CHAPTER 53 -ALLIANCE- PART V
During my life as a princess of the Millguard, I was put within expectations that were way above my limits. Nevertheless, being the second child of Royalty made me realize how important the role I was born with was.
Trying hard day after day, focusing on the most important things that weren’t taught to me. Not even groaning or crying at all, everything fell on me.
My sorrow and pain fell on deaf ears, but only went through to those who wanted my life to fail. Rethinking all of my life and efforts that didn’t go well in the school years. One of my classmates had changed my role and humiliated me in front of hundreds of other students.
I stayed in my room for more than a year, isolated from anyone or anything, even my family. Until, two dragon idiots that busted down my door on Christmas Eve. A purple haired kid with black eyes while the other one who was the youngest had white hair with red eyes, even to those who had met Onyx in the past would still think of his appearance rather horrifying to the dragon race.
Both idiots of brothers confronted me and comfortably told me that they will always be at my side. They were the only reason for my sudden change in mind and meaning to life, until we had received news about Onyx’s death just a few years ago.
It had broken the whole kingdom of Ezar, even the dragon generals who at the time were only two: Chuzeoth and Aidryss showed emotion after such a long time. Mother and Father were both at the edge that they wanted to know who killed Onyx to declare war on them without any hesitation.
Eugene and I had to convince them that such trivial matters would only bring his death to sore feelings.
Yet, it took them decades before they realized what they had thought. But then the SoulBlade was called out without anyone being able to wield it, initially we had to track it down and see who dared to use it while its owner was gone.
There was the certain boy who called for the sword like Onyx did, his mana and aura both were very similar to my little brother but his appearance and character were different.
At least that’s what I learned before I’d met him in Ezar, where he was recovering after being under the stress of his magical abilities.
Nevertheless, there was another matter that had me and the rest of the Millguard family in their toes. The matter being of Alter being the new heir of the dragon traditioned throne, the very same role that Onyx had before he had lost his life.
It had never been discussed with him or his disciples, but mother and father had been really interested and hesitant when it came to it. Being the best time to bring it up would be when we had succeeded from our mission that we were given, now that time seems father than ever before.
Queen Betty had just said words that brought me fear along with doubt, something about Ezar, something that is happening right now.
Nervous, that’s how I was feeling about the matter. Was there something happening that we didn’t know? Or is it some sort of message that our parents left to the Angel Queen to relay to us?
That’s what I was thinking about or at least hoped it was.
The brown haired girl who was trying to make it seem like a good thing turned out to be hesitant before even continuing.
“I-I recently had some ‘news’ delivered before I walked to the main temple, where Alter and Michael were fighting. The High-Ground or better known as watchers, have been monitoring all the dimensions for the sudden changes in the world.”
The new Queen pulled out a device from her spatial storage. The unknown device was place in the middle of the table for everyone to see, unleashing a variety of frozen moments that were familiar that moment my eyes were on it.
I begged, I pleaded in my mind that I was wrong for thinking what it meant. My hands began to bleed from the tightness of fear and anger that I felt, my knuckles were so white that I could barely see any color in them.
“How can this be?” I heard Eugene say as he too had the same expression as I did.
The beautiful kingdom of Ezar was almost completely destroyed by the causes of a major battle that could be easy seen as war, that was the word I didn’t want to use or say.
We as dragon monarchs, promised to always be at peace no matter the circumstances or outcomes. Yet, what is happening over at Ezar is completely different and unacceptable. We should be there, I thought. All of us should be there and fight back against whatever it is that attacked Ezar.
I faced Chuzeoth and inquired him to use the spell that connected him with all the dragon generals, using the mana in the air along with some Divine mana he completed the magic spell in no time.
Suddenly the magic that connected and reinforced the spell broke leaving the three of us dragons in confusion and disbelief. The elder’s brows were raised and then lowered, he expressed what we had been able to feel.
Being desperate for a solution, I began to chant the spell myself but there was a flawed and thoughtless action. I for one can’t use Divine mana yet, my training with Divine mana had only started a couple of decades ago which the spell broke instantly unlike Chuzeoth’s.
“Dammit!” I cursed out loud, thinking about other ways to go to Ezar at this moment. That was the only thing that mattered to me right now, the idea of having to take this moment slowly disgusted my blood. My family, my people need me…us while we were far away—a dimension away—curing and relaxing outrage minds as they fought this war alone.
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What would Alter do? What would Onyx do?
My thoughts of desperation were easily ignored as the Queen Angel spoke, her voice and tone were not that of a royal being or an Angel, no. It was that of a child that needed and sought out for help.
“Please, please help me and my race. Please accept my next words, not as an order from an Angel Queen to the Dragon Royals but as a request of a lost child. I plead and beg for you to accept my allegiance to the dragon’s, to the Millguards.”
ALTER VIOLET
“Onyx, Prophet, where are you guys?!”
Yelling the names of the two beings that were in the same place as me, inside a fake world. Inside the fake castle that ‘he’ made out of entirely otherworldly mana, the whole castle itself was bigger than the Millguard’s or any other castles.
