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“Saphira?” I muttered lightly, I felt my lips only twitch.
“Mmm?” she snapped looking through her rear mirror to glance at my expression. “Yes?”
I didn’t realize until this moment how hard it would be to ask what I wanted though I could feel my mouth trembling in ach; yearning to hear the truth. “I needed to know…”
“Yes?” she focused her full attention to my eyes as her own could so calmly face the road at the same instant.
“About mom…why would she do it?” I whispered. I could feel the same agony her own soul felt while her eyes became sharp but saddened. I knew what I did to her and I regretted it. But I also was aware that this would be the only chance I would ever be alone with her and I didn’t dare ask such a thing with an audience.
“The hiding?” she finally spoke, though I could easily tell that she didn’t want me to force it out of myself so hardly.
“No…her sacrifice?” I felt my face burn icily hot as it became paralyzed in awe and I didn’t dare move it a single inch in fear that tears would soon again begin to spill.
“She loved you.” Saphira took her gaze off the mirror and pulled the car in through a dirt road surrounded my thick wood trees.
“And Elora?” I demanded. “She was young, she was loved.”
It only took but a hesitation to understand her complexion. “But who was younger Arowen? Who was the daughter that was cared for beyond nurture?”
“You mean the weak one, is that it then? Pity?”
She paused dead for a three quarters of a second. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
My face instantaneously began leaving traces behind in horror of my own doing. “I—I’m so sorry—Saphira I—”
“It’s alright Arowen, I understand your grieve. I too wish I could do something to stop it but…it was her choice. We can't deny her her own free will.”
My cheek felt hot—stained red with shame, but through this sensation, a cold liquid drop was flowing down my face until it reached the tip of my chin and fell to the floor. “The will to die…” I wasn’t a question through I wanted it to be so it could be denied.
“Every nymph and nymphet has the choice to die—but as you know, we never leave. She could as well be dwelling in the rivers and the lakes. She would still even fallow you through the spring rains and hard winters throughout the frozen waters and snowfalls.”
“And Elora? Will she be fallowing me through the winds, through the storms? She wasn’t that complete as mom.”
“Ah…but nymph blood still runs through her veins. She may be with us right now, the air we breath through…yes.”
“Your right of course, as always.” we both laughed lightly.
“Try not to worry then dear, it’ll work out.”
“And the others…the other nymphs…are they—”
“Aware? Well they certainly are. They have been waiting for your homecoming since the day you left the estate.”
I smiled widely. “I don’t remember them well but…the laughter, their voices. I heard you remind mom that Emilian and I were like to peas in a pot, like my older brother.”
“Ah yes, but do not fear, Emilian hasn’t changed since the day he turned seventeen. He is still…well he’s still Emilian.”
“Is he—well, has he mentioned me in the past?” I wondered out of curiosity.
She chuckled sarcastically. “Frequently—oh he is so anxious for your arrival. He knows the sorrow you feel and he wants to do something about it, if you know what I mean.”
“Saphira!” I gasped in disbelief. “It’s been two decades for gods sake.”
“The Drying Tears will not be such a complicated approach, you’ll get your privacy.”
I ignored the second part. “The Drying Tears? Still here, to this day?”
She shrugged. “Might not be a modern tactic, but it’s a classic. What’s up with these teens these days. ‘You want to get laid?’—I mean, what kind of way is that to ask a lady for her love?”
I broke into a loud laughter at her unexpected poor imitation. No these days, it was far worst than that. She laughed with me for a while, then we both fell silent.
I knew The Drying Tears very well, that was how mom and dad met, of course, not that anybody wanted to get into details. But the procedure was quite simple, a nymphet could lay crying over her bed until the male nymph came up to look for her. He would act friendly to her and offer her his companionship if she were to accept him, he would then dry her tears with his tongue and begin kissing her on the throat. Then she would have to respond to his love by allowing him to touch her lips and make her his. It was nothing but a mating approach as it seemed to me, but others like mom and Saphira considered it to be something beyond to what love meant in this world. It made me wonder, how long could you wait to find your mate?
“What about Crusia?” I finally asked. “Is she still partial?”
“Crusia you say? She still remains single to this point in life but is still considered young.”
“But I heard you say that you don’t come across creatures like her every other day. I mean to say that well, Aurais aren’t considered the most beautiful of nymphets—but to find someone with that perfection in Crusia, how can she still remain single?”
