Chapter 5 Acquaintances

King Damon Adrian's POV...In media...

New characters in media... Note that.

#Muah...

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I ran back to my study room after sending myself an errand. While standing, I face the opened glassy window's direction, obviously staring at the outside view but obliviously staring at nothing.

I'm in a trance state right now, a lucid dream!

There's a swooshing sound of bent-air enclosing my head as the cloud encloses the earth.

The small air surrounding my head was retrieved from the stairway-The official room.

An air consisting of a super feminine scent of warm floral jasmine, freesia and rose with sprinkled strawberry vanilla.

My thoughts are trapped in the not-so-long event that took place at the official room.

"Its the past playing its trick on me!". I convinced myself for the billionth time.

How could it be? It isn't possible, right?

Just as my soul feels ache in asking this questions, it also feels a throbbing pain in answering it.

As the scent vanishes concurrently getting filled by my own body's cologne. I can feel loneliness creeping into me instantaneously.

I feel unexplainable anxiety of maybe... Rage... Or Affection.

Now I know what's causing my instability.

Three minds owning one body are in a disagreement. Surely the body wouldn't balance.

Bivatar doesn't want to know Liliana more...

My monster want to know her yet want to not. He on the other side, himself is unstable...

Myself want to know her more...

We all are having quarrel... But still we accept her scent. We see it as an oxygen that can only make us survive, like inhaling it can make us win all odds.

Like its healing our hole-The most dreadful hole that's wickedly planted inside us.

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The door flings open abruptly and a loud thud is heard. It broke colossally onto the floor.

A scent of cinnamon, grapefruit with mint citrus and a faint floral jasmine smell. Infuse my nostrils as the owner stomps in roughly.

The hazel eye of mine glows gold with white freckle on the lens as I turn to raise my gaze across the study table and onto Lucas' frame.

His posture is menacing, cold hearted and blooded. His monster is ready to play on the outside, I could smell it presence. He's pissed and palm-twitchingly mad, but still I didn't worry in any ounce of what might cause his sudden chider attitude towards me.

All I care for is the remains of Liliana's scent getting infused by the air and evaporating into its thin particles, caused by the involuntarily jerking of my body as I unintentionally release her scent by reflexes.

As Lucas walk towards me with a threatening crystal blue orb with dot of white on it.

The clouds darkens with a rumbling sound of rage. Rains started forming.

The clicks of his shoe creaks on the broken fragments of the once wooden door of the room.

I alerted my already raging monster.

Even though, I know not why he's angry at me. Still he must learn his lessons.

He should know my position is not to be disrespected.

My emotions are controlling me... To say the truth. I wasn't angry because he stomps in. Even we've fought many times.

... Being that my 'head and ears' are behaving awkwardly to that human girl, makes me get angrier.

I'm inflicting my anger on Lucas.

My monster roar but I caution him. If he's to have his way, then no matter how powerful a water bender can be, even Lucas. The head of them all, wouldn't have made his first move before his head will roll down his shoulder, down to the ground and with a bashed brain.

"Where is she?" Ask tautly, the fierce Lucas, slamming his fist on the table.

Now he's done for. How dare he care for my emit?

I own her! Her everything! She's mine and mine only!

No! No! No!... This is not me, absolutely not me. I guess its because of my current inadequate sleeping.

"Don't you fucking read my mind! Do you think that I didn't know that you secretly read my mind to find out about her. I just didn't expect you to hurt her this way." Snap Lucas as I try to read his mind, causing me to take a few steps back involuntarily as he cut me off, mentally in an carl way.

He slammed the mental barrier door of his mind on me harshly. If not for my immense powers, I might not get well for weeks and that's if I'm on a continuous intake of tainted.

Lucas knows me too well! He fucking knows my capabilities, yet he's making me angry!

I wanted to know why Lucas has an affection for my emit but he pushed me out... Definitely he's hiding something from me.

I was about to hover over the table and make Lucas learn his lessons while he stop the froze water sword that he's bent already.

He's smart. I'd give him that credit.

A reckless stomping of the clicks of sneakers walk into the room.

Andrew Felix backwardly breakdance into the room. On turning he speak in a stylish Newzlid dialect.

"Yo, bro!"

He slides his headphones over to his neck as he gasp on seeing the terror that fills the room while he avoid stepping on the fragments as he walk towards his quarreling brothers.

"Excuse me, what's happening?" He waved, tucking his head into his torso lightly and almost humorously.

Just before Lucas rush off the room. "I went there!" I indirectly informed.

