knowing what her father had done to that servant girl that was friendly towards her mother. He had sent her to a moon or planet, or maybe not even that. Maybe he had killed her after her mother left the room, this was something she didn't put past him. Drayk looked at her over his shoulder and nodded, without any words he made clear to her that he thought the same thing. But they were not going to stop now, Micheal was right, he needed to be stopped. Their footsteps echoed through the building, so much for sneaking up on him. It was also not a question where her father would be, the throne room. The doors were already open.
"Please, my king, I beg you." Said someone inside the throne room, so her father was not alone after all. Minister Nakos Matter was with him. "I will find the person who is behind this, I will find them and bring them to you."
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"They are already here, Nakos." Her father's calm and collective voice said. Morthia entered the throne room, followed by Drayk. "You see, there they are. Of course, they had help, because how else could they have pulled it off when they were standing right in front of you." Was that pride that she heard in his voice? Was he proud of her, for laying all his secrets out and in the open?
"But my king, the security of the ministry is the latest Dragonfire Technology, there is no way they could have sneaked the message past me." Nakos started to defend himself.
"Didn't you listen, they had help. There was another person visiting the building, before my wife's journal was revealed to the public." Her father said, with a huge grin on his face. "I am only not going to bother to ask her who it was." He said. "And you just made yourself useless." Morthia barely blinked, but her father grabbed a gun and shot Nakos. The body of the man, fall to the ground. He was dead, there was no doubt about it. Then her father pointed his gun at Drayk. "I see now that I made the mistake of not killing you, before you became a problem." Was he going to shoot Drayk as well?
"I am your target father, not him." Morthia said, and she stepped forward. He looked at her, but didn't move his gun. "You warned, my mother, that you would kill me as soon as I leave the womb. Only she ran away before you could do that. She past away before you could take revenge on her, and now here we are." Her father nodded.
"Yes here we are. And now you know everything. But I wonder where did your mother hid her journal?" He asked, Morthia gave him a half smile.
"In her favorite book in the royal library." She replied and he nodded again.
"She was, indeed, too smart for her own good." He said, "and she knew I wouldn't look inside that cheap version of a story." Morthia wanted to tell him that it was her favorite novel too, but there was no point in doing that. "But you are right, you are my target. But that those not mean that I can not play with you for a little. And I do not want to kill you, not anymore at least." She frowned, according to Micheal, her father was not a man who didn't change his mind that often. She wondered why this was. "Why would I kill you, you are my flesh and blood, you are strong, unlike your mother." What was he talking about, her mother was one of the strongest people she had known. "You kill without betting an eyeless. I face danger without fear, and the only time I saw you break was when the boy was hurt." He moved his gun, which was still pointed at Drayk and Drayk had also his gun in his hands. "You are my daughter, and my heir. I only need to whip you into shape. What did he mean by that, but then a screen that she didn't know was there popped on. It was focused on a space shuttle, but then the image shifted towards the inside. It showed her grandparents and her siblings, her grandmother was looking at the pilot, she didn't trust the man, that much was clear. "Did you really believe that I would let those brats go?" Her focus went from the screen towards her father, who was holding some kind of control. He pushed the button and the image went light blue. "So that was fun." He said, she looked at him in horror. What had he done to her siblings, her grandparents? She could think of only one thing, he had murdered them. She quickly grabbed her gun, pointed at him and shot. He in turn shot at Drayk, who jumped out of the way and fired a shot of his own. Her father on the other hand was not so lucky, he fell down face first. He was dead.
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She quickly ran towards him. Grabbed the control out of his hands and pushed on another button, the light blue screen jumped back to life. Showing her grandmother and grandfather in front of the screen.
"Do you really think that I would not have recognized one of your hand man, Carlos?" Her grandmother said. She looked smug, and Morthia let out a sigh. They were still alive, thank the Dragon they were alive. "Carlos?"
"Lady Hemera, this is Drayk. Prince Carlos is dead." Drayk said. "He just lost his life, when he tried to take Morthia's life." Her grandmother nodded.
"He got what he deserved." She said. "Morthia are you alright?" She asked, but Morthia couldn't get up or was not able to say things. "I know you are trying to get a sense about this all, and I am sorry that I am not there to guide you. As I wanted to guide your mother, your father however didn't allow me. And now he is again in my way, even though he is dead." She stopped and Drayk bowed down next to her. "However Drayk is at your side. And this is a good thing. You both are the children of the Black and Red dragon, and I think that this was what the Dragon meant by 'your children will rule one day.'" Drayk nodded.
"We needed to think how we are going to rule, how we are going to change the empire." He said, and Morthia nodded. She agreed with them there, they needed to find a way to decrease the slave labor. And maybe even change the job market on the ships as well.
"Contact Professor Adams, he is able to help you two with that. He was a friend of both your mothers and he was hunted down because of two articles that your father didn't agree to." Her grandmother said.
"I know the man, and I know where he is." Drayk said, and why was she not surprised to hear that.
"Omega?" She asked and he nodded. She gave him a smile and she was calmed down enough. So she was able to speak, and most importantly breath.
"Grandmother, please look after the triplets. I am going to send their father after you, once the dust settles." Morthia said, now the triplets jumped in front of the camera. "You three, and mostly Tina and MJ listen very carefully." The two nodded their heads. "You behave, and listen to grandmother and grandfather." Again they nodded their heads. "Your father, will come to join you. But I can not promise you when that would be." Again they nodded. "Promise me."
"We promise." They said, and the screen went back to light blue.
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The door to the throne room slammed open, she didn't even know that it was closed. Commander Derock and Crux came in looking slightly confused.
"What the Dark Matter happened here?" Crux asked. Commander Derock shook his head, his confusion made place for frustration.
"Are you really asking them that? You have eyes, don't you?" Commander Derock walked towards them. "My king." He knelt down for Morthia. "What are your orders." She took a deep breath.
"Take care of the bodies, and I want Micheal released." She said, she then focussed on Dryak. "Sweetheart, go and look for professor Adam and tell him that I want to see him." Drayk nodded and left the throne room. Commander Derock, followed his son. So she focused on Crux. "Where is the rest of the staff?"
"In the nursery, hiding." He said. "I will call them in here, once the bodies are removed. I need to plan your coronation and o dear, there is so much to do." He started to list everything, and she checked out as soon as he started.
"That sounds great, but first a funeral. My father was the Dragon King after all and needs to be respected as such." She said, Crux nodded.
"And there is still the matter of your history test." He said. She wanted to moan, hoping that he had forgotten that, but no. "Do not look at me like that your highness. It is now part of your duties."