“It can happen,” she suggested. “but I just know it won’t be long until she has her own way.”
“And you Saphira? Are you trying to get your own way”
The question caught her unguarded by her well preservation and she flushed red. “I well—no, of course not—I mean—I’m not that kind of nymphet.”
“Then what are you, besides a fire siren?”
“It has nothing to do with our nature Arowen. My ability to influence fire at will is only a small part of who I am. We all have different choices. Sure my kind tends to blush by the very mention of mating approaches but—I really don’t mind that I’m single and that I will remain that way for the rest of the millenniums that are to come. You like to know why Crusia remains single despite the unbelievable concept of her beauty perfection?”
I remained silent waiting for her to continue.
“She got herself an extra mouth to feed.”
“She’s pregnant?!” I exclaimed. Twenty-five-year-old Crusia?
“Not offspring, a sibling of course.”
“Crusia has a younger sister, how did I not know?”
“You were only a child still. Nygini is only ten—the literal kind.”
“But—how?” I muttered stun.
“She discovered that she had a stepmother living along with her biological father and her step mom died out of a natural cause. The father found no interest in her and left her to fend on her own, Crusia took her in with open arms.”
“That’s very kind of her.”
“No need to do that. We all know how pigheaded Crusia is when it comes to her physical features. Yep, the center of attention. No one could believe she would do such a great job when it came to her maternal side—didn’t even believe she could produce one.” she chuckled.
“So she really loves her?”
She rocked her body forward than back again. “Like a mother—course Aragon took in the father role though he never saw Crusia like his mate.”
“Aragon? Aragon who?” I snapped.
Her lips became pressed shut and her eyes widened in terror. “He is a fam—friend of ours—living with them—us—in the estate.” she stuttered. “One of the additional n—”
My expression became potent. An additional? “You said the coven increased by six, Mylo, Soneya, Lucario, Nygini, Melodie, and Luxet. You never mentioned an Aragon in your list.”
“Then—well I miscounted—Aragon and his sister Nayarit have been with us the longest.”
“Wait, he has a sitter?” I halted. “What, that leaves us to eight now?”
“No… we’ve known them long before we met Mylo, we just—well never lived as one coven.”
“Did I know him?”
“Perhaps… as an infant.”
“And his sister?”
“Well why would you not mention them?” I instantly demanded. “I wanted to be completely aware of every nymph I was to meet.”
“Which is why you’ll just have to wait and see for yourself.”
The road suddenly quivered under our feet.
“Oh look, we’re home.” she pointed.
And with that glance, that was the day I would completely change my life. The house was huge, probably three times as big as my previous three story house. There were white gates at the entrance surrounded by a arch of trees that greeted the way in, fallowed by a stone driveway that circled the perimeter of the house then once around the fountain at the center to the way out. The house was unbelievable. It did seemed to have three floors, but it stretched two times my other house and surrounded something in the center it seemed.
“The house stands around the perimeter of our garden, that’s what makes it seem so huge. Not bad for what seems to be the middle of nowhere, huh?”
“I’ll say.” I murmured unthinkably.
“You like it then?” she smiled.
I nodded dazed by the sudden serenity I channeled in my surroundings. “So quiet…”
“I know, come on, we better get you inside, they’re waiting.”
“O…kay.” and she dragged me to my heals.
It seemed though, as we began to approach the house, the distance decreased and the house only seemed to be growing taller and wider. The door in particular, seemed that it could have been fashioned for an elephant to suddenly dash in.
She didn’t need to knock, although that is what I would have wanted. So she looked at me once; her smile more graceful than ever, and pushed the door open.
“Hellooooo?” she chirped anxiously.
“Saphira, oh Saph, your home.” a high pitched voice echoed from our side. “Mylo, Luxet, get your a**** over here.”
She turned her gaze to us once more; her olive green eyes looking directly at me. “And you must be Arowen, our new water siren. Pleasure meeting you madam. Name’s Melodie.”
She extended out her right hand and I immediately handed her mine. “Nice to meet you.” I said.
Not a blink later, two young males appeared from the stairway and gestured their greetings in our path.
“This is her?” the bronze one said. “She’s pretty alright.”
The other grinned and smacked him behind the head. “Watch your mouth, kid.”
He had tried to duck but failed. “Jeez bro,”
They next second they were besides Melodie.
“Boys, where are your manners now?” she teased.