Lucas halt and shows an expression of comprehension as his face soften.

He did his normal routine that gets me jealous and rush off the room, certainly to my private room.

Liliana Roslyn's POV.

3195... (On the fifth birthday of Liliana when they were ambushed.)

"You are dead already!" A manly disembodied voice admitted threateningly to a small group of humans that are lined up serially while kneeling on a stony, gravelled ground with drenched blood on their weary faces.

A wobbly adult male voice, from the group beamed out from others sea of agonizing cries as he pleaded for their poor lives.

"Please, we are innocent. We meant no offence. We were... Just... Afraid. Please have mercy. Forgive!"

"Yeah, you were afraid!" The half-panoplist bender said with a glowing green orb. He tilted his head in gesturalness to one of the other guards which in turn evoke more panicking cries to fill the air as the captured humans tremble unveiledly.

The guard eddied an air rotationally that surmounted the humans, holding them cringingly.

"You've all peed in your pants... You know?" He mocked.

The guards burst out laughing hysterically as they surrounded the bonfire and soon went full silence just from a glare thrown at them.

The bender continued his speech as he face the humans after scolding his coterie.

"We only help those who wanted our help. Those who would bow for their new eternal king. Make the aim of becoming the perfect slave their destiny has craved for them just to serve us."

He motioned his hand constrictively and maintained a firm grip just across his torso while the earth corresponded to his command by releasing a croaky sound that shook the whole perimeter.

"Now... If you are truly innocent..." His glowing brown eye glowed more, shooting hell tons of hatred glare at the rebels. Then dilated his legs apart, seepingly scraping his left leg on the ground.

"Then why decide it is best to run away when you could have succumb and preserve your lives?" Earth seemed liquidise under his commandment. A lifethreatening sound erupted suddenly followed by a crack in earth in which a fragmentary rock separate itself from earth just like its bender willed.

"Why failed your masters?"

On rhymical flattening of his palm, he muscularly shoved them with a heavy grunt above his head while his leg bash the earth extraordinarily and a rumbling earthquakelike sound erupt as the fragmentary rock hover from earth and moved to mid-air toward the rebels.

Accolades filled the junior guards facial expression as they watch with amusement while wailing roars of cries escaped the rebels mouth, trying to free themselves from a hield grip of air that hold them back.

"Go meet your cockless ancestors, bitches...

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Present day...

My body feel scorch like a wildfire as I jolt up from a bed. My eye snap open just to shut back almost in half of a jiffy second by the penetrating ray of light that fills the room.

I reflexively facepalm before opening my eye again. Tears blur my accommodation and I used my sleeve to cleanse them. Fluttering for some seconds, a lucid view gradually appear.

The luxuriancy my gaze meet with agape my mouth. Its too much for a human to own. Apparently, we own nothing.

"I'm I still dreaming?" I thought to myself. It felt so real yet something tells me its just an imagination. An imagination that'll soon fade. Deep down in me, I pray I don't ever get out of this room. Its what any human would ever wish for nowadays.

My skin's soak in sweat as well as the soft as a silk, master bed I'm on.

My hands quickly clench, holding the drapery, ivory silk and velvet bedsheet firmly as if... If I don't hold onto it. I'm going to return back to that dreadful night, which I just had a terrible dream about as I relive the dream.

I tuck some strand of my hair to the back of my ears while a sweat from my jaw drip down onto my thigh.

I was about to admire the wondrous room, in case if its an imagination that'll soon fade. At least... I'd know that I once stayed in a luxuriance room.

A familiar, modulationally voice of whom I don't ever in my life want to see, after just waking up from a bad dream to a good one. Its like going back from bad to good to bad.

His voice sounding to my ears makes my heart pick up a pace.

His voice are like blood that brutally just stained my mood that are like a lily. The combination are bad, absolutely not meant for each other.

"I hate them too!" He said.

I'm quite sure that if my organs could just grow legs and move on their own accord. They'd have done so since a long time ago.

I tilt my head slowly to the voice's direction and my body tremble uncontrollably in anticipation of what the callous, cold-hearted commander Lucas frame looks like.

I know I'm not scared of death but still... I've never seen any of the commanders or the king before.

During our time at the academy, the rules forbid us from seeing any of the commanders or the king unless its the referendarius day.

Mrs Rogue often used this as a threat to frighten us. She'd say; 'The day you meet eye to eye with your superiors is your doomed day'.

Now! I'm one on one with the commander callous. I'm sure he must have helped me escaped death by hair's breadth from Mrs Rogue cruelty just to kill me himself.

