Chapter 30

THIRD PERSON POV

All preparation for the wedding had been put well into place.

It was a bohemian wedding to be precise.

Bright colors everywhere to instill the witches' day of celebration, wedding, and Bliss.

The wedding took place in Legolas' art gallery. A simple place for one like this. It was supposed to be plain but the witches had other ideas. They had spread rainbow-colored ribbons and banners of all kind. Some of the walls and blocking the paintings on the walls.

For the first time, the witches showed their nature-loving sides and flowers and green shrubs were placed in vases across the room. Five at each corner. Dandelions and red roses signify innocence turning into maturity but perhaps it had a hidden message, a tainted one.

Bohemian wedding style is best known for flower crowns, oversized bouquets, and mismatched bridesmaid dresses.

It was just that. Diana was dressed in a bright pink gown and a rosette adorning her head. It was made from beautiful vanilla and toned her bright dress down.

Her bridesmaids, a four-group witches of personal witches who recently lacked the source and the effect of black magic was physically marring their appearance. For the beautiful occasion, they plastered their faces with Makeup. It didn't make them look any better, in fact, they looked like drag queens. Scary ones. They all wore pink gowns although not as magnificent as Diana's whose gown was adorned with precious stones and glitter making her the center of attraction to all eyes and flowed down the floor, mopping it. Each step making the gown sweep the ground and twirl like a dancing ballerina.

Legolas himself was dressed to impress. A Royal regalia. A clean-cut Ruby red jacket with badges at the breast area. Black pants that reached knee level and with outstanding Gators. The iron worked impressively. A pair of black covered shoes. It was polished radiantly to bring out the night sky with a dim moon. It was like looking at the sky through a lake.

"Do you take this...lady as your "Rue" to be bonded by life and subject to nature?" The elders asked speaking in a creeping tone that echoed back.

"I do," Legolas stated and smiled at Diana.

"Do you..."

"I do!" Diana literally screamed in joy, irritating Meshach.

"Bind the symbol of your love together." The elders commanded.

A vine was brought in a golden bowl with a bunch of red grapes. The vine was dried, dark green and almost Leather-like in feel and rough at touch. Being the husband, it was given to Legolas. Legolas took out the vine and bound his hands with them. His wife followed, a tad slow since she was new to the faeblood tradition or wedding.

The fruits were crushed by Meshach and the juice splattered in the golden bowl.

Strange writings inscribed on the bowl shimmered and the couple with their bound hands took turns to consume the sweet liquid in the cup.

"Now hold your hands," Shadrach ordered with his fellow elders nodding in response.

The couple did as they were told and slowly the vines turned green suddenly, intertwining their hands together and soon began to flourish, with the same grapes they just consumed sprouting on it. It was breathtaking and simply beautiful.

"We now pronounce you Rue and Rae."

"Good!" Someone said in a firm voice deviating everyone's attention from the bride and groom to the speaker.

"Vampire!" Someone snarled and brought out a dagger. The jewel on the hint glinting furious red.

The vampire known to be the shepherd and possibly the last of her kind seemed unmoved by this and walked towards the new couple.

All faebloods knew the plan but awaited Legolas' signal.

The faeblood who could not resist the urge to draw his sword moved closer to Avery warning her not to take a damn step forward.

"This is not your battle!" Avery warned him, her eyes crimson and glowing.

This did not scare the man. At least, he did not show it. He, however, kept his distance.

"I've come for Legolas. The harbinger of bad luck and brings of destruction of all kinds."

Everyone made a show of silence but under that cover, they were prepared to attack. No one was trusting a vampire.

"You speak Heresy child!" An elder chastised.

"You know want is heretic? How you're serving this...lowlife, monster and murderer."

The room gave a gasp to the pureblood's accusationInOn normal circumstances, her head would be demanded but this was no small matter.

The elders whispered something amongst themselves and turned to Avery.

"Speak Vampire."

"No!" Avery retorted, "I'll show you."

Avery turned to where she had just came from and there was someone in fact two. No! Sapphire like jewels floated in the darkness like they were lined on a thread. She brought a handful.