The deep and yet shallow corridors of the castle chilled my soul as I continued to run through them, not stopping either from exhaustion or the loss of stamina. At the same time, I felt like my strength, mentally, physically and emotionally, was being challenged and overtaken by something else here in the castle.
I didn’t feel like I was alone here but that didn’t mean I was in any second or minute. Something or someone was watching me or even following me from a distance. Beginning to feel irritated by this unknown thing, activating my ring phase to its last form, I sprinted to where the aura was emitting from.
As I got close to the aura, showing itself as a colorless orb, waves of mana began to flow through the castle. Strong enough to even break down the false castle and recreate something that I’ve never seen in this world before my reincarnation. The technology of this world that my soul reincarnated to was centuries behind my original world or earth.
However, there was a great sense of difference from each in-line of them, and that being that in my earth there weren't magical powers to begin with. Only the technology that was far advanced than our own understanding of it was the greatest thing yet deadly at the same time, yet here, the technology is far behind that swords and armor are used like back then but aside from that only being able to wield mana is a stronger sense on its own.
Let alone the few extra races that are here in different dimensions.
One by one, metal buildings began to rise from the ground and finish twenty feet higher than a normal building in Ezar or even in the continent of Afreon.
Each of those buildings had a handful of windows that were separated by a single and connected metal outline, and with the shaking, sidewalks were made along with a large black road with yellow dash lines in the middle.
“…What is going on?” I said to myself, spectating how even more buildings and technology were being made at this moment.
The glass windows radiated the light of the bright and hot sun, making it even hotter to be hit with. Clouds of white and gray were scattered throughout the blue sky. The greenest of trees were all over that area that it was even rare to not see one in each other direction that I looked at.
My mind pleaded to me that this all confirmed it all too well and there wasn’t a mistake in it, but I didn’t want to admit it. Being as stubborn as an acorn, I ordered my feet to move, to move to a different direction that was as far as possible from where I was standing.
At first my feet were heavy and hesitant but then they moved, my left foot was first then it was the right and it started to cycle over and over. From one step each two seconds to walking to later then running down the all too familiar streets.
Is this a memory? Or is this a facade that he put on this world when he took over my body?
Hardening my will and connection that obviously is with this earth, I decided to go to the one place I dared not to visit if I was ever reborn into earth.
Between me and the rest this place was considered the best of the best during its time of existence—more like if it’s still going on business, if probably still be even after the incident.
Yes, the one place where everything happened. The place that was a witness to his decisions and delusional behaviors that he went through. The very place where he and his companions met and the place where they had to become mortal enemies.
The sight of the particular yet distant building was near, not changing after all this time—if this was not a memorial event—it’s still to be the same.
Sour and bitter reminisces came to my mind the closer and more clearer my sight of the building was, biting my lip till’ the taste of iron filled my whole mouth. I didn’t want to be here, if this was a video of the past I wouldn’t want to relive it, even the happy ones.
Being where the war started. Being this the place where he lived to understand and feel the unknown emotions he’s never felt was a real mistake that the gods had made in their eternal existence.
The reason was simple, it was because of this moment in time that he left it all behind. Name, title, life, emotions, even his family just to become the strongest and insufferable version of himself.
The long and multitude of doors that were on one side of the hallways, the bell that indicated the students had been late to class.
Nothing has changed, I remarked, but that is the problem. Not changing a slightest since then is creepier, or something is not right here.
Suddenly, it was quiet. Voices and footsteps of the students had gone silent to the moment where it could be compared to the nighttime.
Immediately I started to dash to the one and single classroom that he was known to be in, running up the stairs that had seemed long for some reason came to an end. I had already reached the highest floor possible to the floor where his class was.
Then again, it went silent. My stomping footsteps were the only thing that was making loud enough noise to echo into the hallways, my gut told me that something was indeed wrong.
Deep inside me there was this strange feeling that begged me to not go any further than what I was, telling my feet to stop and turn to leave the premises of the academy I was in.
However that was the reason why I was here in the first place, the exact moment that the Earth buildings came or appeared from the ground meant something was here. Dumb or not, I had to find out whether it was my memories or someone else’s. Nothing was out of the ordinary, not the students nor the school…
Cursing in my mind, the resolve that had developed earlier was deteriorating little by little. The thought of someone from my Earth meant that my secret plan was already been demolished since I came to the magic world.
I walked forward once again and reached the classroom, the classroom where something or someone resided. I turned the door knob, slowly, assuring that it wouldn’t be heard by whatever is in here and take advantage before fighting it or even killing it.
But oh god was I wrong.
The door with the square window opened and revealed a single student looking outside the window in the back, his black hair resonating with the wind that passed through complimenting his black eyes when the light yet bright ray of sun hit them.
“It seems that you have come at last,” his dark colored menacing eyes changed their sight towards mine and made eye contact and felt like he was staring at my bare soul. Before he finished he let out a smile that brought me chills down to my chest, “my old friend.”