My gaze is locked on the Europe ruler's frame. A deep blue eye that's almost a duplicate of mine, which I almost got hypnotized with. A well parted to the right, full curly dark blonde hair, tiny neatly thin chin beard that exclude the jaw and a sand neutral undertone skin that brings out an elegant features.

Biceps and hefty muscles unveiled themselves under his plain green vintage-y short sleeves.

Smell of cinnamon, grapefruit and mint citrus that activated my olfactory lobe impulses as they diffuse in and a faint smell that my human nose couldn't root out.

Actually how I know about a man's cologne?... Let's just call it a talent.

Oh, cruel heavens! Why me!

According to the... the...

"Shit Ana." A disappointed voice talks in my head.

I've failed two simple principle that I can't quite remember their numbered position.

Well... I've never listened to their stupid lectures.

All I can gather is one principle says something about : never to stare any bender in the eye. I literally remember that because I've been beaten a lot in always failing to adhere to it.

Another says something about: answering questions asked by your authorizer immediately unless you are ordered not to, which I woefully failed too.

I sharply lower my gaze after mentally smacking myself to not over think things again. My neck crunch a little like it has been in one position for what seem like a century years.

"I don't un..." My throat itch like hell and my voice box felt like it has been crushed.

Commander Lucas bent a water into a cup, partially filling it. He then moved it towards me paranormally.

The cup afloat to my direction, dangling a little as it float ups and downs mid-air.

I hesitantly pick the cup from air and unhesitantly gulp it down recklessly that some drip down onto my body.

"I don't understand what you meant, commander Lucas." I said lowly as soon I capture back my voice.

Actually something new about commander Lucas cools my nerve down. He seems like he's not going to kill or hurt me. Not now, I guess. So I thought I should play 'nice girl' along.

"Put your shit together, Ana! Never trust him. He's the callous brother of the king. Don't ever let your guard down!" The terrorism part of me resurface.

"Yeah, never let your guard down." He leans forward on the armchair and whisper. "Its dangerous."

He stand on his feet and said. "My little arden is always sharp."

Did he... Commander Lucas just read my mind? Like for real, fucking read my mind!

For an answer, commander Lucas made a satisfactory wink at me and then walk over to lean on the white side table by the bed.

A artwork of smirk paint his gorgeous face. He straighten his position on the table before leaning on it again.

"I thought you might be hungry, so I ordered a breakfast for you. It will soon be ready."

Sweet words kind of sounds horrible in his mouth. I'm sure he's not used to addressing a human gently. Figured out, that why he's given a bad reputational name.

Fuck! I've failed again. Can't I just not over think and just concentrate.

He scoffed. "You're jocular when over thinking things. Even your talents are worth smiling on!"

Talent! Did he also invade my privacy when I said man's col...

Commander Lucas voice snap me back to reality. Again I failed the one simple task of not over thinking.

"Get ready by ten o'clock, sharp. The bathroom is there." He pointed to a door I'ven't noticed since. "Clean yourself up, and about clothing... You'd be given, also try to finish your food when you're served because I don't wanna hear your rumbling stomach screaming 'I want food' to my ears."

He walked over to the door which automatically opened for him. "Your gentle self is boring. I like the fierce one. That's why I named you arden." He said, rooting in his hands into his pockets.

"Bitch man!" I whisper after the door closes by itself again.

"Right choice of words, I knew you couldn't keep my arden for so long before she'll resurface." An unknown voice said inside my head.

I flinch on the bed almost hitting my head on the headboard. I quickly check around me and to my surprise no one is in here.

Oh! Goodness! strange places with Strange happenings.

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"How are you? Ma'am!" A calm, feminine sotto voice startle me and I scream in return.

When my brain tap sense, I physically smack my head, remembering that the door opens and closes automatically, which means she must have entered without needing to knock.

Getting down the bed, I quickly made a sharp, stupid smile trying to be nice at the fine features that's holding a steel, wheel tray of serving dish.

These bender has a good taste. I must recommend that, they know a good choice of choosing beauty. Even their prisoners are no less.

My thoughts quickly flash back to the beast woman. Ignoring more over thinking, I answered the shocked lady.

"Hey!"

She has a golden warm undertone skin, that is sharpened with a neatly fixed asymmetrical lob hair. Her curvy frame clings to the seductive feline fine mock neck bodysuit of a tiger skin top and a black skirt rhyming with a polished black leather ankle boot. A white glove on her hand, probably to maintain neatness.

She smiled back at me which I'm grateful for. I've never been so close to another human before without one or two benders, standing in the distance watching us.