Kalim was the first to come out of the shadows, into the light.

The elders seemed shocked realizing Kalim was with the enemy.

"You?" Meshach quizzed, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Legolas here is the monster who killed my mother, A Ravaii." Kalim accused.

Silence followed. No one dared mentioned those sacred names. It brought a fire that could not be quenched or put out. No one had mentioned that name since well forever. The younger faebloods wondered what was going on. They probably hadn't heard the name.

"Shut up!" Legolas interrupted."They lie. A halfbreed saying his mother is a faeborn, A vampire who we know eliminated the Ravaii to get rid of the curse placed on them. Are we really this gullible?"

AVERY'S POV

He had gotten to them. He had them wrapped around his finger like puppets and they were taking it in. Everything!

My flock was ready. Faebloods were dangerous and my little experience with them had taught me enough to always be prepared.

Henry was not here at the time. He had planned a mental attack. If the faebloods think we were less, they would think they had the battle secure and would win.

He was there lurking in the shadows.

The swords were drawn out and the room turned to a disco ball with different shades of color spreading around the room and on us.

My fangs retracted and the glow in my eyes returned, making. my eyesight ten times better than Average. It was a battle and we were ready.

Kalim was busy, however. He was starting at the bride, the witch.

Their eyes locked for a moment like in a trance. I noticed the skull bulging in his pants as he continued whatever he had up his sleeve.

"Stop it!" The witch suddenly yelled and broke the vines on her hands. She dropped the floor and placed her hands to her head, screaming hysterically.

"What are you doing?" Legolas demanded.

The witch's cry continued and soon blood began to run down her nose and eyes. This apparently angered some witches and they turned on Kalim activating their magic. I didn't take long before they joined their sister on the floor, walking just as hysterically.

"Confess your crimes and we will let her go."

I highly doubted it. Kalim was way over his head. Someone like Legolas was not going to confess easily and for a woman.

"Attack them!" Legolas commanded but no one took his words into action. It was almost like they were doubting Legolas.

All eyes were on Kalim including the miracle he was performing.

"You see, he does not love you. He just as bad!" Kalim sang into Diana's head.

The woman stopped screaming. Kalim had stopped whatever he was doing.

The witch stood up and slapped Legolas in the face.

"You betrayed me! After everything I did for you! All the people I killed!"

That was a slip-up. The crowd shuddered at the mention of what the witch just uttered.

The woman wanted to talk more but Legolas drove his sword into her abdomen.

"You bitch!" Was his only statement to the shocked and impaled witch.

Witches and faebloods stared the leader they once looked up to. He was a monster in their eyes now.

The witch hugged him tightly while invoking a spell..her blood spilled to the floor from the opening in her stomach and back, painting the wooden flooring.

"You will never find peace." Her eyes went frozen almost immediately locked to Legolas' unforgiving face.

"What have you done?" The elders demanded.

I didn't think the battle would end so easy. I expected a battle and one with colossal damage.

Orvinus had ended it all for us.

"You caused it. Your religious and righteous ways." Legolas accused.

"These..." He pointed to us, "were prophesied to be the fall of faebloods rule. I wanted to stop that Madness for us. I did all those evil for us."

The elders were silent for almost a minute.

"You have disappointed your kind Legolas! You were never king! You were just a bench warmer and misused your authority. We strip off your regality and declare you guilty of unholy atrocities.

We won!

Legolas burst into a psychotic laugh. One that could make a child cringe and sounded like it came with something sinister.

"Wrong!" I noticed that mad look in his eyes. The one of ambition and power.

I still have supporters among my people. We don't need elders, there will always be faeblood competent enough for the task."

If his words made me cringe, then the ancients had to be afraid.

What in the world was wrong with him? I examined the face of the crowd and among them, I could make put some with the same look, insanity.

"Kalim, we have to fight."

I willed my flock to come to the open and Kalim brought out the skull.

"Kill them all!" Legolas boomed.

This was a confrontation and could as well be our last...