Found My Fallen Queen (Book 2)

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15 Aszurya

Soaking…

I’m soaking wet because of him.

Because he wanted me and I did nothing to stop him.

I told myself I wouldn’t let my body take over. I told myself that I would think before letting him touch me. But he caught me off guard like he always does.

He always catches me off guard. It doesn’t matter how much distance I put between the two of us. He always ends up in my thoughts. And I always end up in his arms.

This time I ended up under him. I felt all of him. It was like there was nothing between us. And I’m glad he ended it before we took it too far. He’s engaged and I’m not stable at all. This entire realm could rearrange itself just from us not thinking straight. We came too close tonight.

Staring up at the night sky, I slam my fist into the wet ground and groan. Something splashes in the water drawing my attention to the pond I’m lying next to. A familiar blue-tinged face rises out of the water with bleach white hair. Her pointy teeth give away her species along with her eyes and webbed fingers.

“You summoned me, Aszurya?”

I sit up and turn so I am facing the nymph. Nodding my head in affirmation, the nymph pulls her torso out of the water so she is closer to me. The water dripping off of her doesn’t even affect me. That’s how out of it I am.

“I did…”

“You seem skinny and full of hatred. You have to let go of all the hate.”

“But it’s so easy to hate.”

“It’s just as easy to love.”

“Not in a place full of hate.”

“That’s the best place to love. It makes it even stronger and more worthwhile.”

I let the doubt I feel seep into my face as I watch Anphibia. She blinks her long white eyelashes before breaking out into a beautiful smile. I can’t help myself but think about how I would fuck with a nymph if they weren’t such weird creatures. I’m all for exotic and strange but I just can’t handle nymphs.

“Ann, I need you to do me a favour.”

“Anything for you.”

“There is someone I am trying to train who has a water centre. As you know, I have a fire centre, which makes it hard for me to teach him about his energy, chakra, and what all of that has to do with his centre.”

“So, you want me to help train him. I’ll do it, just for you, Aszurya. When do you want me to start?”

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll summon you when we’re ready.”

Anphibia smiles a gracious yet pointy smile before submerging herself in water. I stand up and shove my hands into my pockets before walking back into my cottage. To my surprise, King is standing up in front of the front door staring off to the side. My hearts begin to speed up as he turns around and rakes my body with his eyes, setting it on fire. My body is still warm from having him on top of me despite the chill that was in the air.

“I’m going to head back home.”

“Yeah, you should probably do that.”

He nods his head and walks through the door. I sigh a few seconds after his heartbeat begins to fade from my ears. I hadn’t even noticed that I was holding my breath. It just happened. Shaking my head, I walk upstairs to take a shower and then head off to bed. I need to be up early tomorrow so I can plan what I need to do with King. It’s going to be a long day.

***

I’ve been up for hours now thinking about my training. Thinking of what my father put me through and how I can shape it into practice for King. We have opposite centres. His is less dangerous than mine and easier to handle. I trained 20 hours a day 6 days a week and it was hell.

I know he’s desperate but I can’t put him through such harsh conditions for training. His body wouldn’t be able to handle it. It’s too human to handle Siethen methods. I need to find a way to unlock his full potential.

Sighing, I stand up and walk outside into the field of flowers. I said I would help him with his stamina and control but if he doesn’t unlock his powers soon, his efforts will go to waste. I can’t let that happen. I could work on stamina today before summoning Ann. Have him run laps around the field and pond. It would slowly build up with time and practice. If I start off practice and end it like so, it could become routine for him. It is how my father forced me to train.

I’ve been up for hours now thinking about my training. Thinking of what my father put me through and how I can shape it into practice for King. We have opposite centres. His is less dangerous than mine and easier to handle. I trained 20 hours a day 6 days a week and it was hell.

I know he’s desperate but I can’t put him through such harsh conditions for training. His body wouldn’t be able to handle it. It’s too human to handle Siethen methods. I need to find a way to unlock his full potential.

Sighing, I stand up and walk outside into the field of flowers. I said I would help him with his stamina and control but if he doesn’t unlock his powers soon, his efforts will go to waste. I can’t let that happen. I could work on stamina today before summoning Ann. Have him run laps around the field and pond. It would slowly build up with time and practice. If I start off practice and end it like so, it could become routine for him. It is how my father forced me to train.

