The Emperor of Ice
Book 1: The Chaser of the Heir
Chapter 1: It’s Time
Christopher Hunter sighed as he heard the fourth bell of the day ring. It was every student’s favorite time of the school day: Lunch. Mrs. Ash continued droning on about pre-algebra not seeming to realize that there were only two students left in the room.
He sighed and looked at his best friend and cousin Celia Moon, “Neither of them know that this might be the last time they are really going to interact with others do they, Lia ?” He questioned pitying those who within this month would lose everything or gain everything.
She gave him the same withering look that he was so used to. “You know we can’t do anything Chris.” She said with a sigh. “It’s against the law for us to tell anyone about wolves, mages and, sirens. He nodded, and got up to follow her out of the room.
He couldn’t help but think about his life, it was so different the other people his own age. For one he was descended from a long line of werewolves. He had been born a werewolf. Unlike in myths werewolves are not created but born. If all of their ancestors were wolves then it was written in stone that their descendants would be wolves as well.
Then there were the sirens. Evil creatures who ruled in their victims with cruel beauty and cold melodic voices. Christopher knew that once upon a time the wolves, mages and sirens were allies though he have absolutely no clue about what made them turn. Some of the species would decide they wanted to live normal lives and leave the world of magic to live as humans. Those who did were never the same. They lost a part of themselves. A wonderful and magical part that gave them life and excitement. They became a shadow of their former selves.
The Royal’s still had a claim on their children however, as there is one simple fact every member knows- our blood will never cease to exist. The blood always carries. So when the descendants of these people are sixteen in the month of January, any day, they would take us away to their Ivy Hall we would study how to become one of their own their and live their while still going to school. At the end of the year they would make the choice, to stay and become a warrior or to remain human.
He felt Celia’s hand slide into his. “What if it’s today?” she asked in a small voice, fear was evident in her bright amber eyes. Christopher brushed a few copper curls away from her face.
He smiled at her. ”Then today we’ll find a completely different world.” Celia was like his little sister in every way and he loved her for it. They had been best friends since they were two years old and had never gone through even a single fight. They even lived in the same mansion in Aura Hills, LA. “Come on let’s go. You know that Ace will tell us if it’s today.” Another thing about this world is that they send a few representatives to every school in which one of their kind lives to observe us till the day all the wolves had to leave. Their current representatives were Svetlana Valentine, Daphne Archer, and Ace Wolf.
As they walked to the lunch hall he felt the stares of the representatives as usual. From the beginning of the year they had been staring at Celia, his other friend Caleb, his enemy Matt, and him. Though he was well aware of the fact that only Celia and he knew what we really were. As Chris and Celia sat down at the table he immediately turned to their table.
First he looked at Daphne Archer, she was 3rd in line for the throne. Daphne had sun-kissed skin along with illuminant dark blue eyes that resembled his own greatly, which made sense seeing as they were second cousins. Her hair was black like his but while his was a mix of black and brown hers was the darkest type of black you could ever see, it was dyed with streaks of green up until the tips that ended mid-back on her short and slim body.
Ace Wolf, was 10th in line. He had honey blond hair that he painfully styled every morning so that it would look perfect, with dark brown eyes. He was tall, almost 6’7 and was skinny. But not the scrawny skinny he had wiry muscle’s that you could see whenever he moves. His skin was fair but with the slightest shadow of a tan, like he went to the beach a few years ago but hadn’t got rid of the tan.
Though the most beautiful by far was Svetlana, with her long and thick midnight black waves, if you concentrated you could see mahogany streaks that reached her mid-back. She had the most beautiful eyes that were so dark green that if you didn’t pay attention they looked black. Her skin was the exact color of snow, she was remarkably tall and slim with sharp angular facial features. But she was also very important. She was the crown princess and niece of Queen Viktoria. She would one day take the crown and all the pressure and burdens that come with it.
He couldn’t help but pity her for more reasons than one. Her fate was set in stone before she was even born. She didn’t get any say in her future. There would only be one result her sitting on a throne with a crown on her head.
She was constantly being followed as a bodyguards. Not that anyone other than Celia, the representatives, and himself. It was the type of thing you only noticed if, like the representatives who hunted sirens and were always on alert. Or like Celia and him knew we would have to do it for a year.
Sounds like a real treat doesn’t it?
