begged.
Anger and disgust radiated off me in waves of electricity rolling forcefully through the long hallway. I shuddered with hatred, convincing myself this was not the right time to attack the king, but falling short of inner sincerity. With my magic fully intact, and my connection to Avalon restored, I felt more powerful than ever. The determination to destroy the royal family reached a fevered-pitch and I could hardly control my vengeful magic, nor did I want to.
“Yes, please be careful!” Talbott piped up anxiously. “He will not hesitate to lock you up, Eden, so if you like this freedom than you’d better try to be respectful.”
“What freedom?” I mumbled.
I found Talbott's warning completely obnoxious. His threat of imprisonment only fueled my restored, angry magic, so when I finally reached the doors to the den, I threw them open with boiling energy, sending them off their hinges and splintering the ancient wood. Lucan looked up from a steaming cup only slightly surprised. He sat at the back end of a long room, a fireplace blazing with life to his right and the rest of the wall space lined with floor-to-ceiling bookcases laden with all variety of reading material.
He raised a porcelain coffee cup carefully to his mouth and took a long drink, glaring at me with his icy blue eyes. His stare did not stay long and when he looked back down to a pile of official paperwork scattered across a sturdy, oak desk, I reached a new level of irritation. Several Titan Guards lined the expansive room, and perked up at my outburst, stepping forward to restrain me, but with a single, annoyed wave of the hand Lucan dismissed them back to their posts.
A sound escaped my lips that I wasn't entirely familiar with, something like pure hatred mixed with the building frustration for the entire Immortal year since I began this journey. I threw caution and respect to the wind and lifted my hand toward the ceiling where an expansive chandelier made out of impressive antlers hung, tying the rustic room together. With a burst of magic that left my hand like a shock wave against the atmosphere, I pulled the light fixture from its lofty place and crashed it onto Lucan's desk, severing it in half, spilling Lucan's coffee all over his lap and scattering his papers.
The tension in the room grew palpable, every eye turning angrily on me, weapons were drawn and even Talbott stepped into place by the unhinged doors to prevent my escape. The Titans began to move against me, not bothering to wait for orders, but Lucan stood from his chair, his wrath thickening the air with violent electricity.
Lucan crossed the room in a second, moving toward me with terrifying purpose. I held my ground ready to meet him, but Kiran stepped in front of me before Lucan got too close. I prickled at Kiran's protection, ignorantly defiant enough to welcome a fight with this king, the same king I came to beg mercy from.
“Father, she only meant to demonstrate clearly that she is in full possession of her magic, she intended no harm,” Kiran explained in soothing tones.
“Is that true, Eden?” Lucan asked, the challenge evident in his voice. He knew very well that I was incapable of backing down. “Or were you trying to make a different point?”
I swallowed my biting remarks that came to the surface faster than my next breath. I clenched my fists, forcing my arms to remain at my sides, knowing that crossing them against my chest was my obvious tell.
“Eden, is it true!” Lucan shouted at me, impatient with my silence. With his magic, he picked up the antler adorned chandelier and threw it violently against a bookshelf. Two Titans scattered out of the way just in time to escape being staked through by the smooth but dangerous horns. Books and splintered wood were thrown from their places as the chandelier impaled the wall instead of the Titan Guards who had been standing vigilant only a moment ago.
“Yes, it's true!” I shouted back, finding reprieve
Anger and disgust radiated off me in waves of electricity rolling forcefully through the long hallway. I shuddered with hatred, convincing myself this was not the right time to attack the king, but falling short of inner sincerity. With my magic fully intact, and my connection to Avalon restored, I felt more powerful than ever. The determination to destroy the royal family reached a fevered-pitch and I could hardly control my vengeful magic, nor did I want to.
“Yes, please be careful!” Talbott piped up anxiously. “He will not hesitate to lock you up, Eden, so if you like this freedom than you’d better try to be respectful.”
“What freedom?” I mumbled.
I found Talbott's warning completely obnoxious. His threat of imprisonment only fueled my restored, angry magic, so when I finally reached the doors to the den, I threw them open with boiling energy, sending them off their hinges and splintering the ancient wood. Lucan looked up from a steaming cup only slightly surprised. He sat at the back end of a long room, a fireplace blazing with life to his right and the rest of the wall space lined with floor-to-ceiling bookcases laden with all variety of reading material.
He raised a porcelain coffee cup carefully to his mouth and took a long drink, glaring at me with his icy blue eyes. His stare did not stay long and when he looked back down to a pile of official paperwork scattered across a sturdy, oak desk, I reached a new level of irritation. Several Titan Guards lined the expansive room, and perked up at my outburst, stepping forward to restrain me, but with a single, annoyed wave of the hand Lucan dismissed them back to their posts.
A sound escaped my lips that I wasn't entirely familiar with, something like pure hatred mixed with the building frustration for the entire Immortal year since I began this journey. I threw caution and respect to the wind and lifted my hand toward the ceiling where an expansive chandelier made out of impressive antlers hung, tying the rustic room together. With a burst of magic that left my hand like a shock wave against the atmosphere, I pulled the light fixture from its lofty place and crashed it onto Lucan's desk, severing it in half, spilling Lucan's coffee all over his lap and scattering his papers.
The tension in the room grew palpable, every eye turning angrily on me, weapons were drawn and even Talbott stepped into place by the unhinged doors to prevent my escape. The Titans began to move against me, not bothering to wait for orders, but Lucan stood from his chair, his wrath thickening the air with violent electricity.
Lucan crossed the room in a second, moving toward me with terrifying purpose. I held my ground ready to meet him, but Kiran stepped in front of me before Lucan got too close. I prickled at Kiran's protection, ignorantly defiant enough to welcome a fight with this king, the same king I came to beg mercy from.
“Father, she only meant to demonstrate clearly that she is in full possession of her magic, she intended no harm,” Kiran explained in soothing tones.
“Is that true, Eden?” Lucan asked, the challenge evident in his voice. He knew very well that I was incapable of backing down. “Or were you trying to make a different point?”
I swallowed my biting remarks that came to the surface faster than my next breath. I clenched my fists, forcing my arms to remain at my sides, knowing that crossing them against my chest was my obvious tell.
“Eden, is it true!” Lucan shouted at me, impatient with my silence. With his magic, he picked up the antler adorned chandelier and threw it violently against a bookshelf. Two Titans scattered out of the way just in time to escape being staked through by the smooth but dangerous horns. Books and splintered wood were thrown from their places as the chandelier impaled the wall instead of the Titan Guards who had been standing vigilant only a moment ago.
“Yes, it's true!” I shouted back, finding reprieve
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