The bronze one stood forward and took my hand and shook it rather harshly. “Hey there pretty lady, name’s Luxet, though you can call me Luxe—whichever you please.”
The black haired one shrugged him off and took his place. “Forgive my brother for his lack of manners.” he leaned down and kissed the top of my hand; my face blushing in embarrassment hoping this would all be a nightmare rather than a vision. “My name is Mylo at your service milady.”
That only made my voice stumble through phrases. “I uh—pleasure meeting you as well sir.” why did I say that?
He chuckled darkly. “I believe you’ve come from a long journey and desire rest milady?” he offered.
At that I broke into laughter. “Of course, if you could be so kind to carry me there.”
“As you wish.” he tugged on my hand lightly and swept me off my feet into the bed of his arms. I supposed I let my humor take control over my own consciousness and I couldn’t help but to boil my face up again, but I wouldn’t let him have his way so easily. After all, this was a game right?
I frowned. “Just teasing, no need to get carried away here. Your lady demands you to put her down.” and I added a gesture with that.
They all began to laugh at me at that instant as Mylo set me down on my heels.
“She really is still something.” Saphira smiled. “I told you so.”
“Yes, yes you did.” Melodie commented. She switched her gaze to mine. “Would you like anything, I’m sure your hungry, and parched.”
“Thank you, but I’m good for now.” I assumed.
Without question, Saphira snatched my hand and began puling me along the black and white marbled floor. “Come Arowen, there are others to greet.”
She took me to the right side of the house and then the stairs that led up in a spiral. It was somewhat a relief, even a human couldn’t ignore the perfection the house gave. Up along the polished banister were unbelievable hand carved ornaments of roses and leafs. At the center of each flower laid a crystal the size of a pinball.
From behind me I could hear light footsteps following up behind us, Melodie and her brothers had decided to do the greetings as well. I sighed. This would be hard enough without an extra audience.
It seemed as we had been spiraling around in circles up the Tower of Pisa, for all I knew, and the floor didn’t seem to get nearer. But with no further hesitation, we reached the second floor.
Luxet sighed afar taking the last four hundredth step. “Phew, stairs are really something aren’t they?” he looked at my direction gasping for air; over exaggerating really.
“Yes,” I muttered. “but nothing you can’t get accustomed to.”
We made a left turn then; the house changing shape, to a bit of a more nineteenth century fashion, the paintings for the majority of the part, ones that were not on the first floor, some maybe valuable; for their age.
“Saphira, where exactly are we going?” I questioned, concerned would have been a better description.
“To the second family room you could say. Crusia and the others will be waiting there, they are exited to finally meet you after only just seeing you as an infant. Might say, what a shock for them it’ll be to finally see you all grown up.” she laughed.
“Here that?” I distant voice called not five doors away from us. “Get up nymphs, she’s here.”
“Oh my,” another female voice gasped.
“Ah, here we are.” Saphira stood behind the closed door and twisted the knob gently opened and fallowed in through.
The room of course, looked not very different than the hallways. Paintings, dark furniture, and of course the classical chandeliers. Once inside the room, I saw courteously that there were four in total, two nymphets and two nymphs.
“Brothers, sisters, I would like to present to you our newest addition to the family, Arowen.”
She took me again from the hand and brought me forth.
“How very nice to meet you.” the tallest women approached and gently took my hand and shook it. By the judge of her physical character and the kindness that was illustrated, I think I had a pretty good idea of who this lady was.
“You must be Soneyla.” I said, by the look on her face I had been correct. “Saphira has given me quite a perspective of you. It is really nice to finally meet you.”
“As to you.” she smiled lightly. “This is my mate,” she gestured over to her left. “Lucario.”
A tall young man stood forward and took my hand bowed. I blushed. “You wouldn’t perhaps the mademoiselle said to contain the most ravishing of all beauties?” he winked.
“C’est moi.” I couldn’t help but to play a role whenever opportunity called. “And you wouldn’t perhaps know the young man I am to thank for the bon voyage home, now would you?”
He chuckled darkly and rocked back on his heals. “Oui.”
Low laughter’s were heard behind us and the next acquaintance stood forth.
“Hello,” she said low and shyly, she seemed to be such little thing; so beautiful as well. Her skin looked so translucent that the redness on her face seemed to extend to a red violet shade. “My name is Nygini.” she blushed darkly when she spoke her own name.
