One Week Later
“Be careful with those!” I told the man handling the centuries old books. Today, Cassiopeia was having the library packed up so the books would be ready to move and I was overseeing the guards doing the packing.
The dreaded planet move. SE had found a planet. Miranda. It was one of Uranus’ moons. It was forty kilometers smaller than Enceladus, which wasn’t bad, with similar temperatures. But it was really, really far away.
John told me the hardest parts about it would be moving our animals and the elderly. Our animals were acclimated to this atmosphere so it would be difficult for them to adapt to Miranda. For the elderly, the oldest Enceladians, they wouldn’t want to leave their planet.
I also realized it would be tough to move Caelum, who was another year older as of November second. He had missed his birthday.
“Princess, good to see you.” I turned and saw Dagfinn.
“Hi, it’s good to see you too.” Even though he just reminded me of the prophecy. Death or savior.
“How are your abilities coming along?” he asked in a much lower voice.
“Fine,” I said stiffly. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I just didn’t want any more reminders.
There were several guards boxing up the books. I knew there were more guards downstairs packing up our planet’s valuables. Things like paintings and the jewels in the vault.
“I do not mean to pry, Princess. Are you sure you are doing alright?”
Why does he get to talk to you like that? Who does he think he is?
I clenched my hands into fists. Bæt. That voice again. My father’s.
I thought about it. Who does he think he is? I could squish him in a second. I could suck the essence out of this seven hundred year old man and no one would miss him.
Just then, electricity shot out of my hands and fizzled out before it could hit the floor. I ran to the back of the library before my vision went dark. Instead of becoming The Destroyer, I opened my eyes to see my father.
I sighed heavily. It was becoming easy to not be afraid of him.
“So I see you have to leave your planet.”
“Can you fix it?”
“I have many, many abilities that you could only dream of Stacia. Shall we talk about what you were about to do to that old man?”
“No.” I turned my back to him.
“Your impulses are getting stronger. Harder to tame.” He said this in such a way that I had to accuse him.
“Are you doing this to me?” I asked angrily, my hands warming up.
“No, Stacia. It was just a matter of time. Your body is trying to become what it was meant for. It’s that simple. Just give in and we’ll have more time to rule the world.”
“You know what my answer will be.” I crossed my arms.
Suddenly he was right behind me, breathing down my neck. I jumped away.
“Teleportation,” he said. “That’s a fun one.”
“You can teleport?” I turned back to him.
“Among other things.”
“Like what?” I questioned.
“Some abilities are not unlike yours.”
He obviously didn’t want to give out this information so easily.
“Of course.” I also have telepathy, which is how I give you those messages, he said in my head. Even the other half of your DNA has telepathy. If only Enceladians weren’t so dumb.
It was freaky enough to hear his voice out loud but in my head, it was something else entirely. “Control of the elements?”
“I have atmokinesis; the ability to control the weather,” my father answered.
“What ability don’t you have?” I was getting tired of standing.
“There’s your throne.”
I should have known he could read my mind. I glared at him.
“I can raise the dead,” he whispered in a voice that made me shiver.
I looked up his seven foot frame to his eyes. “Alexander,” I whispered back.
He nodded, smiling. “I can bring him back, Stacia. I can help your dear brother be happy again.”
I was shaking my head before he finished speaking but it sounded so damn good. He could bring back Alexander. My brother would be happy again. “No . . .” I said so quietly I barely heard myself. But really, who was I to deny my brother his happiness? “I’d have to summon you,” I stated.
Then I thought about where I was. In the real world.
The Devil followed my thought change. “That old man is shaking you desperately. Trying to get you to wake up.” He was looking up like he saw it.
“What?” I exclaimed.
“Oh no, now your lovely Talia is there. You should go.”
I looked at him, really looked at him. “How do I summon you?”
“Amelia, please wake up.”
When I opened my eyes, I saw Talia. She, Dagfinn and a few guards were hovered over me. Worry laced Talia’s features. I sat up slowly. “I’m okay.”
“Amy . . .” She was worried. I felt the tone of her voice seep into my chest and settle. It made me feel terrible about what I was thinking about doing.
“Really, I’m alright.” I stood, brushing myself off.
Talia placed her hand on my elbow, comforting me.
“Princess,” Dagfinn started, “You were unconscious for thirty minutes. Dr. Jones is on his way.”
“No, no. He doesn’t need to come. I’m perfectly fine.”
After Dr. Jones looked me over for another half hour, Talia and I went to get lunch.
“You saw him, didn’t you?” she asked in a hushed voice.
I simply nodded.
“Amelia.” She stopped. “Maybe there’s some way you can resist him. Resist seeing him.”
She wanted to believe it so badly, I almost did believe it. But in the end, I knew there wasn’t. There was no escaping what I would become.