" I see the fire beneath her skin. she's going to change the world."
~Unknown
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Andria pov
"All hail the king," echoes through the room as every creature and Alpha bends their knee to the King.
I do a curtsy, showing my submission to the new King before I see Ariana.
She looked happy, her face relaxed, her eyes glowing, as though she were on a cloud of happiness, but I was not.
It only made it clear as daylight that I had to do something. The closer she gets to the throne, the further everyone else gets to living a safe life.
So when I find my feet racing towards Nathaniel's quarters, just after the coronation and before the coronation ball. I don't question myself.
I let my hands go through every hidden spot in his chambers, my mind fleeing as I pushed past fallen duvets and pillows to drawers, which I hoped held something precious that would help me. Nathanial loved collecting trinkets. They were usually plain and boring, but sometimes they held magical properties that lasted for decades.
But they didn't, his drawers only holding useless possessions like an old paperweight or a lost sock, some even lying empty. I let out a defeated sigh and began to pace up and down the room, realizing that my endeavours had been useless. I almost want to scream out loud at my misfortunes, my mind not understanding that I'd come to a closed end.
I scan the room one last time before thinking better of it and deciding to leave. My hands brushing against the oak wood door, when the ringing of a cuckoo clock reaches my ears, halting my movements and causing me to swiftly, turn around in the direction of the sound.
It stood on the wall, the birds singing their deafening song, slightly muffled as they rang a few hours too early. My attention is drawn towards the intricate designs of the clock, as I find my feet going towards it, my mind in a trance as I trace the gold patterns of the clock.
It was small, with three newly painted blue birds singing their song, the smell of new paint strong in the air. The chirping of the birds is horrid, causing me to lightly tap at them, to help them with their song. Their singing only gets worse, causing me to raise my hand against it again to see what was wrong. Instead of the loud slap sounding through the room my ears are met with a cold whistling wind as my hand is sucked into the clock, a blundering blue light entering my vision. My eyes shut in their fright.
It took me a moment to open my eyes again, afraid of what I would see. My hand was buried in the strange clock with the blinding light.
It took me a few moments to realize that it was not actually a clock, but a locum, an object that could hide trinkets and change its shape to suit its setting.
I feel inside it, trying to find something solid to pull out. My hands reach out to a soft round pouch, which I pull out with an easy tug.
It's see-through with silver stars on the material that held a blueish-white powder inside. I open it and sniff inside, my senses clashing at the unfamiliar scent as I push the pouch away, repulsed by its smell.
My mind wheezes for a moment, the scent doing strange things to my mind. I struggle to focus on the pouch in my hand.
It looked familiar, the powder. I think Father once mentioned it. I think he called it Euphesism, or maybe it was silver. I don't remember.
Maybe it could help me.
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