Elite's Majesty

“You, a-again.” For a moment, Mauve was happy someone pulled her out of the water. It was the first time she ever experienced what it feels like accepting an abrupt death. That moment did not last long as she realized that it’s the guy earlier… her safety is no longer guaranteed.   “Yes, it’s me. And like I said earlier I mean no harm.” He tries to convince her by flashing another reassuring smile and by giving her some space between them. He knows that Mauve is at her most vulnerable state and he thinks that this might be a good chance for him to persuade her again.   “You should take your jacket off, miss, have mine instead.” Mauve’s eyes shift to the girl standing next to the guy. Her strong aura overwhelms Mauve as she looks at her eyes with genuine concern.   “Who are you?” The question automatically goes out of Mauve’s mouth as her eyes lock into the girl’s strong gaze.    “I’m Sephie, and ju

"Mauve!" Nicholas' eyes and mouth are wide open as he witnesses Mauve five feet off the ground floating in midair. It's almost like gravity no longer applies to Mauve as her hair floats around, so were her tears bursting out of her eyes due to sheer shock. Her scream continues as she struggles to keep her balance steady.    "Nicholas help me!" Mauve cries for help.    "Grab my hand!" Nicholas extends his hand trying to reach her. Mauve desperately grabs his hand but the more Nicholas tugs her down, the higher she gets. It looks like some force is pulling her back as she tries to go down.    "Stop! Let her go, Eliot!" Sephie demands as she enters the room. Her eyes start to emit a subtle bluish glow as she scans Mauve accessing what is happening to her. 

" I need to ask you a favor”. Mauve asks hoping Nicholas would hear her out.   " What is it?" He replies.    " I want to stay until my birthday and spend it with my parents. "   Nicholas knows it's not practical to stay longer on Earth but it is really hard to say no to Mauve now that they are starting to build her foundation of trust.    "Of course, as you wish." Nicholas responds with a smile.    " Great, now we need to make plans."   "About what miss?"  Sephie asks.   

“ Nicholas, have you ever been in love?” Mauve’s heartbeat could almost pop out of her ear. She badly wants to know but refuses to hear it come out of his mouth. Still, she kept her eyes on his even if she looks like a ripe tomato ready to burst. “ I haven’t … but I might.” Nicholas looks at Mauve who looks like she was relieved off of a heavy frustration.  “How about you have you ever been in love?” he asks in return. As Mauve is about to respond, Sephie enters the room and asks how things were going. The tension between the two dissipates while they relay the plan to Sephie. It took them the whole afternoon and evening to patch through any loopholes they thought of in order to make the plan as easy as possible. As

Mauve wakes up in a completely white room with her head dizzy from what felt like a fuzzy dream. Her eyes wander around and spot Nicholas at the corner of her bed. Anger immediately spikes, the last thing she remembered was Nicholas injecting her with a cold substance that who knows what for. Before she fumes red and goes ballistic, Nicholas speaks ahead. “I know you're mad but before you bite my head off, hear me out Mauve. The council leader is about to come in so I suggest you calm down first.” Mauve glowers at him. Soon enough a sharply dressed woman in a similar white ensemble enters the room.  “ Good day your majesty, welcome to Elite. I am Danaia Witkinson the council leader, adviser, and in charge of the council. On that note, you and I will be working closely together as we prepare you for your coronat