Kal POV Mother was still skipping happily around the beach, looking like a little girl, with not a care in the world. I was overwhelmed by emotions, confusion, and a sheer sense of impending doom of some kind. Something else was wrong and I could not shake the feeling. Thoughts of Mother not being on this plane were petrifying me. I did not know how and what to think of this, and ever since she said it, it felt as if somebody grabbed my heart with an iron fist and was not letting go, squeezing the life out of it. The knowledge that she had of my marriage to Catherine was new to me. I thought it was a well-guarded secret. We took every precaution, I thought to myself – apparently, I was wrong. “You know Mother knows everything”, Beast said softly. “She knew of our children, even before we did,” he continued. Not making much fuss, Beast was unusually quiet upon realization of all Mother and I discussed earlier. I expected him to roar or act out, yet he was quiet, which was very strange
Amelia POV The trip to see my father did not go exactly as planned. I felt as if everybody could see through me, as if everyone knew of my betrayal. After my recovery with much help from my sister-in-law, Lady Nasrin, I did manage to have a much-needed discussion with him – the main reason I wanted to see him. I recalled the prophecy – the prophecy of born dragons, born of human – twins. The prophecy also spoke of the great danger. The twins had ability to destroy our world, and everything in the process, and based on the earlier vision, I was afraid that this is exactly what was going to happen. In addition, prophecy spoke of love and the three-fold energy that would usher the time of peace, stability and finally bring balance to the species, and happiness to the realm. I did not know why but I felt that had something to do with First Dragon and his interest in two humans. Father did not seem phased or really surprised. He listened to me carefully, but somehow, I felt his eyes were
Lord Alwyin POV Watching my precious daughter leave on Ying hurt my heart, yet again. Knowing that she betrayed us was painful. It was almost unbearable, and I was, in a way, grateful she did not stay long, as I was not sure how much longer I would be able to continue this charade, how much longer I could keep up the pretense. “My Queen???”, I mind linked my mate and wife, Lady Sahar – Amelia’s mother. “I am in the drawing room”, she said, expectantly. After all this time, this woman knew me, loved me, and was excited to see me as I was her. She was my one true love. One of my powers was teleportation – I could move through space and at that moment, I did not feel like seeing anyone but my wife, so I decided to shimmer to the drawing room. I needed her scent, her soft embrace, her eyes, her smile. And I needed to talk to her.. I needed to break her heart and confirm what her prophecies had foretold – that our own child would betray us – that she would be the downfall of the supernatu
Emma POV The voice in my head and conversations with her have started becoming more frequent, almost like a regular thing – a few times a day at least. While I was initially apprehensive, I grew fond of this voice, of her advice and friendship. In all fairness, somehow through it all, she became my sounding board in the way. However, I was worried. The voice appeared after the explosion, and I did not know if I was suffering some serious medical issue – hallucinations perhaps, or was it because of the medication I was on. I was simply concerned, even though I appreciated her, I was still struggling to understand if she was real or not. Her advice was yet to be wrong. . She was encouraging, as a mother or friend, and I was starting to get very attached to her. Was I bipolar??? Did I have a split personality disorder??? And if so, how come these things did not happen until now??? I was confused, fearful and very scared. Leo was sitting across from me, reading a magazine. I decided to t
Leo’s POV I never thought much about the voice in my head. I always looked at it as some type of support system, maybe some type of divine intervention or something akin to the voice sages in history heard thought the centuries. For a while, after I figured out, I was gay, I thought that even perhaps the voice was my real, gay identity – I thought it may disappear once I come out and come clean to the world – but it did not. I did not hear it always – in fact, it was not a constant presence, but it was there, and I knew I could rely on it, on its advice. At times, it was dormant. At times of struggle and distress, like during the time of explosion, it was very strong, empowering and encouraging. I recalled early days of hearing it - it started when I was very young, maybe when I was 3 if memory served me correctly. As Emma was saying, it was there – but unlike her situation, mine did not appear out of nowhere and did not change after the explosion. I heard the voice twice or thrice si
Emma POV “Different HOW?”, Leo and I asked him almost in unison. Dr. Sina was looking at us as if he said the most natural thing in the world. Firming up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and putting his pen down, he said gently “Different, my child, is not necessarily something bad. In fact, different is often a very good thing – it takes different people, different species, different things to make the world go round!!!”, he exclaimed, beaming at us again. “I understand that”, I said, my voice shaking slightly, “however, I am curious as to what do you mean WE are different??? Do you have many patients like us?” I asked, worried now somehow. “Young lady, you know that I cannot divulge patient/doctor privilege and confidentiality!”, he said, reassuring me, albeit a little sternly. “But, let me put it to you this way – you two are most definitely not my first or only cases with other self-awareness”, Dr. Sina retorted. I was looking at him like he had three heads. “Other self??? Ot
Emma POV I was dreaming again. The sound of two children, a boy and a girl playing was music to my ears, echoing through the halls. They were clearly happy, giggling together. I found myself in the same dream/vision where I saw them before, that much was obvious. However, this seemed like a continuation of the previous vision. I was walking through a hallway – with a huge beautiful garden to my right, arched columns creating a beautiful, flower-ordained space. Children's voices were happy, they were playing some game and I heard water splashing .. There was a general feeling of happiness all around – the sun was shining, flowers were in bloom. It all seemed peaceful. All of a sudden, I felt two strong hands pull me towards them, and the next thing I knew, I had a warm, passionate kiss cover the space between my neck and collar bone sending shivers down my spine, electricity buzzing through all my body, my stomach clenching. I knew those hands around my waist, I knew his scent. “Litt
Kal’s POV The beauty of the ocean never surprised me. The pink corals, random rocks full of algae and other life, sea flowers, colorful fish, the way that turquoise waters turned into green, blue and deeper dark shades of color was mesmerizing to me. My sister had indeed made the kingdom everyone can envy, but few can understand. Hers was the world of differences, a world of possibilities, a world of paradoxes and constant change. She thrived on things which made little to no sense – women and men who could live under water and walk on earth, like her mermaids, some of the best singers, yet also the most beautiful creatures, like her sirens, and yet some of the most ruthless monsters and killers in the whole existence lived under the water, in her home. Her children. She made a paradox world and enjoyed every minute of it! My sister sired numerous children – she enjoyed creating them and enjoyed the creativity aspect of it, enjoyed being a mother and loved each of them fiercely and de