“What…what did you just call me?” Mitzie gulped. “I know I believe I’m dreaming, but I’ve never had a dream about my twin sister that died in my mother’s womb.”
Etheria gave a slight chuckle “that’s because, as hard as it may be for you to believe, this isn’t a dream, and I didn’t die.”
Mitzie thought she would faint from the information. I mean, dreams shouldn’t cause this kind of effect on someone, as far as she knew, right?
Yet, something about Etheria made Mitzie want to believe what was being said to her. And something about Etheria, resembled Mitzie’s features. This couldn’t be possible. There was absolutely no way this wasn’t a dream!
Just as Mitzie was about to speak, she felt a strong kick from her baby. The kick could be seen by Etheria. Her stomach also seemed to go from being 5 months pregnant to where she looked almost 8 months pregnant.
“May I?” Etheria giggled as she arched an eyebrow at Mitzie asking permission to rub her stomach.
“Y… yeah” Mitzie stuttered out staring at her stomach as if waiting for it to grow more.
Etheria leaned forward closing her eyes and placed a hand on each side of Mitzie’s stomach. As she did so, an emerald-green light emanated from Etheria’s hands.
“Darius, Grandson of Samael, King of Etherios, I greet you on behalf of your kingdom and loyal subjects,” she spoke softly.
Mitzie was too stunned to do or say anything. She was really starting to wonder just what was in that food she had at the benefit dinner.
Etheria kept her eyes closed while the light continued to come from her hands. It appeared to Mitzie that Etheria was having a silent conversation with the fetus. They sat like that for a moment longer until the baby gave a good kick.
Etheria opened her eyes, sat back, and the light disappeared. She chuckled at the stunned look on Mitzie’s face.
“My apologies, sister. Our king thought it rude of me to not acknowledge him.”
“I’m…” Mitzie started, “I am just unsure of this dream. I know you say it’s not one, but there is absolutely no way any of what you’re saying can be real. I still don’t know what happened, how I wound up here, and what’s going on!” Mitzie began fighting the urge to cry.
“Dear sister,” Etheria soothingly rubbed Mitzie’s arm and stomach at the same time. “I will tell you. I would ask that you please keep calm until I finish, and then I will answer any questions that you may have.”
“Alright. I don’t see as where I have much choice at this point” Mitzie said quietly.
Etheria giggled and sat back. With a flick of her wrist, suddenly the white room became a vibrant realm bursting with life and happiness.
“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.”
Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there.
"I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in a muffled voice.
“My parents are Roger and Cynthia Kingsley. I grew up in Denver, Colorado, and you’re telling me none of that’s true?” She asked looking at Etheria.
“Etheria smiled. “Yes, our Earthly parents are Roger and Cynthia Kingsley, and yes, everything that you’ve experienced thus far in your life has been true. Where the difference is, however, is that Earthly mother did not become pregnant with us through natural means,” Etheria explained.
Mitzie sharply turned her head to look at Etheria like she’d seen a ghost.
“Our people had been at peace for thousands of centuries after our father, excuse me, our kingdom father, King Samael, signed a peace treaty with species from the other realms, as did his father before him,” Etheria began.
“Wait, hold on,” Mitzie held up her hand to stop Etheria from speaking. “So, you’re saying we’re not on Earth right now?”
“No, dear sister. We are currently among the vast constellations in the galaxy of Etheron. This is where our kingdom lies. I am giving you a view of our kingdom of Etherios. We share a galaxy border to the right with the kingdom of Ervila.” She explained.
“Okay,” Mitzie held her hand to her mouth in thought. “How are you my twin sister?”
“I was wondering when you were going to ask that,” Etheria giggled.
“Father’s’ oldest and wisest diviner, Milvan, sensed unrest coming from the Ervila kingdom when their King’s son, Japheth, killed him to take control of their kingdom. It is well known throughout the galaxies that Japheth swore to undo all peace treaties made by his predecessors.”
Mitzie slowly nodded her head as if agreeing with Etheria’s words.
“Father knew it would only be a matter of time before Japheth attempted to overthrow other kingdoms to expand his own. Our kingdom mother, Queen Zawiya, was pregnant with us at the time,” Etheria continued.