Well, I suppose it’s decided. I can plan more when King is training with my friendly nymph. Maybe the time they train will help me figure out his strong points. And then I can work from there.

“Hey.”

I turn around to find King standing a few feet away from me, wearing a tee and some sweatpants. He looks very tired and lazy; I like the way it looks. No. I should not be liking his adorable messy hair, his lazy eyes, watching me closely. I bite down hard on my lip. I can’t do this again.

“Hey. Are you ready?”

“To bleed? Not really but it’s whatever.”

His voice. The sound of it. I swallow hard and squeeze my fists against the wave of desire rolling through my core. I must be dreaming because there is no way he can get me like this. I’m already under his control. Azazel, I need to stop this now.

“What’s wrong? You stiffened when I said that.”

“Nothing. I’m fine. Just… go run 5 laps and try not to take any breaks.”

“Is this my warm-up?”

I nod my head and wave him off like nothing is bothering me. I’ve never been attracted to things other girls liked. I was always interested in a guy’s battle skill. None have ever met my standard but that’s not important.

When I served my time in the academy, I never paid attention to others. I just wanted to impress my father. I wanted to be praised for my excellent work but I never received what I worked for. All I got was a look of disapproval.

Now as I watch King run, I realize how stupid I was… am. I wasn’t a normal girl. Maybe, if I had actually looked at the boys in the Academy I would be able to push King from my mind. Well, now it is time to learn and move on.

I take a seat amidst the flowers I am named after and watch the man who tore me apart as he jogs along the field. At least he knows how to reserve his energy by slowing down his pace. When this was done at school, most of my classmates broke off in a sprint expecting to not become overworked after the first lap. I was the only one able to fully make it around the obstacle course in a short time during my first trial. I had the standard and from that day on I was hated for it. But hate didn’t affect me. Nothing did.

King finishes two laps without stopping completely before stopping in front of me and pulling off his shirt to expose his tan skin. Sweat drips down the ridges of the toned muscular plane of his abdomen. I blink and lower my eyes, trying not to make my attraction so obvious. Except, my gaze stops at the waistband of his sweats.

My mouth becomes dry at the sight of his vee line. With my gaze, I trace my way down to the bulge of his pants. His sweet nakedness crashes over my mind like a heavy wave made of his salty nectar, leaving me in a haze of slow memories and feelings I’ll never experience again. Shaking my head, I break away and stare at the cluster of roses by my hand.

“Tired already?”

“Kind of. Honestly, all I want to do is lie down with my head on your lap and sleep with my arms around your waist. But, I know, you won’t let me.”

I look up at him startled by his honesty. I didn’t think we were on that level of honesty right now but I guess that’s what’s on his mind. His strong muscular shoulders shrug with nonchalance before his long legs casually saunter away. I watch, awestruck, as King breaks into a jog as if nothing happened. Was I the only one who felt seduced? I suppose I am going crazy once more. It takes a while before my hearts begins to calm down.

It’s still pretty early when King finishes his laps and I wouldn’t want to bother Ann if she’s not awake. I guess, I can see what his human organization has done for him, training-wise. I wonder if they know how to properly deceive an opponent.

“What’s next, boss woman?”

I manage a small smile before looking towards the East.

“I want to see what you know about one on one combat.”

“Um, I’m not a fan of hitting girls,” King says, timidly. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes and begin to shift my weight from leg to leg.

“As much as I appreciate the respect you have for women and believe men should worship the women in their lives, I also find that statement to be ignorant. It has lost its meaning over the years and though you may not have meant it this way,” I say holding my hand up to stop him from interrupting.

“You are implying you are weak. That phrase was used in a sense of abuse not combat. It is okay for you to defend yourself. That is why most chivalrous men are quick to lose in a battle against a female. As for our current situation, you are being given permission to attack me but on another occasion, I would just hit you back twice as hard.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I take a step back and gesture for King to get into his fighting stance.

“In Siethen combat, there is something called a resting stance. A person is not always going to be attacking or defending themselves. This is where that rest stance comes into play. I want you to show me yours.”

