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Chapter 9

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Morning sunlight streamed through the window, falling across Icurus’s cheeks. His eyes fluttered open, then widened in shock as he grabbed the sheets.

“I am so sorry about my sister!” Edward pouted.

Icurus just stared at him blankly.

Xavier frowned as he got up, “Ed you doing the same shit as your sister”

“Oh...” he pouted again, “I am so sorry!”

Icurus tried to get up, “it’s ok..” he paused, “but do you have to sit on my lap thought?” he said in a shaky voice.

Edward gasped, “Sorry...” he got off Icurus the same way he would get off a horse. “Well I should be going then...see you in class!” a portal opened behind him and he disappeared.

Icurus turned to Xavier, his face blank. There was a silence between them, a very loud one.

Xavier smirked, “so how hard is your dic-”

“Shut up.”

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The special grade classes were held in a beautiful room at the castle, with desks, chairs, and a board hanging on the wall. The room was near the library, and beside it was a garden where the mage apprentices could practice their magic and duel.

Edward sat at the front desk with a book open before him. Levina perched on the desk, her feet dangling, as she complained to Edward. Lost in his reading, Edward only nodded absently as he pretended to listen to her rant.

Icurus stood hesitantly at the door in his Edorian uniform. Beside him stood Ariana, armoured in a silver breastplate and short chainmail skirt with leather leggings and silver knee guards. A sword hung at her waist.

Hands on her hips, Ariana nudged Icurus. “Go on,” she said.

“Princess Levina is in there,” he whispered.

Ariana rolled her eyes and shook her head. “If she acts like a bitch, slap her.”

“But—” Before Icurus could argue, Ariana pushed him inside.

With a smile, she said, “I’ll be back with Xavier. Good luck!” Then she left Icurus alone with the two royals.

Icurus felt nervous, he noticed Edward was wearing emerald earrings on his pointed ears making them more defined. He felt his ears they weren’t as fae-like as his. He pursed his lips and was about to sit on the furthest desk on the side. But as fate would have it Edward called to him, “Icurus! Good morning!” a smile so wide you can see his canine teeth.

For a second Icurus had to squint his eyes, to check if he was seeing right but then he remembered, that Edward was a fairy who could turn into a dragon, having teeth like that would be normal for him.

“Good morning...” Icurus spoke.

Levina puffed her cheeks when she saw him, getting off the desk and going out to the garden. Unlike Ariana, she didn’t wear any armour instead she wore a snow-white, knee-length gown and her blonde hair was braided to wrap around her head.

Edward wore a white shirt with puffy sleeves and an embroidered purple vest, with his kingdom’s crest on it; a beast’s head.

Icurus found it amusing, in a way Edward is a beast. His dragon form must have grown a lot since last time. He wondered if Edward ever learned how to swim after their very first meeting.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he approached Edward.

Edward shrugged, “just reading a book...”

Icurus sat beside him, “Oh cool...so when does class start?”

“In a minute...”

Icurus looked around, “were are the other students?”

“Eh..they will arrive” he starched his arms out, “so where is Xavier?“.

“He...is still eating breakfast”

Just then both of their heads snapped to the entrance when they heard a blood-curtailing scream.

Icurus got up bewildered, “That sounds like Xavier!”

Edward got up as well he looked very worried, “It could be because of Ariana...”

Icurus gasped, “Even worse...”

Edward pated him, “We will have a funeral to honor him”

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I saw it in his mind...

A glimpse...

Blood...there was blood and a person...

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My brother, Edward...? He was in chains...a single tear crept down his cheek...

This child needs to come down. What was his name? Xavier...ah yes...

He fell on the floor, as if possessed with his eyes rolled back and his mouth foaming when he accidentally came in contact with a blue rose which ironically fell on him. And I think he passed out...?

I kneeled beside his body, oh Grandfather... is he dead? That’s upsetting.

But he isn’t, still unfortunate, I was hoping to see a dead body today.

“What happened to him, Eleanor?!” Rosabella shook me frantically, as she kneeled as well.

“A rose fell on him...”

“A rose..?” My twin brother walked up behind us. But just then he woke up gasping, I held his arm to steady him, he was shaking.

“Are you alright...?” I asked, but he screamed. Seriously I only broke into his room that one time...I needed to know how a man would fuck a siren.

“Hey! Hey!” Rosabella got his attention, “it’s ok, you can tell me what happened” she coaxed, with a warm smile on her face. She always smiled that way, as if her heart was filled with love. I want a heart like that but it’s hollow.

“What rose fell on him?” my brother asked. I sighed and gave him the blue rose. He took it from me and wrinkled his nose, does he think it’s ugly?

“It’s not blue...it’s turquoise”

I smiled, “Same thing...this blue is just greener...”

He rolled his eyes, “ok, whatever” and moved on to Rosabella who was checking Xavier’s pulse holding his wrist. Ernesto took out a handkerchief and gave it to the boy who looked like he saw a ghost or even worse his ghost and his dead body.

Xavier was shaking, his breath erratic and fumbled over his words, “I- I- saw Ic...” he stopped. Rosabella patted his back, “what did you see?”

“I...” he pursed his lips.

Ernesto took his hand, kneeling beside him on his far left, “interesting...” he looked at me, “you seem to have the gift of prophecies...”

Rosabella tilted her head, “he unlocked his magic?...”

Ernesto nodded, “So what did you see when you touched the ‘turquoise’ rose?” He asked Xavier.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes darted between me, Ernesto and Rosebella. He closed it again, “I don’t remember...” he spoke.

Liar.

Ernesto looked at me, I know

“You don’t remember” Rosebella asked, she smiled, “It’s alright...would you like to rest or go to class?”

