Touched

Twenty-Eight, One Percent

'are the odds ever for me?'

I understand why the royals castle was classified as the royals' castle; it is huge. Like seven of Rhydian's houses mashed into one, maybe the royals all liked their own space, from what I know only two of them were mated and that was too each other. I suspect jealousy helped in driving them all apart, wars happen in a collapse of power.

Some people like to grow with the times and using that will adapt to life at the changing rate because it is more than just vampires living in this world, but it isn't abnormal for people to neglect the changes in favour of what they were taught. Even if that is outdated and morally wrong, not that anything could justify what they have done to so many people.

Getting in there without being seen is going to be a mission, especially with people lining the outskirts of the castle and they are not my friends, luckily for me the feeling is mutual. I suppose every war needs an instigator and something tells me Edward is waiting for Rhydian to strike; him surrendering is more probable to Edward but he doesn't know that Rhydian has me.

Not even Rhydian knows that he has me, if he wasn't injured then I think it would make sense for him to realise but even I can feel ache of the gash on his leg, turns out he was right that I would develop the ability to feel his pain when I finally merged with my magic.

I'm not too sure why I am so opposed to having people know I am back, but I do know that it is the last thing I need. At most I have two days to find Mady and make a play, while saving Rhydian and convincing him not to tell anyone, not even Selena and Kyle because as horrible as it sounds, they'll be their best fighters if they think I really am dead.

I can see the flickers of my pink hair whip past me as I approach the castle, it sends flashes of pride down my spine, something about this manifestation makes my magic crackle. I didn't dye my hair, but if this is the representation of my magic then I don't mind, it is a lot more inconspicuous then magenta eyes.

Hopefully it makes me look less dangerous, although I do not feel it, I know what I am going to do; many people are going to die and the prospect doesn't make me nauseous as it used too.

Instead of the dread that used to fill me I am now full of determination, one that swims violently in my mind, effectively cutting of the portion of my psyche that opposes those kinds of actions.

I may never completely understand what it is my legacy is, but I do know that I am alone in this. The moment witches were wiped out the spell was the one chance at rebuilding a community, the people left can't be trusted. Self-preservation is more important than family or salvaging what is left of your heritage.

I suppose their motives fit perfectly with Edward's, which is why I am not at all surprised to find them lining the entrance to this castle. In a world as modern as ours, I cannot fathom how people do not find it strange that odd people live in castles; actually, that makes perfect sense. They are probably just labelled as occultists and left alone.

"Who are you?" A tall female, yells as I stop in front of them, maybe pink hair is the perfect disguise, but I do not trust them. These ladies look the same as the one's that attacked me, wild with black eyeshadow smudged around their eyes and greasy hair, messed in various textures atop their heads.

"I don't think that is any of your concern" I reply, I am not in the mood for any of their games, however they may be unavoidable.

"Boss's orders not to let anyone in"

"Well your boss is a douchebag so; I suggest you just let me through" I shrug, feeling like if I started fiddling with my nails it would complete my attitude.