I couldn’t help but to smile fondly at the child who seemed to be wanting to runaway from this room. I laughed lowly only through the throat and leaned down to match the height of the girl. “You must be the little girl I’ve been anxious to meet. Saphira told me you’ve been eager to meet any sort of water siren. You don’t know our kind and your curious?” I assumed.
She smiled lightly and small dimples began appearing on her rose creamy cheeks.
“Why don’t I show a few things of what I know tomorrow afternoon, what doya say?”
She nodded quickly and her smile widened. “Really Aunt Arowen?”
My smile suddenly disappeared and I felt some thread; so warm and liquid flow down the back if my spine until it reached my stomached. So my tender smile returned to my lips. “Of course my niece.”
Saphira began chortling from behind. “She calls every other nymph by what she sees them by. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a thousand years she would begin to call us grandmas and grandpas.”
“Come on sweaty.” Soneyla crooned. “Time to play outside.” she took her lightly by the hand and then out of the door. “Excuse us.” she apologized.
I looked after her curiously. She was only a child, nothing more. How could her own father just abandon her in such a manner. I knew my father had once told me he would rather be dead than to see himself away from my sister or myself. I was nineteen already, and I could handle the loss of my father, but the girl… she never had the chance to experience what it was to be daughter, and yet, she was so small and innocent.
Somebody cleared their throat and my attention flew to the other end of the room. “I suppose you forgot me as easy as you are still gullible, eh Evee?”
I didn’t see him yet, but his voice, the name. It set my wonder running wild in my head. Yes, I had heard that name, the voice was more familiar than the name, but at the same instant I knew that name couldn’t exist without the voice that brought it to life. His voice. A dozen of them.
Time for bed Evee, want to hear a bedtime…
How about a trip down to the river, eh Evee?
The bees don’t tend to harm…
You like the water Evee, go…
Try not to get yourself…
You shouldn’t run…
Come here Evee…
Yes, they were all there one in the same. But I couldn’t put my head around it. After all of these years how could the exact voice still exist without the slightest bit of change. It rang like bells to perfection. Like describing it only yesterday.
“Emil?” I choked out.
“That’s my girl.” he chuckled.
It became dead silence, eventuality Mylo did the honors; clearing his throat to drive the attention to himself. “I assume you both have a lot of catching up to do, brothers, sisters…” he motioned them to fallow behind him; lifting up both his index and middle finger. The room was cleared no more than two seconds later.
“Emil?” I asked again. God forbid me I had to be sure this wasn’t a lie, he had to be real. “Come Emil, come.” I repeated my childhood lines.
His grin widened and he walked to my side. This couldn’t be a dream, I would not bear if I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself in another world, one where he didn’t exist. “Emil I—”
He didn’t have to hear no more, he took my hand in desire and placed it over the side of his face. “Shh Evee, my Evee. I’m here.” he began stroking my face as I locked my own eyes on his rich brown colored eyes. His hand felt partly wet and noticed that he was wiping away the bullet sized tears that were pouring out of my eyes.
“I’ve missed you.” I sobbed silently against his chest. “I’ve needed you. Where have you been?” I demanded on my last phrase.
“I don’t know Evee, I don’t know. But I won’t leave you again, not like that—do you hear me, never.” he promised, and I took his word for it without a doubt or a second thought.
“Your going to be holding on to that promise for a while.” I muttered.
“It would be my pleasure madam.” he chuckled; his chest quivering against my own.
“Mmm, I thought you might say that.” that’s exactly what he I say if this were a dream, but I couldn’t help but to feel better. So I let myself go.
He offered for us to take a seat and I fallowed behind him and sat at his side. Should it be possible that this could as well be only a dream? Could I be yearning that badly for his companionship that I would be willing to be this hard? He was here, he was real, he was still my Emil, and I was still his Evee. I couldn’t remember much, but a nymph’s capacity to gain memory begins the moment they are born, and I still remembered when I first opened my eyes, I saw my mother, and father, but then, I saw Emil, so young and beautiful. He seemed so different than both if the other creatures I met. His skin was pale but creamy, so soft when he first held me I his arms. He used to sing to me as well, having the most beautiful voice I ever heard, even now, his voice rang like bells to my ears. When I began to walk on my own, he fallowed behind, never letting me go. I laughed at that one.
“Something funny?” he asked anxious.