He quickly sat next to Celeste and greeted her along with Caleb, Jon and Cress. Chris made a face at the cafeterias sloppy and thoroughly pathetic attempt at mac and cheese. He quickly turned to Celeste (twin no. 1) “Did the food somehow get worse than last week?” Cress (twin no. 2) heard him and grinned,
“Didn’t you hear? They’re trying to control us through their terrible food” He closed his eyes with a sigh and waited for Jon’s reply and thank you all things holy, Celia grinned at him almost as if she could hear his mental sarcasm.
“For the last time Cressandra” he said emphasizing her name. As usual Cress immediately scowled at him.
“It’s Cress.” She said to him. He couldn’t hear his response because he was distracted. He could have sworn that he heard someone coming to the table. But people rarely came to their table. The nerds rarely got up from there corner table to interact with other people. Matt and his crew would never be spotted with average people like them. I felt like snorting. My family was 3rd in the line of power. His was just another family that left the Empire because they allied themselves with sirens, and then decided that they wanted nothing to do with the Empire (another name for the magical world). There were other average people, yes but they were always intimidated of Celia and him for their fierce devotion to their friends.
And maybe because, they both broke a bully’s nose after he tried to tease Cole. Hey, don’t blame us! He was sure any friend would do the same.
So therefore there was only one group left.
Sure enough when she whispered in his ear, He recognized her sweet and melodic voice. She only said two words “It’s time.” The words echoed through his mind. It’s time. It’s time. He could feel his friend’s stares of concern, but he could also feel Celia’s stare of questioning, understanding, fear, and hope all mixed together. Questioning for whether she said what she thought, understanding for realizing why he looked so terrified, fear for the fact that this would be the real last time they both would interact with their human friends, and hope for a new start, a new world, and countless possibilities.
He knew this for the fact that Celia and him knew each other so well we could know what the other was thinking just by looking at each other’s facial expressions. “What was that about?” Celeste asked her voice was practically coated with jealousy. “Why was that idiotic popular, rich girl talking to you? I always hated her. She’s such a brat. I bet those two only stick around her for the money.” Christopher sent her a sharp look. Celia quickly stopped him from saying anything he would regret later by talking to Caleb.
“Hey, Caleb your parents are coming over to our house later today. They told us,” she said gesturing to herself and him “to call you over.” Caleb quickly nodded his head,
“I’d love to!” he said with a smile. “Who else will be there?” Celia gave him a nervous look.”
She attempted to sound casual, “Oh you know, Chris, you, my parents, Chris’s parents, Matt and his parents, Svetlana, Daphne, and Ace.” She said this trying her best to smile and look nonchalant. But of course the result was anything but.
Celeste looked as if she wanted to go over to their table and murder them. I never understand why she acted that way. It’s not as if they were married. “Why in the world are Svetlana, Daphne, Ace, and Matt coming.”
Celia gave her an award winning smile, before saying “All of our parents are old family friends.” Yeah real great friends! He thought sarcastically. It’s not as if Matt’s parents used to wish that their parents were dead. Thank god everyone else seemed to believe her and looked away talking about the next football game in a few weeks. Christopher sent Celia a relieved look. She responded with a similar look. He looked at all of his friends slowly drinking in all of their features, trying to etch them into his memories. He was going to remember them, he promised myself. He would never forget, even if he stayed in LA but never saw them, if he left never to come back, or if he came back as a mindless zombie.
He looked across the room, and met Daphne’s gaze, she gave him a small smile. She looked at him sadly, and nodded in the direction of his friends. He understood her message: Spend time with them. He didn’t know if he was ever going to back and if he did go back, who knows what he was going to be like? He might hate them, or would not even notice them, he could get depressed or killed himself, and there were endless possibilities.
The rest of the day seemed to go by very slowly, as if someone had made time slow down so he could enjoy his last day as a human, as a regular student. He listened to his English teacher drone on about the play Julius Caesar. He listened to her reciting Mark Anthony’s speech,
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
That was so very true, if someone did an act of evil they would forever be condemned, no matter what good they did as well.
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
“There was absolutely nothing wrong with being ambitious, ambition makes you successful”, He muttered to Celia. She glared at him for a fleeting moment before hissing,
“Shut up you idiot. Listen to her.” He rolled my eyes but obeyed.