Mitzie placed both of her hands on her hips and stared ahead trying to take in all that was being told to her. She then sat down so that she wouldn’t fall over from the information overload.
“Father was very protective of us, as it had been told that his seed would continue his bloodline and produce the next heir to the throne.
Milvan had foreseen our lineage being wiped out in a great intergalactic battle,” Etheria paused to give Mitzie time to understand.
“Go on,” Mitzie said looking at her.
“The only way to ensure that didn’t happen when Japheth waged war was to move the next line of royalty somewhere that Japheth could not easily find us.
Milvan searched across all galaxies for pure hearts in which to plant Father’s seeds that were currently growing in mother. The objective was to find someone that would nurture the seeds until our time came to return to Etherios and reclaim our kingdom.”
“So, that doesn’t explain what happened with you in mother’s womb,” Mitzie tilted her head waiting for Etheria to explain. This should be interesting to hear, Mitzie thought.
“Milvan found the Kingsley’s through his visions. They were a couple that were unable to conceive but had hearts that were pure. With father’s and mother’s approval, Milvan used his sorcery removed us from mother’s womb, made a visit to Earth one night as the Kingsley’s slept, and implanted us in Cynthia’s womb.”
“Huh,” Mitzie tutted. “You’ve got me intrigued to hear more.”
Etheria laughed as she leaned forward slightly to rub Mitzie’s stomach again. “Just as father suspected, Japheth waged war against Etherios. Father was fatally injured, and mother, in her despair, was unable to care for herself or the kingdom. A member of the royal family was required to nurse mother and oversee things.”
Mitzie cocked her head “I still don’t understand how you just seemed to disappear from mother…I mean, Cynthia’s womb,” she asked confused.
“With the queen being in her weakened state, Milvan had to bring one of us back. One of his visions had seen you being the one to carry the next King of Etherios, so I was chosen to return, and you were left on earth to fulfil the vision,” She explained. “Time between galaxies differs. Even though I was yet in Cynthia’s womb on Earth, by the time I returned to Etheron, I was the age of what would be 16 earth years,” Etheria continued to describe. Mitzie was at a loss for words as she stared at Etheria like she had two heads. “So, let me see if I understand all of this,” she tried to reason, “in this dream, I mean, this reality of yours, you and I are both Princesses of a deceased King who were sent to Earth as embryos to be hidden from a psychopathic tyrant who wants to destroy other kings and take over other galaxies, am I right so far?” she asked arching an eyebrow at Etheria. “You’ve got the basics so far, dear sister” Etheria entwined her fingers, and relaxed against the back o
Sleep came easy for her at that moment, and she did not recognize when Alford laid in bed with her, nor when he left the bed the next day. Mitzie quickly sat up as if she were jolted awake. Her stomach was growling, and the flutters coming from it were not as gentle as they’d been before. “Honey!” she called for Alford. “In the shower, my love. Be out in a moment,” he responded. Mitzie propped her legs under her, rested her elbows on her knees, and put her face in her hands. She had a dreamless sleep through the night but couldn’t get the dream that she’d had while she was unconscious out of her head. Her stomach made a louder growl, which Alford heard as he was exiting the bathroom. “Someone’s hungry, are they?” he chuckled as he dried his hair with the towel in his hand. “Ugh! I’m going to be careful with what I eat today, because I think last night’s meal was too rich for our son,” she said slightly taking her face out of her hands. “Our son, you say?” Alford asked cocking hi
“Nelacos? Sister? Are you there?” Mitzie squinted to open her eyes. The voice sounded familiar, like the woman Etheria from her dream the previous night. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. This is not the same place she’d been in her previous dream. This place was dark, very dark, and Mitzie could feel an evil that drenched the very fibers of the darkness. The only light was the brief flickers of what could have been candles. Mitzie realized she was sitting on a cold hard cobblestoned ground. Wherever she was looked to be some sort of medieval prison, as it was frosty and smelled of death. The thought that she could be in an actual dungeon somewhere sent chills down her spine and caused her to wrap her arms around herself. She tried to take a deep breath but wound-up choking due to the putrid odor. The smell was so bad she threw up a little of her breakfast at the repulsive scent. Who cares if she puked on this wretched floor in this forsaken chamber. She needed to figure out where sh
