The Son of King Filgri
“Please!” he shouted but the hands, swirling with magic, pushed and smashed him onto the hard floor. The hands then grab him and held on tight as he’s pulled into the silver gate. “No! I need to go back!” Another flash of magic and he’s down. But his magic remind swirling; blue, red, purple.
The hands lock the gate at the same time holding him down still. His piercing blue eyes flew open and his hand grab the gate. “Please! Please! Ahki!” One of his hand reach out to me, his magic sweeping around it. “Please!”
One of the hands went to the gate, a golden magic touch the silver gate that contained him and it’s gold spread throughout the silver. It electrified as it touches my little brother’s body and hands that are making contact with the gate. Yet he doesn’t back away.
“Ahki, please! If nothing else, for the Bond!”
After years of isolation from us, brother dear, you dare speak of the Bond? My hand reach and caress his cheek.
“Please,” he snatched and hold my hand. “Ahki, please. The moon’s reddening. Please, save her. She’s in labor.”
“Oh my dear little brother Filgri,” I said as his eyes tears up. “What have you done?” He says nothing as his tears roll down. With my other hand, I wiped them for him. “You went and love a human. Now she’s - “
“Please, Ahki!” he shouted as he clutch onto my hands tightly. “Please…. save her. He’s going to kill her.”
“Oh?” I stared into his eyes, memories he shared with the human woman reflecting off of them. He showed me every full moon they shared, the first couple to the last couple. “Unlike us, he gets stronger every full moon?”
“Save her,” was all he said, gasping from the tears and for air, tired from the struggle from Earth to Bethea. I let go of his face. “Please, Ahki. For the Bond.”
“You won’t even get to see her,” I reasoned. “Your punishment is for four thousand years.”
“I don’t care,” he said. “I promised to never hurt her.”
My eyes are still on my little brother, once a powerful Betheain King of the Bethea land, now a fool in love… with a weak human. I turned away and opened the portal to Earth.
“Follow my scent!” he shouted.
I don’t say or do anything to acknowledge that I heard him. I already know. And he’s putting the family’s Bond on this weak human as well. How far did you fall down, my little brother?
King Filgri, unlike me, was born with the power to rule; the magic of blue, red, and purple. His was so strong that he killed our mother. I stood there, watching his magic poisoning everyone. Our father took him to the throne and set him there. He’s been sitting in that throne since. Every Betheains have magic, but his are beyond anyone’s account. He was the prophecy to be feared, yet I was born first. I was the breaker, the control, for my little brother. If he ever step out of line, I was to make sure he’s put down. King Fligri was one to always break the laws and rules, and I was always the one to scold him. Then he finally went and slip into an Earth portal, falling onto the dying world, poisoned by its own inhibitors, little by little.
It was there and then that he found and fell in love with a human woman. He’s been hiding since. But I found him. He’s now to be punished, yet he’s using his last freedom of request for a family Bond, a bond of family calling for help. He’s calling for help to save her, he’s calling her family. How disgraceful, dear brother.
When I arrive at the cave, the one reeking of his stench, blue, red, purple magics were swirling everywhere; inside and sweeping out of the cave. A quick scan, and I am sad to lose a member of our family that I have never met in the family that only seem to be decreasing since our mother’s death. His beloved is dead.
But the magic… it’s telling its own story. A story of nonsense, yet intriguing.
I step into the cave and found human blood staining the floor, the caving walls, the long ceiling leading to a dead end. At that end wall, there’s a rock. On top of that rock, a bundle of something. As I walk closer, it moved then stilled, then moved only to still again. I tower it and lend in. A pair of hands and arms wrapped around the bundle. I recognized the blue, red, and purple bracelet made of Betheain’s clothing on one of the hand’s wrist.
What a pity, my brother, even in her last breath, she held onto your darling. Human’s are so weak, they can’t see that this bundle will be the end of them. I am sure King Filgri explained to her, yet she chose to protect the bundle. Arrogant and persistent.
The bundle moved a little. I waved my hand, purple magic surrounded the bundle and flip the end of the cover. A little male body was inside of it, all bloody and pale. Lifeless.
I kept my eyes on him. Can two unlike creatures create a living being?
His eyelids twitched. His hand clenched. But then he’s still again. That’s when I realized it, the blue, red, purple magics were being released by the bundle every time he moves. What a powerful, but fragile being.
Suddenly his eyes opened; pupil dilated because of the shone of my magic, piercing blue color like his father’s. A blue magic appeared and darker my purple as it also flipped the cover back on top of him. He snuggled into the bundle then was stilled again.
It seems like, my dear brother, you have a son that is as smart as you are. Your beloved is gone. Your son has taken her just as you have our mother. He’s layering a protection barrier, can you believe it? He’s using the magic given to him to protect himself. What a marvelous creation you’ve made. What a dangerous creature you’ve created.
I can hear the almighty King’s cries from all the way down on Earth. What a pity. You’ve fallen down so far and gain so much… only to lose as much.
My brother… he shall be your reminder and everyone’s reminder. Once a great King, fallen to the human’s dying world, punished for love and the creation of a monster, the son of you, King Filgri.