As soon as I finish my statement I make a clone and position myself behind him. His eyes cannot trace my movements but something tells me that once he reaches his potential I won’t be able to get away with much around him.

I shake my head, examining his stance from both views. It’s so obvious which side is dominant. Any trained personnel could figure out his weak points just from his stance alone. Deciding to be nice, I take a step back and roundhouse kick King in the side, sending him flying across my property. Taking back the clone into my body, I look for his energy flow to make sure he’s not dead.

“What- what the hell?”

“You are right-handed but you suffered an injury to your left side since we last met making you cautious. Am I right or not?”

King looks to the side, his face contorting in pain. I’m right but something is bothering him. I walk around his legs and squat down in front of him, resting my fingers beneath his chin. Slowly, I direct his attention to me but his eyes are still hurt.

“Late last year I was injured during a mission. It left me momentarily paralyzed but I managed to get back moving. It still hurts at times, though.”

I nod my head trying to accept just his words but I find my curiosity overpowering. Using a stronger seeing gyen, I look at his body thoroughly. Most of his body looks fine through this lens so I go to a deeper level of sight. And that’s when I see something wrong.

This… this can’t be.

A permanent paralysis gyen…?

I draw back away from King, releasing the gyen I used to see his injuries. As I look at his face, bloodlines slip down from his eyes and mouth as his hand reaches up to cup my cheek.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice is fragile in my ears. So fragile I have to pull away from him. What’s going on? I didn’t hurt him that badly… did I? I blink rapidly and stumble back until I am sitting on the grass, shocked at what I saw. Suddenly, King is holding me, watching my face with concern as his lips move, whispering words which don’t reach my ears. I swallow hard and try to hold back my tears as I place my hands gently on his chest and provide some much-needed space.

“I’m fine, King.”

“Are you sure? You just started freaking out all of a sudden. Did you sleep alright?”

I nod my head but avoid eye contact. Everything I just saw keeps on replaying in my head, making the urge to cry even stronger. Breathing hard, I stand up with some assistance from King. Once we are up, I try to manoeuvre his body into a proper resting stance before explaining my tactics.

“When you stand like this, your opponent is less likely to figure out your strengths and weaknesses. This and utilizing both hands equally during a fight confuses an opponent as to your dominant hand.”

As I speak, I draw my left leg back and place my right side forward in my trained resting stance.

“Aren’t you right-handed?”

I smile, slightly impressed with how quickly he has caught on to the way of resting. “When I write, yes. But I was trained to utilize both hands equally in a battle. Though I will admit to you, my left side is more favoured.”

“So, you throw the opponent off by placing your ‘dominant’ side in front. That is the way of the resting stance, right?”

I nod my head, glad to know he is catching on so quickly. For the next hour or so, I explain to King the simple aspects of resting, defending, and active movements in a fight. He is quick to catch on to the strategies instilled in me by my father. By the time the sun rises, I am confident about how quickly King will excel. I just wish his potential wasn’t so buried underneath the human half of him.

He would have been fine had his mother left him in this realm. I doubt she would be as hated since the bond between the protectors would not have been broken. Though, I’m sure that would lead to him trying to obtain more information on the other side of his history.

Even so, I’m sure that still would have been easier to deal with.

Oh well, I suppose what’s done is done.

By 10 o’clock, I let King take a short break as I walk around the cottage to summon Ann. She arises through the surface of the pond looking quite ready to train. I nod my head to her as she approaches me and says her good morning. Before I can even turn around, I detect his movements coming closer to Ann and I. The nymph senses it too. She begins to bounce on the balls of her webbed feet, excited to meet another Siethen. Well, unfortunately for her this half breed isn’t very fond of the ‘magical’ side of him.

As soon as King comes into view, I gesture for him to come towards where we are standing. After quick introductions, I let Ann do the explaining and walk over to the back door. I take a seat in the doorway and fiddle with my long heavy hair. It desperately needs cutting but I’m too lazy to have my mom do it.

Sighing heavily, I try to keep my mind from rolling back to previous events. Right now, I need to figure out a way to train King properly. Which also means speaking with people I don’t actually like. Rolling my eyes, I try to relax my mind and body before getting on with my other tasks.

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