“Nothing but my childhood memories. You remember the time you…” but my voice faded into thought, and he was here to make it real, to make it perfect.
“Yes, you were saying…” he continued.
I sighed; a fond smile tracing over my lips. I scooted myself next to his thigh and leaned my head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me comfortably. “Nothing, you’re here… it’s what matters.”
“I guess so.” he exhaled. “But I do remember…when you were small, when I first saw you…you reminded me of Lady Evee.”
I made a face. “The Evee? The goddess?”
He nodded. “You know how some say she fell from a ray of sunlight, or that she emerged from the waters in the form of a pearl, that she was carried by the cool breeze in the form of a dandelion seed—or that she flourished from the white rosebud of the forest? Well, Evee, that is how it was for me, you were my light of hope.”
“That is why?” I wondered. “I thought it was because I never seemed to do as I was told and the name did bring my attention.” I blushed. “Remember?”
He chuckled darkly; a familiar sound. “Yes, yes I do.”
“Hmmm…” I sighed again. This time an exhausting yawn escaped from my mouth.
“You should take a nap.” he suggested. “You look awful.”
I shook my head. “I want to stay and talk with you.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time for that after tonight’s dinner—here, let me help you to your room.” he began moving his hands to my arms to help me up, I wasn’t that tiered to be half conscious.
We moved through the living room to the hallway, then we stopped by the stairs. Another half spiral and we were on the third floor, although, I did feel pretty exhausted after that run. We continued silently down the long hall. Passing by many doors that remained closed. We reached the point where the passage curled inwards to another hall, half as long this time. Only one third on this one though the hall looked as it stretched at leased one house wide. This hall seemed to be more noticeable with it’s decorations. Tall little coffee tables at the corners with high lamps on their sides, large pots filled up with tropical plants; some with vines that seemed to grow on to the walls, more paintings on the navy-blue walls, and a large window at the opposite door with thin white silk curtains hanging about. Or did this hall seem more noticeable because of its lack of length? Our footsteps still echoed over the light wooden floor.
“Um, Emil, where in this house is my dormitory?” though it was no more than a whisper.
“All bedrooms are on the third floor on the front and back of the house. Did Saphira tell you why.”
“The house is around the garden though it remained the shape of a rectangle.”
“Exactly, now you’ll have to be a bit careful, you could get lost.”
I smirked. “Right. In the shape of a square. All I need is to figure out the north edge and I’ll be good.”
The hall curved once more and again there were another series of doors.
“Three…and four. Here, this must be the one.” he quickly twisted the knob and opened the door. “Remember, your bedroom is on the forth door to the left.”
I looked once behind me. Five doors on the left and six on the right, like a checkerboard. “Got it.”
The room was huge even so obvious that it was a bit dark, but then, with the blink of a second Emilian opened the huge curtains from the other side of the room. It was more like a fairytale room, or very antique you could say. Every inch of wall in sight was painted evenly of lilac, or was it wallpaper? Whatever was the shades of lilac or orchid, the rest would just be white like the huge mirror at the other end of the room, probably big enough for somebody twice my size.
“How big is this room?” I wondered without thinking; staring at the platinum chandeliers up above.
“Mmm, ’bout fifteen feet, take or give a foot.”
My brain had only the slightest reaction to register his respond. It was the bed that took my focus. I had seen it before. Here, in this very spot, but the walls, the furniture, the light, it was all wrong. The bed was simple, queen-sized with two pillows and two purple cushions as ornaments. The sheets were white, white as snow, and over them, laid a heavy lavender quilt. The white mosquito net gave it the final touch, that curtain wasn’t there before.
“Ah,” he muttered, dropping his voice to a whisper in that short hesitation. “I was hopping you might feel comfortable in your…your own bed.” he forced it out as if he thought this would bring me pain.
“It was…it was my mom‘s.” but I couldn’t stop my voice from breaking twice in my statement.
“But the room…”
“Is not the one you slept in.” he finished for me. “We thought it would be best for you, the room had so many past memories—course the room is there, if you want to see it—if you prefer that one—of course it would be redecorate—”
I laughed. “No, this is fine. I love what you did, it was nice of you to think of that.”
His hand slid behind his head. “Oh I didn’t think of this. Helped with the moving and stuff…”
“Then who do I have to thank for the kind hospitality?”
“Saphira did all the decorating, though Aragon thought up the change of room, said he didn’t want you trapped in your previous bedroom, with all the pictures—”
“Who is this Aragon?” I interrupted. “Saphira mentioned him once.”
