The path that leads to light and dark

King Adrian's POV.

"Adrian!" Calls, Felix.

Numerous of them are running towards us with their elements beside them.

"You tricked us!" I yell at the hospes. My anger is at its peak.

"Why would I?" She ask. "Why would I join the darkness to fight the darkness? I told you before, Adrian. I'm not your enemy." She finishes.

"Adrian we have no time to waste." Warns, Lucas hurriedly.

"I can help. I'll take the entrance direction while you fight the exit's." The hospes offer.

"Adrian, we need every help we can get right now. So, I think we need her." Lucas says.

"If I ever see you again, I'll cut off your stupid, stinking head." I threaten her when she's starting to leave.

She say back before rushing to the side that leads to my world. "When you see me again, you'd be bowing."

When? Not if?...she's brave.

Lucas voice calls me back. "Adrian go! Turn into gas and go."

"I can't just leave you guys." I argue.

"Ana is our main priority. When she's safe, you can call for backups." He yells.

The roars of the Harlow's are now filling the quiescent nature of the cave. They're just metres away from hitting us.

I nod at Lucas and turn into gas while making sure that Liliana's frame is gripped within my gassy form.

While the last of my solid frame is turning into gas, I feel an object prick through the side of my stomach, making fresh blood gush out heavily.

I groan loudly, almost letting Ana's frame fall with me but as soon as I manage to turn fully, I force myself to the extreme and bend the air's temperature surrounding me to hotness.

Extremely and scorchingly hot that they were able to melt every obstacle in our direction.

When I get outside, I made a mental connection to Lorenzo to act as a backup for Lucas, Felix, Ramon along with the rest of our men. He quickly notifies me that he's coming with Oliver with the help of Ramon's tracker men to take them here fastly.

Turning solid again, my weak frame carries Liliana's in a bridal style to the car. Since I haven't been supping energies for the past 2weeks, I no longer have much energies of my own to be able to heal quickly.

Alex rushes towards us from the camouflageable car and he helped Ana get inside into the back seat before I take the other backseat.

Since the car is invincible, the Harlow's couldn't see it when coming in. If not for that, they'd have attacked Alex.

Taking the invisible cars out was Alex's idea. He's smart when it comes to securing, especially things concerning the throne. He's awesome.

The engine roars to life and I feel myself zoning out. My blood gush out, spreading and soaking my body. Also, staining Ana's cloth.

My consciousness is reducing and last I feel, is Ana's frame resting against mine.

***

Liliana Roslyn's POV.

"My love." A faint and affectionate voice yet somewhat deep down, past the glamour, its toneless and malicious calls me.

"My love." They call me again and this time, I'm brought into a trance. I feel my frame, laying on the bed with the owner of the voice above me.

My weakened lids open to reveal the lucid face of the owner, whom is a man.

He wasn't just a man. He has this dark powers leaning on him, they release into the air an impurity and they smell as if they were his cologne.

The dark has built a permanent place in his dead heart yet he needed one. One which is me, the half-pure bender who might become the pure bender.

He wants me and I can see it clearly in his dark stares. The lust which he calls love that he has for me.

He's undoubtedly handsome. His existence calls for my soul. They yearn for me. He has an attractive, deep, lustrous raven-haired that form few strands, flopping down onto his forehead.

His body is tanned with a luscious warm-beige skin and at the left hefty pec of his down to his left shoulder and left arm is a black tattoo, whom composition, I don't understand.

But, I'm sure they have a meaning. He being shirtless, brings out lust in me. A lust he's feeling for me.

And that's it. We share only lust not love.

His flawless hand, brush past my forehead to my left cheek.

"You're becoming your past self. You're coming back to me. Pallas was a fool to think that when you cross the states, you'll remember and stay with Damon Adrian. No." It was firm.

"When you remember, you shall come back to me. You're mine. Mine and mine only. I'm your dark and you're my light. Together, we shall overcome all odds. You're mine."

My eyes find their way to meet his hungry stares. They mentally devour me. He seems familiar and one, I had once loved a very long time ago.

"Who are you?" I almost squeak.

"I am Frederick Harlow." He says benignantly and malignantly. "When you slip and fall into my darkness, you weaken the force that separates us and when a part of your body crosses the states, it makes give me the ability to connect with you. Now, I'm sure you've been reborn and I shall fight each and every one of them to get you. This path Pallas made you walk, only leads you to me, adding to my advantages. I'll come for you. For you're mine." He finishes.

"I'm yours." I say faintly as consciousness beams onto me.

***

I'm feeling a bit weak and woozy as I try to sit, halfway up from the bed when my consciousness awakens.

A familiar hand helps me sit up on the bed as I fully open my lids. White lights covers my vision at first before colours and interpretation of what my eye's accommodating reach my brain.

"Lucas." I say when I look up to see the owner's face.

He smiles down at me since his frame is on the taller spot, above me. "How're you feeling, Arden?" He ask with care.

"I missed you." I say and pull him into a hug. He doesn't delay before his hands walk up to my back, encrypting me. I take in his awesome cologne again and sigh in happiness.

"I shouldn't have left with her. I thought that..." I sigh. "Pallas knows things." While saying, we pull away.