"Where would you want me to lay your breakfast?" She asked politely.

I replied her with uncertainty. "Actually, I don't know. Maybe... Um where would you prefer?"

She smirk which I'm utterly happy for. She's not like the other humans that act dorky.

"I'd prefer that table." She pointed to a white side table at the other side of the bed on which a bed lamp lies.

"You are a worry-saver." I said.

She walk over to the table right after nodding her head in agreement, then lay down the food.

"Enjoy your food, ma'am."

"please, don't call me that." I quickly replied her.

"What would you prefer me to call you, then?" We both smile at her cunning way of mimicking my words with hers.

"I'm Liliana Roslyn, for short. Ana."

She pause for a while before talking.

"Heck, no! I'm gonna stylishly abbreviate your just as stunning as you are name to... Lil. I kind of liked that."

My cheeks are burning a scarlet blush which I childishly covered with facepalm.

She is about to walk out the room when she glance over her shoulder at my direction. "My name's Anne. I helped change your clothes. In case you haven't noticed, the one you wore at the academy torn."

"Its king Adrian's shirt." She said when I sniff the cloth while a familiar scent hit my nostril accompanied by a faint smell of my bit dried sweat.

What?! King... The real king?!

What the fucking hell is happening?!

Why would I be wearing the... Devil's cloth?!

I swear if I had another cloth. I would have torn this shirt into pieces and then burn it to ashes!

"You are stupid, Ana! How could you not have known that... That this isn't your own clothes. I even used the king's cloth to cleanse my tears and commander Lucas didn't even say anything! He must have knew about it. Feeble-minded!!!" My terrorism voice snap.

"Its almost ten, and you haven't eaten not to mention bathe." The same voice that once ring in my head speaks again.

"Commander Lucas?" I mumble, trying to find out the owner's voice.

"Hurry up, little arden."

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After a while of diving into the food that contains; Bacon, egg and cheese sandwich as I open the lid, and a soft drink coupled with it.

I decided to park the deserted plate on the table and then focused on my surroundings.

Starting from the white walls with dark inset, dark hardwood floors, a white accents, consisting of; side tables by the bed and a drawer placed on the right that fascinate the room. A monochromatic master bed that's warm, cosy and sexy. A sheered wall is behind the bed.

A custom upholstery and drapery in ivory silk and velvet bedsheet.

Glass beaded wall paper on the ceiling that's translucent enough for rays to fill the room but... "What about during summer? Won't the harsh weather hurt?...

"Bathe!"

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Anne and I has made a great acquaintance of each other after she brought me a dress that I think is too much luxuriant for a slave to wear.

"Commander Lucas selected it." She said.

She also pack my breakfast plate and help me in reaching the slave's dress code of the kingdom as wanted by its authorizers.

Our little intimacy didn't last for long because of a impetuous golden-eyed bender who scared the shit out of us with his ruthless attitude as he harshly command Anne to go back to the slave quarters, and ran me inhumanly to the outside world.

His furious-self didn't let me admire much of nature except for the radiating globe in the sky that's surrounded by the sunny cloud, beaming onto my skin before he manhandle and pull me into the backseat of a ash BMV whose model, I couldn't root out, right after which he closes the car door of a tainted glass car-window.

I staggeringly ramble onto the seat beside commander Lucas who seem unaffected by his guard roughing up his slave as I almost hit my frame against his.

I quickly adjusted my frame as my rate of respiration increases. There are two SUVs each afront and behind us. I lightly swallow a lump as the car start to rush off after apologizing.

"My apologize, commander Lucas." I said, bit irritatedly.

Their ilk are cheaters and assholes. Shouldn't he be the one apologizing for his stupid driver, throwing me into the car like a paper thrown into a dustbin.

Commander Lucas tilt his head to my direction and said. "I don't think we are assholes." He pause to pickup a thick pinkish liquid which he sip gently and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "We are quite its opposite."

I mentally curse myself for forgetting that commander Lucas can mysteriously read my mind.

"Little arden, what's your name?" He asked.

Oh! What am I to say?

Hi, sire! Commander Bitch, my name's Liliana Roslyn.

Better still...

Liliana Roslyn at your service, stupid commander.

"Liliana Roslyn." He mumble as he put down the empty cup.

Would he stop reading my thoughts. I need privacy!

"You are the one forcing me to read your thoughts. You could have just voiced out."

Oh! Please! Bitc...

"Liliana!" He snap lightly as he furrowed his brows in response to my stubbornness.