He backed his foot one step and bit his lip. “That will um, have to wait.”
“Why?” I suddenly demented inpatient.
“It’s more of a see-for-yourself type of conflict—circumstance.”
“Yeah,” I muttered rolling my eyes. “I’ve heard that one before.”
This was irrevocable! How many times had I told that hiding things from me wasn’t my thing. I knew that Saphira didn’t want to tell the names of those whom I would meet. She wanted me to be surprised. But now that I was, why would there be any motive to hide this from me. She said there was also another, Nayarit was her name. Both she and Aragon were said to have been known the longest with the exception of Emilian. Which meant that I had to have seen them at least once when I lived here. That was more of a reason not to keep their identities away from me. Was Saphira wanting me to expect them tonight or was she keeping something from me?
“She’s not telling me something.” I whispered half shocked.
“It’s not entirely that Evee.”
“So she is then,” but I found no reason to hesitate any longer.
He began to back up a bit. “Dinner is at eight on the dot, I’ll see you in two hours, let me know if you get lost.” with a light smile on his lips, he gracefully moved his way out the door.
I was left alone then, to my own knowledge, I had been hunted, I had been found, but I was not killed. My…father, mother…my sister, all dead not forty-eight hours ago. I could still hear it, the screams, the wood; torn to nothing, my mom. I could still see her, her brown curls held aside as she did the cooking. The smell of the hot rice she ever cooked, her smiles her comforts…her last tears, yet so cold in the dark.
“Be safe, my child.” she hugged me with her eyes filled in sadness, but her weak heart was still pounding the last time I saw her. She could still be out there defenseless, and my Elora and my father were both dead. I didn’t see them one last time and I knew they wouldn’t come home now.
My hand angled up towards my forehead but came across something before getting there. Below my eyes came small drops of liquid with the aroma of salt. No, I wouldn’t shed tears for them, not until my assignment was over.
Forcefully I jolted my legs to move me to my left; leaving the room as quickly as I could and closed the door shut behind me. Out through the navy blue hall, I tuned left in the opposite direction that Emilian had escorted me.
Before reaching the end of the hallway, I came across a set of stairs, different from the main stairs, strait and narrower. These stairs lead down to the second hall and then to the first floor creating a strait passageway with two stops, depending on how you saw it. Before calculating the time it took me to get to the first floor aside from the spiral stairs, I found my self on the edge of the last step to the first hall. In front of me came a dim peach orange light.
A small hall was there, and on the other side of the floor was a small passageway that lead to a glass door with thinner glass as an arch. The glass was blurry, normally the kind you would find on the church walls with saints painted over them. This one was the shape of a rectangle with triangle like shapes around it for decorations. It indeed withhold a ravishing wonder. But what made it more mysterious was the colors and shades that liquidized the glass. You could see the colors of the trees, the white estate walls, the pinks and the oranges that consumed the sky. It was rather tempting like discovering who was behind the mask, I as well wanted to know the identity of landscape that grasped my interest.
I only hoped that Saphira wouldn’t mind if I took an evening stroll in the garden while she took an afternoon manicure.
The garden wasn’t at all I remembered, it took me a few steps to reach the slender footpath that was made of stone. Now I could observe. The garden was more of a forest to me, there were many trees of course, evenly planted in a complex format, like a chessboard. You could wonder in and get lost by the bewildered halls that were fashioned into trees. The stone walkway that followed under my feet seemed to stretch to the other side of the house where another crossed in the center that shaped out an X. Where there wasn’t trees, there was grass, and where their wasn’t trees or grass, there were many beds of varieties of flowers. Tulips, roses, lavenders, orchids, daisies, fuchsias, chamomile all surrounded the perimeter. It was a place you’d expect for Sleeping Beauty to come out of the blue through the main entrance and pick a flower out of the main garden, or for Snow white to appear from under the arch of trees with a red apple in her hands.
It seemed so quiet hear as well, no sudden motors, no traffic, no dogs—even the birds seemed to be chirping at their lowest, and a white dove was silently nestled into her nest humming to herself. There was also a shallow pond that stretched a small current throughout the whole garden. It was laid near the wet angle of the building with a pile of rocks stacked onto a small hill, from it fell a miniature waterfall fallowed by the pond with lily pads and fish. It seemed so fascinating to me that I couldn’t help but to trickle away like a little girl and stick my hand in the water. It wasn’t as cold as I predicted, with this weather and all.
