A Broken Promise


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I wake to someone shaking me violently. I open my eyes a bit and find Wyatt's gaze meet mine.

"Wake up you useless pig," Wyatt yells as he kicks me in the stomach.

"Is that any way to greet your cousin?" I ask sarcastically before I cough up some more blood.

"He's here…and they brought help," Wyatt continues as if I said nothing.

He disappears beyond the door and a deathly silence flows. What did e mean by "he " came and who is the "help"?

Soon, four wren interrupt my thoughts and circle around me. One comes in with a bat of some sort. I know oh too well about what is to come. They plan to beat me till I reach unconsciousness. They begin to beat me and there is nothing that I can do to protect my vital organs.

Everything begins to blur and I almost reach unconsciousness till I hear the voice that I haven't heard in a long time.

"Arkarian!" Is all I hear and then everything goes black…


I run through the castle as fast as my legs can carry me. Along with me are Lord Penbarin and Lady Arabella. It would have been much easier if we could have used our wings, but the barrier didn't allow it.

I once again yell my son's name in hopes that I will get a response.


"My Lord. What will we do when we find Lathenia's son?" Penbarin asks me.

I remain silent and let that be that. I hear him sigh from behind me, but he keeps his mouth and thoughts quiet.

We continue to run till a door opens and we halt.

"Who are you?" I demand.

He walks into the hall, but says nothing.

"Who are you?" I ask angrily. "Where is my son?"

He looks up and I immediately know whom he is.

This man, this vile creature who stole my son in an attempt to steal one of the Guard's healers for himself… this man who is my nephew, my sister's son…is him…the man that I trained for three hundred years. I should have known that he is her son. How could I be so careless?

"My name is Wyatt and your son is near death. Being in the past in his mortal body for so long…it surprises me that he has made it this long without succumbing to death. He really is your son alright…" Wyatt laughs evilly.

"Arabella…Penbarin…leave now…find Arkarian and take him home," I order.

Penbarin uses his wings and disappears, but Lady Arabella stays by my side.

"Arabella, go," I say through gritted teeth.

"Not without you," she replies stubbornly.

"Leave, before I make you," I order as I look into her eyes and wonder for the millionth time about how I am able to remain genderless for so long.

I quickly look away and meet the gaze of my enemy.

"I will ask once more. Where is my son?" I demand as Arabella uses her wings and joins Penbarin in their search for Arkarian.

"He's good and well. Don't worry. But he won't remain well if you don't do as I say," Wyatt replies.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Isabel," He answers nonchalantly.

"You do know that she is Arkarian's soul mate, don't you?" I ask.

"Don't patronize me! I want her as my queen. And I can take care of the soul mate thing. You will erase her memory. You've done it before. This shall be no different. After you erase her memory, you will bring her to me and I will give you Arkarian," Wyatt replies.

"I will do no such thing! And you know that Arkarian is already in Athens in a healing room right now!" I exclaim knowing full well that Arabella and Penbarin have found Arkarian and have taken him home. It was all apart of the plan.

"What do you mean?" Wyatt asks shocked.

"We had it planned from the beginning. I already knew that you existed. I already knew about how jealous you get. You hated Arkarian from the moment you met him. He is the pride of the Guard. My son. Not only was he my prime apprentice, but he found his soul mate and saved her, but you weren't so fortunate. Your soul mate died as well. In the past and in almost the same conditions. But you didn't call her name in time. She crossed the bridge and you were left alone. Also, Isabel is a striking resemblance in appearance and skills. Both healers and both have brown eyes. When you saw her on the mission to save Arkarian's mother when she was six years old, you thought she was your Adeline. You had to make my son pay for having everything you wanted, but in the end, you lost…" I explain.

By now, Wyatt has collapsed and is on his hands and knees.

"You won't stop me! I'll make her mine!" Wyatt screams as I use my powers to send him to Athens to be questioned.

"How could you take my son away?" I hear a voice from behind me whisper.

I turn and find my sister.

"Lathenia. I thought you would be in the Underworld," I say calmly.

"Shut up! Where is my son?" She yells furiously.

"Away from you," I whisper as I transport myself back to Athens and into the healing room where my son is being healed in.


I wake to the sound of someone's sweet voice whispering my name.

"Arkarian? Arkarian? Can you hear me?"

I open my eyes and my violet eyes meet warm brown ones.


"How do you feel?" She asks.

I sit up in my bed as best I can.

"Much better now that you are here," I reply as I pull Isabel into a long awaited kiss. It feels like many blissful hours, maybe even years, pass by before we break apart.

"Where is Wyatt?" I ask as I catch my breath.

Isabel leans into me and I wrap my arms around her slender form.

"He is being questioned and then he will be sentenced to death," Isabel whispers.

"How are you?" I ask.

"Fine. Next time, don't go alone. Promise me," Isabel says softly.

"I promise," I say with the full intent on never breaking another promise to her again.

The End

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