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
“For god’s sake we understand.” He complained “He was an honourable man. An honourable man who killed his best friend. Yes, a real inspiration.” He heard Celeste snicker from behind him, and Celia glare at her.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
“Then how the heck is he giving this speech?” He muttered.
And I must pause till it come back to me.
He tore a piece of paper out of his notebook and scrawled a quick message to Celia in his messy scrawl:Why is she so proud of that? –Chris. He folded the paper up and threw the paper airplane. He was aiming for her desk but due to his incredible luck, yeah right, it landed in her hair. Ace raised his eyebrows at him from across the room. He looked away from Celia’s glare and looked up again when he saw Ace place a paper on his desk, He smiled at him and opened the note. Because she’s a very proud idiot okay! Now focus or else we are going to be in trouble for the rest of the year. We are already going to struggle with the training and everything. –Celia
He handed the note to Ace who glanced at it curiously. He had an amused expression on his face when he read it and he whipped out a pen wrote something and gave the paper back to Christopher. He looked at it closely.We give all of our recruits the answers to test papers to memorize, their already busy enough, so you don’t need to worry. –Ace
He could not help but smile, He would never have to study again. At least for a year. He told himself, he would not stay. He thought his brain understood that he was lying to himself. He longed for freedom and to run free. He couldn’t stay chained to this world that was so plain and normal. But at the same time he couldn’t leave his parents. His father gave up his whole life’s purpose because he had to marry his mother, He wouldn’t, and no he couldn’t do the exact opposite of his choice.
Though at the same time he could see himself free fighting for those who he loved, being free without having to worry about school, college, jobs or money, He would have his own path, his own story, his own destiny. He would be free. Christopher smiled at the thought. Free. Without responsibilities or pressure. He would be a warrior, a soldier, a wolf. He could change the history books by slaying the enemies of his kind. He could bring honor to his family name.
He thought of his mother with her dark waves and caramel eyes. She was so innocent. She didn’t know of her in-laws, sons, and what used to be husband’s world. His father had never wanted to leave the world of war but he was forced to after his maternal grandparents found out about this dangerous life. They threated his father saying that if he didn’t marry their daughter they would tell the world. He knew that all of the Court, wolves and mages alike, respected his decision. They still sent him on short missions and he still has his powers though he only uses them on missions, in front of others who know, or with Christopher.
He knew for that reason he was always impatient with his mother, He couldn’t really blame him. Christopher knew he had been deeply in love with Celia’s mother. A little while after he found out about his mom, his father told him that Celia’s dad was his mom’s brother and Mrs. Moon (who never changed her name or her daughters) had been in the same dilemma as him.
He couldn’t help but feel bad for the two adults who loved each other but were ripped away from each other. He also knew that when their spouses died they would both be allowed to re-enter the world of the Courts. Somehow when he was thinking about all of this the whole period passed by. It was time to go home and face his father. He could already picture the look of pride and happiness on his face when he found out that Christopher was now entering the dangerous world of my ancestors. For a second he amused myself with the thought of his English teacher, who spoke with a ghastly Scottish accent, wielding a blade and teaching young wolves and mages. He snickered and Celia sent his a glare.
“What’s got the beautiful princess in a mood?” He asked his friend. She sent him a look clearly stating that she was seconds away from disemboweling him.
“You should be enjoying this. It’ll never be the same after this.” she lowered her voice, “everything will change.” I laughed and threw an arm around her shoulders,
“Why does everyone always go on and on about how everything will change. We’ll still be the same people wolf, mage, human, even freaking siren! We will still be Chris and Lia.” But deep inside, he agreed with her. And by the look from his dearest and sweet, yeah right, best friend she clearly believed him. (Note: extreme sarcasm) “Come let’s go home.” She tightly gripped his hand and they both walked out the school. Caleb was right behind them and they all fell into our familiar banter, they kept up the act until they stopped in front of the Hunter/Moon house. Calling it a house was an understatement. It was a mansion. The walls were elegantly white, there were four floors and a large pool. Before anyone could get to the mahogany door however there was a large garden with all types of flowers and plants. He glanced at Caleb’s parent’s car and saw Matt’s limo pull into the driveway.
He opened the door only to see the sad and yet proud face of his dad. He said only two words “It’s time?”
Christopher nodded at him “It’s time.
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