Touching the water with my bare hands sent a jolt running through my body. At this I didn’t alert, it was normal, and it hadn’t been the first time it happened. Mom said this happened when nymphs connected with their nature without completely abele to influence it, it happened in the early young adult years of a nymph. The Pyroeds for example, could easily stick their hands in the flames and not be burn, though she would feel like the flames are jerking her in them. It can happen to anyone.
Mom had given me a book about Greek mythology, though I never studied it much, it seemed far to complicated. First of all, it said that all nymphs were woman, big mistake. The true definition of nymphs applied to both female and male. The word nymph meant male and nymphet was female. Then their was the whole thing with the names, nymphs, sirens, sprite, elf, etc.
Furthermore, there came the complicated situation where people said their was a whole series of nymphs in the world, but I reality it was only four: Earth by the name of Dryads, Aurais known as the wind nymphs, fire titled the Pyroeds, water aka Haliades.
It was true that those other ‘elements’ existed and controlled by the nymphs, that seemed complicated at first, and it still is I fact. My mom said that when a nymph or nymphet mature and grow older, they rise to a superior level. A Haliades can induce ice. Freezing the lakes were my favorite. Saphira herself being a Pyroed can manipulate light. The Dryads can influence vegetation, easily growing a flower garden was the fairytale version, I was fascinated by the idea though I never saw it in action. Aurais like Emilian were said to control the storms and the mist from up above, we had three in our coven.
“Ah,” I sighed. “Mythology, vice versa.” I pulled my hand out of the water and wiped it dry on my jeans.
With a light view over my eyes it took me less that a segment of a second to tilt my head up and then back down only to raise it up once more as a spark of light had caught my eye. It seemed very darkly yellow, or was it gold? I didn’t take the time to look up where it had been. Maybe it was a bird’s feather though unlikely. I tracked it through the ground instead. From where I was sitting down a strait line to it’s direction was a tree, but it was different in some ways than the others, located more to the center of the garden and was probably half the size taller than another in the plot. Following the bark up, there were the leaves and the branches, forcing my view a bit further I could see that this tree was beginning to flourish fruit.
The sparkle appeared once more but vanished, darn. Why was I even doing this, I felt like a child chasing after a shiny stone. A light sound pierced from an indefinite direction, I couldn’t be sure, maybe from my right. I didn’t understand why it would startle me, but I had noticed what I was doing all along, I wasn’t wondering, I’d was scanning for the past minute, and I knew I was being hunted. I could see it, see its eyes, shadowing my own in his.
I firmly, very slowly rose up to my heals; trying very hard not to look at the direction of my attacker. My conscious was telling me that I should get out of here. Run, run as fast as you can—don’t look back.
But no, my feet wouldn’t obey, they wouldn’t run, I wouldn’t run, not this day, not ever.
I leaned to my side as quick as the eye could see and gestured my hands in a bended curve one over the other. I could feel the new pulse that was sustaining my body and I pulled it out of me and the waters of the pond clouded over my head and launched in the direction of the creature. His grey figure dashed to one side a quarter second before it hit the thick branch of the tree. Shoot, I missed.
Again another wave rained over my left arm and my aim increased in distance, I saw him once circle the perimeter in the portion of a seconds and I calculated angle to thirty degrees. I pulled the trigger as hard far as it would go and shot. The black curls of my hair swung over my face half blocking my view; panicking my heart and lost focus. My drenched turbulence then spiraled into a tube and shot against my aim. Did I get a hit?
Using both hands, I brushed away the curtains of my hair. What was happening—I couldn’t see a damn thing with a cold mist blocking my view. It was cold, colder than ice itself. But it was clearing. What had this vampire done? I instantly shifted my arms in a defensive mode, waiting for his attack from wherever it may come.
The mist cleared, but my eyes could only stare in terror. I hadn’t hit the wall, but my hit hadn’t failed, against the bark of a tall maple was what seemed to be an crystallized stone, but against it, pinned between the bark and the stone…was a man. He was young, with silk black hair, soft lips, pale skin, and what seemed to be green eyes, a light shade of them.
But the stone as well wasn’t as what I predicted, it was soft—much more than a rock, like marble, and clear frosty mist was bouncing off it.
