***Bea's POV***"Remind me why we have to stay with you again?" I shove the stack of blankets on the dark grey armchair sofa before sliding the matching ottoman closer. This wasn't the first time Adrian and I slept in the same room. However, tonight felt different. I couldn't look him in the eyes without setting my heart into a frenzy after the recent events. Our friendship that we built over the last two weeks shattered at a freighting speed under a touch of his soft lips and ardent grip. That hadn't been the only earthquake. What was he thinking when he praised me for controlling my abilities? If he aimed for the bull's eye, he got it alright. My poor heart skipped a beat right then and there. "We don't want you to turn the place into a winter wonderland. Do we? In the past few nights, your powers have been fluctuating, your emotions bungee jumping, and I can't afford another bad impression on unfamiliar land." Adrian drops his winter coat on the end-of-bed cream bench, tugging hi
***Adrian's POV***How did everything get out of hand? We had a plan—fly the refugees, see them settle, return home. Everything changed in a heartbeat. "Is this really necessary?" Connor asks, closing Beatrice's cell reluctantly.The sparkle in her eyes died to a dull gaze, her smile became a bridge of lamentation, and my heart was hopeless at sight. No matter how many times I whispered to her that everything would be okay, my words couldn’t break through the numb state she wrapped herself in. Beatrice couldn’t be the Dark Phoenix; I was almost certain of it. However, I couldn't let my feeling for her interfere with my decision-making as a ruler."You heard father; Beatrice must remain locked until we confirm she isn't a threat.""I heard him, but—""He doesn't know her as we do. He doesn’t know she wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone kill half of my team, but Beatrice confessed, therefore, he is taking precautions."Coming back home with half of my team felt like a lost battle. Whoever p
***Bea's POV*** Reality had shifted completely. Was I still fast asleep next to Adrian, unable to wake up from this anarchic picture-moving conception? Had I been the Dark Phoenix all along? Is this why I could cure the curse? And the reason the Darklings let us go when we fought at Alpha's Xavier territory? These questions are the turmoil flooding my mind as I fail to grasp the truth. It must be a dream, and I will soon wake up to a world where Blizzard prompts me to believe in myself, and Raul blurts flirtatious comments hoping for another dance with intoxicated Beatrice. "That's right; I am just dreaming. I will wake up soon." I verbalize aloud. "Hate to be the party pooper, but you are wide awake." The guard outside my cell remarks as he slides the lunch tray through the bottom of the door. For a dungeon, everything is kept exceptionally clean. All light bulbs were accounted for and in good working order, the metal bars did not exhibit rust, and the gleam from the black lava-lik
*** Bea's POV*** Adrian's angry demeanor had Connor flush with the cell wall gasping for air. I distance myself from them as my brain wraps around the credible accusation, shuddering legs barely sustaining my weight. Connor never once harmed me. Well, except when his good intentions pushed me off the tower. The way he isn't afraid to get infected, or the way he was confident my nightmares wouldn't come with him around, is uncanny, yet my sixth sense tells me to believe him. "I'm not the Dark Phoenix!" Connor screams while pushing Adrian's sword away from his throat. "I might be King Friedrich's son, but I am not the one causing all this chaos." He moves away from Adrian, hands in the air. "I caught you right-handed trying to influence Bea's mind. I can't believe you tricked me into thinking you couldn't read it in the first place." Adrian scuffs, sword always pointing at Connor. "It's the truth. I couldn't do it till now. Bea, you must believe me." He takes one step in my direction
***Bea's POV***“Why do you do this to me. No wonder she thinks I am your butler; you have me do errands like one.” Francis whines. His voice is unmistakable with its exotic phonetics.“Francis! Quiet, you will wake her up.” Omar hisses, followed by cutlery jiggling as Francis places what I assume to be a food tray nearby, the food aroma giving it away."You look like shit, " Francis notes."I gave her what was left of my Dragon Essence.""Are you crazy? You won’t be able to shift, not to mention you will be vulnerable. If the Eragonians find out, all we worked for will be taken from us." The tone of urgency would make anyone anxious. "I had to. That thing was draining her. With Blizzard gone, she will need every ounce of energy she can. Plus, when we first met, she smelled like me. I was meant to do it anyway." Omar’s explanation has Francis sighing."You should let her know.""If it's meant to be, it will be. It's her choice, and you must respect it as I do." They both go quiet,
*** Bea's POV*** The pendant levitated towards the dark Phoenix. Pulled by a higher force, its glow intensifies the closer they walk. "Adrian, step away." I rush out of the crowd behind the couple, Omar sticking close to me while Francis steps in front of them, halting their walk. We had them surrounded. Everyone gasped at our audacity to interrupt the ceremony. I could hear the King scrutinizing our disrespect and ordering Connor to end the blasphemy. "Bea?" He says my name in a questioning tone. Adrian's blue eyes glittered with the thought I might be doing this with an altered motive. Little did he know the reason behind it was very sinister. "Why? Why do all this? Why hurt them?" My voice quivers. It hurt knowing someone close to me was the one behind this. I shared meals, hopes, and tears with them. "Bea, what's going on?" Connor questions, having made his way through the crowd. His hand on my upper arm hauled me back, triggering a discontented grunt from Omar. Ripping
*** Omar's POV***Two hundred years before meeting Beatrice in the present time "Find them at once!" Hades' thunderous deep voice shook the earth, each step erupting the volcanos and overflowing the five rivers across the land. Daunting to understand how, or who, botched the soul count. It would have been almost impossible to identify the missing souls if it weren't for that low-life werewolf excrement. I despise people like him, constantly leeching the highest hierarchy and eating any attention crumbs they muster. Under my kingdom, a character like him would have his heart torn and fed to the vultures. Then again, I'm not the ruler of this timeless bubble where someone's present might be someone else's past or future. "Omar!" Hades calling activates the collar around my neck. It sizzles against my skin, forcing me into my beast. Fighting the necklace will cause it to heat up to combustion, and having a burnt matchstick head doesn't seem very pleasing. I would rather keep my charmin
*** Bea's POV***I sit up abruptly, gasping as if I had swum from the ocean's depth on an exceedingly long last breath. The place stinks of sulfur, the rock walls have a charcoal black tone, and the cot I currently sit on is made of straws. My mind feels blank, frozen in time. One minute I'm being pushed through the white door by the Moon Goddess, then waking up here. I swing my legs over the edge, noticing the heaviness and the clink of chains around my left ankle, hidden under a gentleman's Victorian black coat over my legs. Where was I? How did I get here?"H-ello?" The effort of a single word breaks me into a coughing fit, grey particles splattering all over my palm. "A-ny-one here? Cough. Cough." Nothing but the constant distant crowd babble is heard. I stand up. How long had I been out, so my right arm no longer hurt? I drag my bare feet to the metal bars."Can anyone hear me?" I couldn't be in the castle's dungeon. The conditions there were more modern and cleaner than in this