Mitzie felt like her feet were made of lead. She couldn’t move, barely felt like she could breathe, and was now scared out of her mind. Her breaths were extremely labored, and she knew this wasn’t good for her baby. “Don’t stress yourself or Darius. I am now activated to protect my wife and the next king of Etherios. Please have a seat so I can explain to you what is going on, and what we will need to do at this point,” he calmly encouraged. As hard as Mitzie tried, she could not move. She thought she was doing good to get the small breaths in that she was getting. She knew there was no way she could talk at this moment, yet her mind was moving at a rate faster than she could keep up. “Please, my love. Come, sit. There is much that I need to tell you so that we can protect our child and king,” he said in a soothing voice while patting the cushion on the seat next to him. “What in the entire fuck is going on, Alford?!” she somehow managed glare at him and yell. “Or is that even yo
“Who…who are the others?” Mitzie stuttered adjusting to where her ham and cracker snack sat on her legs that were elevated on the couch. “Our two honorary shareholders with Damos Corporation. Stanley and Maria, also known as Elshazar and Malshavez” he began. “That does not surprise me,” she responded. “I’d never met a driver that is as dedicated as Stanley, or…Elshazar… nor had I ever met someone as fiercely protective of children as Maria, or rather, Malshavez,” she spoke tapping her lips with her index finger. “Elshazar and Malshavez served alongside my parents when they were both killed in battle. I was a child at that time, so the story of me being an orphan is true,” Zara recounted with tears glistening in her eyes. “Fucking Japheth had taken over the Sulari kingdom and thought merging with their army would help him conquer Etherios,” she exclaimed, her countenance changing from mournful to murderous at mentioning Japheth. Her voice softened as she spoke again. “Elshazar and
Just then, Emma entered the office with a rolling tray of what smelled like pure deliciousness. As good as the aroma was coming from the cart, Mitzie’s appetite was not meeting the same enthusiasm as her nose. “Well, that explains why you’re always bowing to us, now,” Mitzie chuckled at Emma. Emma gasped while shooting a stunned glare at Alford. “She knows, Emma. You can relax,” Alford giggled. “Please see that the princess and the king eat, as we will be gone for a while. Trouble has brewed, and we’ve not much time,” he said with his face changing from playful to serious. He gave Mitzie one final glance as he and Zara departed the office. Mitzie sat staring at the empty doorway. What the hell is really going on with her? She knew she was awake, but she still felt as if she were in a dream that she was unable to wake up from. “Your Highness,” Emma spoke softly. “I can imagine that you are in shock right now, and you may not have much of an appetite, however, I would like to keep
She’d heard it said that women tend to marry men that are like their fathers. She had to admit, she certainly had. Alford displayed all the qualities that she saw her father to have. Roger was always patient and supportive of Mitzie, no matter how outlandish she could be. So was Alford. No matter what was going on in his life, Roger always made time for Mitzie. So does Alford. Roger was dedicated to working hard to be a provider for and protector of his family. Another characteristic of Alford’s that Mitzie admired. The list would go on and on, and Mitzie knew she hit the jackpot when Alford entered her life. Mitzie would never forget how nervous she was when she took Alford to meet her parents for the first time. Alford had been insistent that he believed in the old-fashioned way of seeking her father’s permission to date her. She’d dated men before, not a lot, but she’d had her share. They were all casual relationships, nothing serious enough to take home to her parents. Sure, she
The man’s voice startled her, and she gasped loudly as her eyes flew open to see who the voice belonged to. “Doctor Spandau! What are you doing here?” she asked, surprise thick in her voice. The man that was Mitzie’s Obstetrician chuckled as he stood in the doorway to her office leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. Mitzie took in his appearance and could see how he was a warrior. He was about the same height as Alford, and was built remarkably similar to Alford, only Dr. Spandau’s muscles were not as defined. After knowing that Marva and Dr. Spandau were married, Mitzie guessed him to be in his late sixties, also, however, he didn’t look any older than middle 40s. She didn’t know if it was simply good genes, or if it was because he trained regularly as a warrior. He had just a sprinkle of grey hair around the temples of his close cropped otherwise brown hair, and his crow’s feet only appeared when he smiled. Mitzie sat forward on the couch and tried to gather her tho