"Pallas?" Surprised Lucas ask but wash it off. "Yeah. We know she knows things. What did she do to you?" Ask, Lucas. His eyes roam all around me. I can't lie, so I start to say.

"She...we..." My hands rub my head before they brush my hair back and hold them behind as if I want to dress them into a ponytail. "I...Lucas, I can't seem to...remember." I stutter. This baffles me.

"Damn it! She must have wipe it off your memory." Lucas says. Wait...she can do that? "Yeah, she can." Adds, Lucas. I would have rolled my eyes at him or hissed but this situation doesn't allow me to fight against him for invading my privacy.

Do this so called supernaturals, especially ones with the power of reading minds, know the word...Privacy? I don't think it's in their dictionary. Do supernaturals use dictionary? Well, I don't know.

"No, I don't think she did. I had this dream. It kind of feels real and..I think, it's the one tampering with my brain." I tell Lucas. I can't seem to remember the dream too and since Pallas isn't here, she can't be the one wiping off my memories. It would have been the dream. The blurry person in my dream.

"Hey, don't hurt yourself." Coos,Lucas. "You'll remember when it's time. Always remember, we're here to protect you from whatever it is."

"I know. I don't want that. What if one day, something happens in a way that it causes one of you guys to...you know?"

"Nothing is going to happen to us." Lucas calms.

"You don't know that. I want to be able to protect myself and not endangering you guys." I say back and put my legs down, off the bed. Lucas sits on the bedside table opposite me.

"That's why you're the chosen one. Never wanting to endanger others." Says Lucas in a riddling manner again. I can't deny the fact that I've missed the Mr. Guru of riddles part of him.

"Here." Lucas says and open the lid of a dish on top of the cabinet. Diffusion works faster. Before I could see it, I can see it wonderfulness.

It sweetens my taste buds just by the inhalation.

Taking out of the cupcakes, I moan and Lucas says while I take my second bite.

"I think, I'll need to excuse you."

Just before his hand get to the handle, I say truthfully.

"I'm sorry, Lucas."

He looks back at me with an hurtful expression and they cut me more than any physical dagger could. His hurt pierce me just like Adrian's. If a human could choose a bender as mate, I might have chosen Lucas as mine.

"Don't say sorry to me. I wasn't hurt at all. Say sorry to the one who's most affected."

"Where is he?" I ask. The obsession I have over the cupcake disappear immediately.

***

The room we entered, reframing that. The room that's made for Adrian and I, before I left is...dilapidated, tattered, and rubbished.

The walls has been ripped off its painting and mostly broken by the desk and furnitures that are thrown onto it. The curtains are torn with thick iced water because I can still see the wet substance of the ice on it.

The mirrors are broken, scattered all through the floor of the room. The cabinets and couches are upside down. The doors of the closet is wide open as cloths are scattered onto its floor. The floor is in mess.

Everything in the room currently is utterly the opposite of how it was before. On the bed which is the only neat and kept furniture in here is the weak and unconscious frame of Adrian.

He looks weak and vulnerable. A predator becoming a prey? He's asleep with a roughened bandage at the side of his stomach and thick, dry stains of blood are on them. The bandage looks dirty and should be change already.

"Is he going to be okay?" I whisper but sure enough for Lucas to hear. By now, I know few things about benders. Air benders are the only ones that can hear from afar.

"I don't know." Lucas says. His voice weak. "His body is too weak in such a way that his last energies are zapping through his body."

He dart his eyes to me. "You can't see them because of the sheets covering his body." He's true, the bedsheets covers the whole body of Adrian except his head. "They burn every treatment, entering his body which makes healing an impossibility. He's too weak, Ana."

Why do I feel like I caused his weakness? He's my captor. A captor, I wouldn't want dead or in pain. His pain is like mine.

"I'll leave you to him but be careful. You don't want him to burn you." Lucas advise and walk out.

Carefully and steadily, I walk closer to Adrian's weak frame. On the way, I pick up one of the scattered bedside table and sit by the be.

Looking at his frame continuously, my hands start to walk up to his face, forgetting the fact that he could burn me.

I needed answers. I needed to know if I cause this unfortunateness on him. Almost stealthily, I lay hands on the air, just above his face.

"Adrian." I call whisperingly.

Again, I call. "Adrian." To no avail.

The urge to touch him, feel him. Feel his warmness. His temperature hits me like a gust of whirlwind. I need to summon the courage and do this.

Jeez! He looks too adorable. His skin might not be glowing as they used to before but they are not in any less stunning. Maybe it's because he's weak. His hair are scattered all over his milky, silkily soft and tender face.

I should start from them. Slowly, I put down my hands near his face. Then, I wipe off the strands, pulling them from his face. I wipe a side to the left and the other, to the right. Now, he's even more handsome.

His hair seems longer than when we first met. Just as I turn my palm to the hind part of my hand, using my knuckles to brush his left cheek, his eyes snap open.

Scarily, followed by an hissing sound. Noticing that it's his body that's making this hissing sound, I realize that he's turning into air. More like a gassy form. His solidity is vanishing.

What the heck?!

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