Patricia
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I calmly stepped on the empty hallways of the palace. No one was here. No one should have been here. After my calculus, the Royal Family and the majority of the servants should be at the annual party that is trow in the name of the goddess Meh, known as the goddess which brings the calm and warmth of the summer nights. This goddess it’s so important to them because of the rough seas that surrounds those lands. The perspective of a calm, warm, blessed night is so surreal for them. I feel bad for them. I wish that I could do something to help them, bun unfortunately, I can’t.
The sunset was bathing the marble walls that surrounded me. Everything around me was changing it’s color from a pale pink to a bright orange in a matter of seconds. My shadow rests on the wall that is behind me, almost twice as big as I am, making me look like a ghost who enjoys haunting the halls of the castle. But I m not here for silly games with ghosts. I am here for something more important, more ancient, more powerful than the goddess itself.
I pushed the wooden doors which guarded the stairs covered in a dark, soft material. This time the walls aren’t made from white, clear marble but from a dark, cold color. The carvings from the walls add a plus at the feeling of power, royalty and cold arrogance which can smash you within a second if you don’t obey. How twisted the royal family really is? Only the Throne Room can make you kneel with fear in your heart. Luckily I became immune to this kind of attitude but I still get shivers on my spine every time I face the walls engravings.
Stay focused Patricia, I must leave my stupid fears aside and concentrate on the real reason that brought me here. The Artifact could bring me more than I can imagine. More than I need. But for that I must get to it. As far as I heard from the King’s closest servants, the chamber in which the most precious pieces of jewelry are kept is in the basement. To lowest level of the basement to be more precise. I can search the Artifact in peace and quiet there. The most difficult thing now is to find the damn entrance that leads to the basement.
I continued to walk around the dark, immense room that was lighted only by a few dozens of purple candles. In the second that I passed near the Throne I could feel a small current of cold air around my ankles. Nothing promising, nothing strong, but in the end, something. Kneeling in the front of the Throne I could feel the small current o air again. My finger were resting on the softest purple velvet that I had the honor to see or feel in my entire existence. The cold air was coming from a little, almost invisible crack in the floor. The question now is how to open the hidden door.
Loud steps could be heard in the antechamber. But as soon as I heard the steps the sound disappeared. From what I could notice earlier there was no other room linked to the antechamber beside this one. This could mean only two things. Either the person who was walking in the antechamber stopped to admire the view, either that person is trying to enter this room. If it could stay there for a few more minutes it would be perfect. I do hope that something happens so that person has to walk away from the Throne Room.
Putting a lock of my hair around my ear I managed to pull out one of the long hairpins that were holding my curls together. This hairpin will help me to lift up the small piece of marble that guards the trigger of the secret passage. I touched along the spots where the stairs were joining searching for the little crack that was the answer of my prayers. If it’s not here, near these steps, if I made a mistake I would have to abandon this plan and come back later when I will have enough time to search the entire room. It is not impossible but knowing that someone is about to enter this room makes it hard to accomplish.
“Miss, you are not aloud to be inside the palace at this time.”
The powerful voice of one of the servants could be heard talking to the person who tried to enter the Throne Room just a few minutes ago. Now I know that is a she. Quite interesting.
“I am sorry, but I couldn’t resist to walk by and not admire the view”
The bitch... Why is she here? Doesn’t she have a Kingdom to run? It seems like she has nothing else to do today except ruining my plans. But not so soon, my dear sister. I reached out for the hairpin which I had dropped in the moment that I heart the voices. A small sparkle manage to steal my eyes for a fraction of a second. But it was enough. Laying quietly, covered by a small piece of marble there it was. The button that I needed.
I let the pin to slowly slip between the cracks lifting up the small piece of marble. With a deep breath I pressed the button, a hidden passage revealing himself in front of me. The floor dived under the throne showing me another pair of stairs. At the light of the torches that were already lit on the newly discovered hallway I could finally see the beautiful velvet that was absorbing every sound that my steps made. It was an extremely beautiful royal purple. To beautiful to be used as a carpet for these stairs whom almost no one uses.
Lifting one of the torches that was pined on the wall I could hear how the stairs got back at their original form blocking me inside the guts of the palace. The only way I know of getting out from here is sealed. But I don’t have time to despair. No matter who enters here it always gets out. I am sure that I will find some kind of an secret entrance because no one knows that these place even exist. Not even the King itself. Only his Grand Counselors.
I carefully followed the purple carpet on the more and more narrowed hallway. I must admit, it s a clever trap. If you claustrophobic you have no change in getting inside the most precious room on this island. You have to have the perfect shaped body. Nd more important you don’t have to be scared by the thought that you can get stuck. I sighed in relief the moment I managed to get trough. It was becoming difficult even for me.
“And how am I supposed to find an ashen gold door?”
Stepping carefully near the western wall I began to investigate the enormous room that was unfolding in front of me. It took me almost forty five minutes. And I found no trace of that ashen gold door. Could the servants lie? I mean, what would they even win if they go around telling the King’s secrets at some strangers. It’s true that I did pay a quite high amount of gold for this information. But still... Who I am trying to fool here? I was so naive to think that they would be sincere with me. I was to confident in my powers. To much like her. I should have thought more carefully before trowing myself in the middle of the storm. I can’t fix anything now. If only I could have a bit more light around me. Maybe I could spot the exit way from here.
