Abandoned (Born From Shadows #2)
Chapter Sixty-Four

The King looked more intimidating than any man Tatianna had ever seen. Not because he was large or muscular, but because he had a crown on his head and a legion of Elves to back up his dark twisted soul.

Just seeing him there made all the past memories flow through her mind like lava pouring from a volcano, slow and burning to touch. Everything she had tried to repress resurfaced. The cold nights on the floor, the starvation, the thirst, her innocence that was ripped away.

They both stared at each other, he was shocked to see her walk through the doors, that she could gather.

“Leave,” his first words dripped from his cursed mouth. Tatianna did not move.

“Everyone out! I need to talk to my wife,” he spat filled with venom. Nice to see you too, she thought. His head looks delicious, whispered another voice in her head. She was yet to be accustomed to the second conscious tied to her own, but Nylif’s presence was a comfort. Even if the wolf was a bit too ferocious.

The guards scrambled out of the room at their King’s command leaving just the two of them to conduct their staring contest.

“You killed my mother,” the young King said with rage. Panic went through her, but she didn’t let it show. He had no proof. The old Queen was practically dead when she found her anyway, she put her out of her misery.

“I did not,” she lied.

“Then who did? A fairy?” he sarcastically commented.

“An assassin,” she replied mixing in the truth.

“I should have you executed,” he stated ignoring her previous statement. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Then why haven’t you?”

The king sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Perhaps I should call back the guards.”

“Look, I don’t like you. I hate you. But I am your wife, and I know the Elves are traditional people. Killing me would reflect very badly on you, and news flash, your people don’t like you very much already. Do you want a revolution?”

“What I want is for you to leave. We are nothing to each other,” he replied.

“Cast me out? What’s stopping me from taking the Kingdom as my own? I do have a claim to the throne. Or, we can do this nicely instead of having a civil war when actual war is outside the gate. Coronate me, make me the rightful Queen, and I will not create a revolution and you get to keep your pretty throne,” she proposed.

“I defiantly think I should kill you for what you did to my mother.”

“Do you have proof? No, because that wasn’t me. And I am sure the King killing the Queen would cause a revolution on its own, especially as it is because of unjustifiable reasons.”

The King’s eyes narrowed. “Last time you were here I couldn’t get you to speak, now you can’t seem to shut up.”

“I am merely showing you the situation you are in,” she said with a wicked smile. Never had she felt so powerful, never had she felt such confidence to talk down to the king of the Elves.

“I will hold a coronation. But if you ever disrespect me or go against me, I will hold a public execution. Revolution or not,” he agreed.

“Good, I will be getting ready. You don’t mind my wolf staying do you husband?” she taunted him.

“Get out of my fucken sight, bitch,” he swore.

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Just like the day she was married, the city streets were swarming with Elves. The King was standing under that big ancient tree whilst there was a path for her to walk up. She went down through the crowd’s path, guards on all sides. Tatianna wore a flowing golden dress that contrasted against her tanned skin. Her caramel hair was loose and flowing with the light breeze. Nylif paced beside Tatianna with her head prideful.

In the corner of her eyes, something sparkling in the sun caught her attention. She looked and saw the wings of two Fae males, both confident, both their eyes meeting her own. She could see the shock and the questions on Tyrion’s face, no doubt about her trip to the Dark Lands. Kaycion’s face was emotionless as always, staring down at her without indicating what ran through his pretty head. A part of her was relieved that Tyrion was ok, however, she didn’t dwell on it. Their relationship was purely just a mutual business interaction, and Kaycion? She felt nothing for him, at least that’s what she told herself.

Tatianna walked up the few steps to the King who greeted her with the deepest scornful eyes and the brightest fake smile. She kneeled down in front of him on the wooden platform.

The crown’s heavy weight pressed down against the top of her head.

“I King Darvey Hark name you Queen of Lyracris and Queen of the Elves, may your reign be ever lasting. All hail Queen Tatianna Fiducia,” he announced trying to hold in his emotional thoughts. She smiled and rose from the floor, turning towards the crowd. Most called back, “All hail Queen Tatianna Fiducia.”

However, there was another muttering. A chant in Elven’s tongue crawled through the crowd like a snake. “Dé nar eyraka. Dé nar o cayvak. Dé lat vi lé bayka.”

Tatianna looked around not knowing what was going on, she turned to the King who was frozen in shock.

“My grace, we should go,” said one of the guards in worry.

“Eli fal dyra fesine lé levarsa. Eli fal dyra fesine lé morta,” they chanted. A guard grabbed onto her arm and she didn’t fight him as she was escorted back through the path towards the palace. She heard the faint growl that came through Nylif’s teeth but her ears were focused on the strange chant.

“What’s going on?” she yelled through the shouting. Then there was a scream. Tatianna covered her ears and turned to see a male had stabbed himself in the chest. Chaos erupted through the crowd as males and females began to wield their Kaddeian blades. Not on others, but on themselves.

“Morta, barrato fal Elfir imortak col ve,” one yelled. The guards frantically tried to stop the bloodshed whilst simultaneously escorting the King and Queen away from the carnage. Tatianna understood one of the words, and from that, she could get a general understanding of what the Elves were implying. They would rather die than be ruled by an Elfir, or at least that was her interpretation.

The red only stopped flowing once there were no more Elves to chant. The street’s grass floors were now stained in Elven blood, the liquid soaked into the dirt where it would rest for eternity. Tatianna let out a sigh once under the confinements of the palace doors, for once too distracted to grimace at the sight of all the dismembered heads across its gates.

“What the fuck!” she yelled to the King. “Was that your doing?”

“Why would I tell a bunch of people to kill themselves!” he yelled back at me.

“Because you’re deranged,” she said as if it were obvious.

“My King…the chant,” one of the guards said interrupting the two’s small argument.

“I know, I know,” the king replied with a wave of his hand.

“You know what it means-”

“Everyone leave. Including you, especially you,” he said pointing at Tatianna. The king made his way to the throne whilst Tatianna walked out of the main room quickly finding the guard who was speaking before.

“Guard!” she called out.

The male turned around, “yes my Queen?” That was something she had to get used to, but for now, her mind was on much more important matters.

“The chant. What did it mean?” she asked without hesitation.

“I-I don’t… I can’t tell you,” he stuttered.

“Please do not hide things from me. Tell me what it means,” she repeated trying to stay calm despite the events that just occurred. Whatever it was, the Elves had decided it was worth killing themselves for.

“It’s words from a prophecy,” he finally answered.

She felt taken back. “Elves don’t believe in that stuff about the gods, fate or Lilyean’s path. Why would you care about a prophecy?”

“Because it wasn’t a human who said it. It’s um, complicated, but the prophet was from an ancient bloodline that is nigh extinct now. It was spoken before the war, long ago when the humans first arrived.”

“What’s so important about it? What was it about?” she asked filled with curiosity. The Elf looked at the floor for a second contemplating his next words.

“You,” he replied. “It was about you.”

She thought for a moment, only one more question in her head for him to answer. “And this prophecy. What did it say?”

He took a deep breath and replied.

“A day of darkness,

A day of reckoning,

A day where all will fall.

In the centre she will lie,

In the centre she will die.

A sacrifice or a plot

In the end it matters not.

Though many will dare - even she

Will fight her psyche.

But the statue will pour in sweat.

Out of the black blood of dread,

Will rise the necessity of evil.

Drown your spirit

For it is futile,

Drown the rivers,

for she will arrive.

With one born from shadows,

all is ended.”

The end

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