Aww...she is such a sweetheart...

“What happened?” Ariana walked towards us.

Xavier took a deep breath and got up, “I will go to class...”

“Ok...Good luck for the day!” Rosabella said, “Well I have to go, I need to put on my armour” She winked at Ernesto, “Don’t forget the duel you promised me!”

“How could I...” he sighed.

All three of them were gone, and so were all the other mages. It was just us.

“He was lying wasn’t he?” My brother asked me.

I shook my head, “Yes he was..”

He held the ‘blue’ rose in his hand, “it’s turquoise” he blurted out, we are twins we can read each other’s minds “Also did you see what he might have seen?”

“Unfortunately not...” I pouted at him.

“But” I began, “I saw only a glimpse...”

“What did you see!” he snapped, calm down, you were the one who said not to panic about the prophecies...

“I saw Edward...there was blood” I put my hand on my chin, “and I think he was in chains....poor thing”

My brother’s eyes widened, and he mumbled something under his breath. Edward’s curse, he had said, I thought Edward’s prophecy hadn’t come yet...and he was out to be a hero...

Of course, I didn’t know, mum trusts Ernesto the most.

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Leaving the garden and entering the room, Levina eyed Icurus and sat in the distant corner.

“She doesn’t like me much does she?” He stated.

Edward shrugged and said, “She’ll get over it.”

There were now more pupils in the classroom, including one elf with pointed ears that were larger than Edward’s. Her skin was a greyish-dark blue, her eyes were white, and she had long silver hair.

“What is her name?” Edward heard Icurus murmur in his ear.

“Eden, I think...my brother recruited her”

“She doesn’t look half human”

“That’s because I’m not human at all,” Eden interrupted them as they were speaking.

“Oh...I am so sorry...” Icurus expressed regret.

Eden stood in front of an empty desk, she grinned and said, “It’s okay to be curious.”

“Uh...on your right” Edward corrected.

She turned her head, “Oh ok” and smiled awkwardly, “it’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”

“My name is Icurus, it’s nice to meet you too. I didn’t know Elves lived around these parts”

Edward pursed his lips, “they usually don’t”

Eden formed a sad smile, “I was disowned by my real parents because I was born blind...Elves always strive for perfection, I was not perfect”

Icurus regretted speaking, “I am so sorry to hear that...”

Eden shook her head, “It’s alright...my human parents raised me with love, which I am sure I wouldn’t get from my...elf parents..”

“So what kind of mage are you?” She asked.

“Icurus is a water mage,” Edward said.

“Like...Pyrrhus?” She thought about it, “I don’t like him”

“Me neither he is mean..” Edward pouted.

Icurus frowned, at the thought of that redhead. How could he bully Edward? Edward is the image of perfection. “What did he do? Or say?” he demanded.

Edward pursed his lips, “he said I would look better in a dress”

Yes, it was quite obvious that his beauty transcended as more feminine, with his fair maiden-like skin, soft eyes, soft pink lips, a small waist and long legs.

Icurus shivered at the thought of Edward in that likely view, he could imagine it. Edward sitting on top of him, his legs straddling his hips and his top half bear while moonlight was eliminated on him, describing every curve on his collar bone, neck and lips.

Icurus buried his head in his hands, “You look way better in trousers...”

“Um thanks..?” Edward laughed, clearly unaware of what was happening in Icurus’s mind.

Miss Evans walked into class, clearing her voice, “Let’s wait five more minutes for the other students”

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Rosabella held a sword down on my brother’s neck, she was shining under the radiant sun in her armour, her blonde hair in a bun. My brother didn’t wear any armour, not like we need to. Right now he was on the ground, he grunted, “You only won because I didn’t use magic...“.

Rosabella smirked, “Bet,”

“Now get off of me!” He shouted back.

“Aww...” She giggled, “Did I hurt the dragon’s feelings?”

Jabari grabbed his sword, “stop bullying the poor thing!” he sarcastically remarked.

She got off him and held out her hand, surprisingly, my brother took it. Very unlikely of him...

Back when we were about Edward’s age those two were always at each other’s throats.

Ernesto brushed himself, “I will use magic next time...”

“Hm.” She nodded, “Sure you will”

I grabbed my brother’s hand, “You wouldn’t dare to hurt a fair maiden...” I pouted.

He raised an eyebrow “You guys? Fair maidens?” then looked back at Jabari, “I don’t think so”

Rosabella kicked him in the nuts using her knee, well deserved.

He fell to the floor, crying without tears.

We looked back at Jabari, his sword dropped and he put his hands up, “I didn’t say shit, neither do I agree”

My heart pounded in my chest the moment Vinter walked in, his blonde hair swayed with the wind and his blue eyes sparkled. He smiled at me. I bit my lips I could feel myself getting wet.

“What happened to him?” Vinter asked.

“He indirectly called them ugly...” Jabari spoke.

“Oh...” he sighed, “how is everyone else doing?”

“I am doing great! How about you?” I hook my arms around his neck, “well I am all right as well”

My brother recovered getting onto his feet, “Mother summons us” he said.

I let go of him, “Aww...”

He sheathed his sword, “come on let’s go”

Unfortunately, I have to leave Vinter. He is the only thing that made me feel. I don’t know how to best describe it, the poets and writers call it love. And there are other feelings such as pain, joy and more. Yet, I only know the names. Never actually felt it. Do you know what it feels like?

The best way I can describe it is, I feel hollow all the time, I only try to pretend to feel excited. Imitating the other people’s behaviour. I observe their behaviour and put my twist on it...something completely out of pocket. To make me seem as though I am not copying but I am being me.

I don’t know if I will ever be me, but I know my prophecy or curse is to be forgotten.