"Vander," called an airy voice.
Son. Reene Ardmare had just called me Arwen's son.
Son.
I played around with the word, stretching out the lone syllable, trying to comprehend what I had just heard. I wasn't sure if I believed it.
Son.
Reene had called me the queen's son.
Son.
And I didn't believe it.
"Vander!" I heard it again, bouncing through my pounding mind. "Vander!"
"J-Jay," I replied mindlessly. "Is it - is it true?"
"It's Clarence. I'm Jay's brother. And to the extent of my knowledge, yes," he said solemnly. As he spoke, an image of his face seemed to be projected on everything in sight.
"Am I -"
"No, you're not going crazy. Jay hasn't mastered this trick yet. In fact, I like to keep it to myself."
"Are you -"
"No, I'm definitely dead."
"Is she really -"
"I'm not sure if she is really your mother, however it's not an option to rule out."
"Why are you -"
"I'm a Seer. And I can anticipate your next movements as a Being. Now wake up, boy, it's time to stop sleeping. Someone is here to see you."
"Can you -"
"Yes, I can speak to you when you're sleeping. Again, it's a trick I haven't shared. Now get up!"
I opened my eyes and found myself where I never thought I'd be. I was sitting on a large, plush, four poster bed with a velvet quilt and silk sheets. The pillows were stuffed with the softest of goose feathers and the windows overlooked the palace gardens. The only things that showed that I was a prisoner were the bars outside of the glass on the window and the magic restricting collar around my neck.
"He's up, Your Majesty," a guard alerted the queen from outside the door. Lying on the bed, I couldn't hear the queen enter through the oiled doors.
"Arwen Larke," I greeted coldly, stretching out each syllable slowly.
"Mr. Larke," she smiled, using the same tone of voice, probably scheming as usual.
"Don't call me that," I grunted.
"Then you haven't accepted it."
"And what if I don't believe it?"
"Then you'll have a hard time accepting your execution on Monday at dusk," Arwen said, piercing her blue, cold, deep eyes at mine that made her look like a ghost.
"My - my what?"
"Your execution, of course. You don't think I'd let an illegitimate son steal the throne from me, do you?"
"I -"
"Quiet, you vermin. You should feel honored to be staying in a room like this. Only family gets it." Arwen put up a fake smile once more and strode out of the room like a goddess.
"Wait! Who's my dad? Why did you abandon me? What happened to the others?" I asked desperately as I heard the doors lock. I sighed. I suppose it was considerate for her not to leave me in a cold, damp cell, but she was truly too obsessed with power if she would kill me because I posed a threat to her unnaturally long reign.
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Swords of the Secret Son
FantasyBeing a member of the sixth region elves, Jay has grown up always in touch with the natural world. Life. Death. The in between. But what she desires most is to know what happens after death. What happens to the Departed? Following the death of her t...