Dream of Me by Magenta Phoenix

one this month. King Zyaid’s temper was well known and had many on guard at all times.

    “What is it, Theius?” his deep voice bit out as his long, claw-like nails tapped against the arm of his throne with irritation.

    “There has been news of the Garmorians.”

    “I care not about those savages. Leave them to their own devices, they will slip eventually and just as we rid ourselves of the eastern village, I’ll rid our entire world of their kind once and for all,” Zyaid said without concern.

    “My lord, your spies have confirmed that the Garmorians have…” his words trailed off as he gulped in fear once more.

    Rolling his eyes, Zyaid turned his attention back to his tray of food. “What?”

    “They… they have began to… dream seek .” Theius cringed the second the words left his mouth. Holding his breath he waited for the wrath of his king’s anger that would surely come.

    Jerking his head back to his advisor, Zyaid eyes flared as his voice hissed out, “What did you say?”

    Gulping, Theius wrung his hands together with apprehension as the walls around him begun to gently rattle. “They’ve begun to dream seek .”

    “No!” Snarling in rage he slammed his fist down, shoving at the platter of food with a violent sweep of his clawed hand caused it to fly into the wall with a loud crash.

    Rising to his feet he slowly descended down the steps of the raised platform, before rushing at his advisor with bloodlust in his eyes. His hand shot out as his fingers wrapped around his advisor’s thin neck. Raising him up until his toes barely touched the ground, Zyaid snarled in his face.

    “How have the unworthy Garmorian’s come by this? I am KING! I am the only one deserving of such a gift!” Curling his lip in disgust as his advisor gasped and fought his punishing grip he abruptly tossed Theius aside like a rag doll.

    Falling to the polished floor, Theius came upon his knees cupping his bruised throat. “We don’t know how they acquired it. All we know is that several of the Gu’an’s warrior’s have begun to seek their mates and the priestess has been assisting them too.” Clenching his fists tightly, Zyaid snarled as the walls around them began to shake like a mighty earthquake with the power of his rage.

    Darting his fearful gaze from the rigid back of his king, Theius shot a look toward the door. He longed to run for the tempting sight of the doorway, but he knew his king would kill him before he could take a step. His palms sweated with apprehension, he could practically feel the rage pouring off of Zyaid as his dark power shook the foundation around them. If he wanted to, the king could bury them alive with little difficulty. This did not bode well for his future if the king decided to turn his rage onto the only person near him. Then, everything went silent. Filled with dread, Theius raised his surprised eyes to his king. Pursing his lips, Zyaid narrowed his red eyes down at him, rubbing his hands together in contemplation.

    “You will have my spies watch everything the warriors do. If one is successful in crossing over and obtaining their mate I want to be the first to know.”

    Slowly Theius stumbled to his feet as he bobbed his head obediently. Without waiting a second longer, Theius turned and quickly fled the throne room slamming the door behind him as he rushed off to do as his king commanded. He thanked his lucky stars that he was still alive — for now.

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    The scent of fear that clung in the air around him made Zyaid smirk with pleasure. He like that every Kelithian under his rule feared and obeyed him, sadly the Garmorian’s were a different story. For centuries he’d waited patiently for their kind to summit to their true king, but the bastards would rather deny his right to rule and seek to take his throne from him as his sister had long ago.

    The dark memory of his sister’s demise brought a cruel smile to his thin lips. No one would take his crown