“Oh my!” a sudden gasped exclaimed not four yards away from me. “What happened here?!” she looked at the crystallized stone for a minute. “Oh my god, are you alright—is he dead—Arowen say something!”
I stumbled between my own image. “Saphira, I don’t understand. He. Tried. To. Kill me.”
“Who was that guy?” I demanded when we were finally settled in her own bedroom; her forehead sweating.
She could only stand there; facing to my view with her hands pressed against the wood. A deep shadow fell over the sun and angled through her window, her face became hidden and unreadable.
I sighed, my head shaking flippantly, measuring my distance between her’s. “Saphira, I think you owe me an explanation.”
She blinked once. “How much did you decipher?”
“A lot…Saphira, why do you have a…vampire living under your roof?”
“I guess I owe you an answer—no, much more of that, I—Arowen, he is my…my family—I’m sorry I never told you that Aragon was a …vampire,” she looked at me too long of a second. “you saw that one yourself. Aragon has been with us far longer than Mylo.”
“You said that.” I stated.
She hesitated with a unbelievable smile over her lips as if she herself couldn’t put the last three pieces of the puzzle together. “I know—listen to me, he has been far longer with us than any other in this family…it is to his doing that I am here today.”
Rejection, anger, honesty, sorrow, those were the holes in my blind spots that could know allow me to think, to believe and to trust. Though her heart grew louder by the second, her face remained silent in the dark.
“Arowen, he saved my life.”
I rolled my eyes. That did it. “I don’t believe it—you—he is here only because—Saphira…” I exhaled. “That doesn’t change who he is. You may believe that there exist vampires that are good, but think of what you’re saying, if—”
“These vampires are different.”
“These? Oh, right,” I said sarcastically. “I forgot about the other leach.”
“Now you halt there Arowen, you won’t offend Nayarit—or Aragon in my presence. You can’t judge them like that without seeing what you won’t.”
I frowned, angered. “That right there is what’s irritating—why are you defending them Saphira? You speak of them as they were human Saphira—people.”
“Let me finish…these vampires are different—I know what your thinking, but these creatures—they don’t consume blood Arowen, not animals or humans.”
Saphira was going overboard. She wouldn’t lie to me of this—but to believe that, that those things were the disciples of Saint Marcus—it just wouldn’t budge I my system. My blood would only temper more in hate, but I didn’t want to fight with her, not over something so ridicules.
She spoke before I could open my mouth. “They drink their own. There own blood.” she sat on her bed; hands over her face. “To see them week after week, month after month hurting themselves to satisfy their thrust… so drained.”
I didn’t want to listen. I leaned down ahead of her lap and took hold of her palms and laid them under mine. Her eyes were staring blankly to my face, she didn’t know I was there, but hopefully her ears were adjust. “Saphira, I won’t fight with you, but I won’t agree with you. If they were to somehow, illustrate their benefits…maybe…”
Her left flipped over mine. “You’ll just have to see for yourself.”
“Saphira, I didn’t want to get to this point, but I’m afraid I’m going to say what I shouldn’t.” I took to breaths. But god help me that my voice could only tremble in whispers. “Saphira, they aren’t people, they are danger—no matter their control. They can’t be tamed. You taught me that yourself.”
“And I am not going back on my word…they can’t be tamed but they can be civilized.”
“It’s not in their nature to withstand those who offend their pride.” a mischievous smile faded over my lips though I knew that she understood the second meaning of my words.
“They are different, I say. You wouldn’t believe the miracles they’ve been gifted. It’s nothing like you’ve heard of before.”
“Ah, right the ‘gifted’ ones.” I muttered under my breath.
“You’ll learn and see soon enough, you’ll be taught.”
I smirked. “Right, like you’ll tutor me after dinner everyday?”
She chuckled. “Not me Arowen, Aragon can do that. Favorably trained, beneficially taught from the originator I always say.”
My smile faded. “I don’t want to be taught. Not by the likes of him.”
“Arowen, you owe him his forgives.”
That did it twice. “Me, apologize to him? But you haven’t given me a chance to say an apology.”
“You won’t need one, I never said he wasn’t going to apologize as well. Be good with him.”
I would only hunch myself in a ball with my lips puckered up, wrinkle my nose, and grunt like a five-year-old child.
“You think about it, but sooner or later you’ll have to face him…in the mean time,” she stood up and began searching through her room-sized closet. “Here’s you’re evening dress.”