Kneeling on the cold, wet floor I let the torch in front of me. I managed to put my fingers on the right lace of my corset. I need to have my back free for this kind of spell. I focused on the flame of the torch ignoring the cold air that was touching my back and shoulders. I let my head on my chest breathing deeply concentrating on the flames. On the little particles of light that were surrounding me. I started to mumble the incantation that my mother told me to use in situations like these. This spell would fill the whole room with light. I could spot another four doors with the help of this spell. And one of them had indeed an ashen gold color.
Lacing the corset back on his original state I rose up from the floor and walked right at the door I was searching for. At last I found it. This is the room that keeps The Artifact. It is said that it could stop the storm and bring the seas at peace. And that statement makes you wander. If the Artifact is so powerful, than why the King does not use it. It would be a lot more easier life for him and for his people. But, how am I supposed to take this Artifact out without looking too obvious?
Another step takes me further in the room and more close to the statue that is standing proud and without a speck of dust on it in the middle of the room. I could swear that this statue is made from only one piece of white marble. A piece that is perfectly white, without any impurity or entrance of other color on the surface. Just a pure white. A kind of white which inspires kindness, understanding, fatherly love. A small name is sparkling on the golden plaque that is at the base of the statue. Kehlen Myer. The last king of the Myer’s Dynasty, the only Dynasty that could master the whole power that the Sacred Trident holds. May the gods accept the King in their own heavenly kingdom.
“Kehlen... It seems that you have been a very loved King at your time.”
My fingers were touching the cold, harsh metal of the Trident. I folded my fingers around the Trident, trying to pull it out from the hand of the statue. For my surprise, it came out quite easy. A few moments later the Trident was laying in my hands. A powerful shudder made me shiver from head to toe lifting all the dust tat wason the floor in the air. Such strong wind couldn’t come from the small way in that I use. That must had been a quite big door. Holding the Trident in my left hand I stepped out of the small room in the hopes of finding the door that provoked that powerful curent.
“Oh, dear sister, do you really think that a little servant can keep me away? I wont let you steal anything.”
“Don’t tell me. You had a date with an Angel earlier and now the altruism hit you. Give me a break, Ankara.”
She stepped closer to me with the movements of a gracious dancer. She was always perfect. She was always my role model. The person I had respected the most in my childhood after my mom. But she threw all that away in the moment that she gave up her kindness for evilness. She chose to pass through every powerful man’s bed in order to win power. She chose to be something unnatural just for the taste of lust and power. I don’t say that I am a saint. I steal for fun. But comparing to her it’s way better to live in my way.
Once she reached my side I could feel her scent. Delicate winter flowers and something else. A strong, deep, manly scent. A scent that digs deep inside my soul and mind. The scent of cognac had been impregnated in my sisters skin that I could almost taste it. A burning feeling of jealousy started to burn inside me in the moment that my sister trowed at me her cocky smile. She always does that lately. She acts like all that she has is something that I want more than anything. I can’t really tell why is she doing all of this. There is nothing that she has and I want, it couldn’t be. She is nothing more than a powerless slut which is taking advantage of all the powerful man around her.
“You are so naive, dear sister. But I like you like that. Don’t change very soon, okay?”
She patted me on the hair before turning around and walk to a specific door. Could it be that door the one which leads outside? It must be. Otherwise Ankara wouldn’t use it. She is definitively planning something. I guess I have to find my own way out. And I have to do this with care. I don’t want anyone to see me carrying an Ancient Trident outside their kingdom. It’s time to rely on luck and fate. Before I could make another step my sister faced me door the last time. I shouldn’t say nothing but I couldn’t contain myself.
“I don’t know what are yo trying to do, but you won’t get away with it. I’m not that stupid.”
“I never said that you are. I just said that you are naive. I should have said blind. You are blinded by your meaningless purposes and you can’t see something that is right in front you.”
“What are you talking about? I begin to think that you spend too much time with the Demons. You stared to talk like them. With coded words and phrases.”
“You will understand. Someday. Until them, little sister.”
And with these last words she disappeared in darkness. Turning slowly to the hallway that brought me here I managed to spot a moving Shadow right before all around me to turn pitch black. Even the torch stopped burning. It has to be a Shadow Caster. Only they can do something like this. A small touch on my hand, the warm breath of a person on my shoulder, the soft lips of the stranger laying on my neck made me froze.
“Did no one told you that is not nice to steal, darling?”
The deep voice of the man that was all around me let me understand that I have to deal with a quite an old being. A double blooded being if I am to analyze the smell that already intoxicated me. It doesn’t smell like all the other Shinigami’s, because they are the only beings with half Demon blood and half Angel blood. He doesn’t have that soft but in the same time alluring scent that the Shinigami’s behold.
“I had been told, but I don’t like to listen.”
I made a small step behind in the hope that I will get away from the man that managed to corner me in this darkness. Unfortunately I couldn’t. His soft touches continued to follow me. At every step I’d made he would follow me. Carresing kissing, touching.
“You have to follow me, my beautiful redhead. I need something from you.”
His hypnotic tone was the only thing that I could hold on before I lost control on myself and fall in his arms. As hard as I tried his words came back to me, again and again. I need... From you. A hypnotic mantra that you can’t disobey. He needs me. I can not disappoint him. His ravishing vanilla scent was the only palpable thing that followed me in the journey that the mysterious man was taking me in.
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