Chapter 2~ Its sorta... a mid between-Zyll-and-Lucien one? It finishes setting things up. So, went with the Zyll suggestion here of checking on his mom~ Couldnt go to Luciens PoV yet--until Zyll was out... but I did do a different PoV to sort of show whats going on with Lucien, so enjoy that~ Next time, Ill probably do Luciens PoV. But again, tell me what you want to see next~ ~Immature World: Chapter 2~ “We’re going to get my mother,” Zyll had told his cousins. He then grabbed a bag and began stuffing anything he thought they’d need inside. “All right, but let’s be quick,” Amaranth replied. Once the prince had his supplies together, she led the way out, staff ready for battle. She kept to the side of the hall—in the shadows now that they had Zyll to cloak them with Capricorn. Briar, too, concentrated—no doubt on keeping the sound of their feet from reaching anyone’s ears. Even Nerine’s sneeze didn’t seem to attract any guards. Soon enough, the small group reached the king and queen’s room. No guards stood by their door, though—that fact created a lump in Zyll’s chest. Still, he pressed on and eased over to the door. He gave a light knock and waited, listening. No reply came. The worry only increased as a frown formed on the prince’s face. He reached out with Gemini, but he couldn’t find her. A shaky hand rose, and he tapped a number pad next to the door—a code he knew by heart. With a click, it unlocked, allowing him in. He entered, but he found no one inside. Wind blew through the window, welcoming the winter sun—along with some snow. About a week remained before Ruarc’s Day, the holiday for celebrating the national hero from hundreds of years ago. That hero, however, died that day. “Zyll, look,” Briar spoke up, shifting his cousin’s attention. The elder picked a letter up off the desk and offered it. “It’s addressed to you.” Zyll took the envelope to see the truth in his words, and he knew the handwriting—his mother’s. He sat down as he read: Dear Zyll, I’m sorry. If you’ve found this letter, then it means we weren’t able to prevent the worst from coming to pass. Your father and I are both trapped in ice, and there’s little we can do to help you now. Despite the circumstances, you mustn’t fear for us. I will use all of my power to keep us alive—us and anyone else who shares our fate. You must protect yourself and your brother. Your father and I still haven’t found who’s responsible for this, but they’re closer than we previously thought. Be careful, especially in who you trust—make sure they have a heart you know well. And remember: you will never be alone. Love, Your mother Zyll stared at the words, rereading them again. It was too late—Lucien’s spell had caught her as well. “Mom, Dad,” he murmured as his grip crumpled the paper. “I-I feel something bad,” Nerine’s voice chimed as she tugged on her brother’s shirt. Briar picked the young girl up, holding her close. “Don’t worry—there’s nothing bad here,” he assured her with a grin. “We’re just a bit sad, but it’ll be fine—” “N-no,” she cut him off as she hugged him. “Something below.” The elder three exchanged surprised glances before hurrying over to the stairs. They led down to the king and queen’s office—easy access for them. With Cancer to boost the sounds below, they could hear a few voices talking: “Those kids are quite troublesome,” a male said. “They’ve already figured out that we aren’t bandits.” “Are you sure?” a female replied. “Virgo’s not always reliable.” She referred to the nebula of time. “Hey, don’t doubt my skills. Either way, we should probably tell the boss about this—maybe have them manually frozen with their parents to make things easy. No one would know, ‘cept for Prince Zyll.” Zyll frowned as he listened in, pressing closer. He didn’t recognize either of the voices, but the fact that they worked with those fake bandits—were they even people from the palace, or just hired help for whoever wanted his family gone? “We’ll need something more elaborate to get him out of the way. Well, regardless, we need to trick the knights into catching them for us now. Maybe if we—” “You’re going to die.” The new voice made the four eavesdroppers jump. This voice came not from below, but from above them now—inside the bedroom. They looked up to see the young actor there—Seda. “That is, unless you stop delaying and get away now.” “You—you’re that actor. How exactly do you know my parents?” Zyll asked with a glare, his hand on his sword. “Does it matter right now? Your life’s kinda on the line here.” Amaranth asked, “And just how do you propose we escape?” In response, Seda grinned. “Ever wondered where we send our stage props after a show here?” * * * * * * * Shipments came in and out of the palace like normal. In fact, all business seemed to run the same—few could guess by looking the tragedy that had occurred the other day. As night fell, the ballroom’s only light became that of the moon. Ice reflected it, illuminating the frozen figures in a mystic wonder—at least, if the outcome hadn’t been so grave. The queen stood trapped back away from the battle, her head lowered in concentration. Seda placed his hand in front of her, feeling for the nebulae still emitting from her before adding his own. “I managed to get most of them out,” he told her, even though he knew she couldn’t hear. “All except one...” He trailed off as crying met his ears. He blinked and drew away before moving between the icy figures as he searched for it, cautious. Soon, his eyes landed on the blue hair of the younger prince—the only one he hadn’t managed to save yet. Lucien leaned against his father’s legs, curled up in a trembling ball. Seda stepped forward, reaching out for him. “Luci—” His own powers cut him off. Visions crammed into his head, pulling at his consciousness all at once. He saw himself trying to lead Lucien away, but knights came and surrounded them—again and again, the same thing. No matter how he tried to change the vision, he couldn’t get close to an exit. And each time, a different voice taunted him with the same words: “We won’t let you kidnap the prince.” That coupled with a pain stabbing into his chest caused him to fall to his knees, fighting to break free from Virgo. Finally, it faded away. “Damn,” he muttered as he pushed himself to his feet. One thing was certain: he wouldn’t be able to break Lucien out so easily. And so, he approached the prince with a bow and a new strategy. “Prince Lucien. Isn’t it a bit late for you to be up?” The child said nothing, but simply stared back at the actor. Seda smiled. “Or, were you investigating to find who did this?” Lucien’s eyes widened, though he still said nothing for a moment. Soon, he replied, “Bandits did this.” “But who let them in? Palace security is usually too good for a group of intruders to break in—especially at a time when the king and queen are unarmed.” Seda offered a hand to the prince. “Someone here is responsible for this, and we need to find out who. Think you’re up for it?” Lucien nodded in response and, taking Seda’s hand, stood. He looked up to his father one last time, his face unreadable as he kept silent. He then turned and walked away without so much as a “goodbye.” Seda watched him go, clenching his fist. “Well, guess we have the cards moving, then. I’ll have to see where they fall and take it from there.” He turned to look back at the glass figures. First, he had to see who all was here—everyone he knew? Or did it miss one or two? Well, if they’d really all gotten themselves frozen, he’d have to yell at them later for it.
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