He lay on the floor, battered and bruised, struggling for breath after the last punch he endured. After several minutes of complete silence, his captor burst forth in a fit of howling laughter.
“What a sight! How pitiful our Great King is on his knees… Oh, how I have missed seeing you like this…” Nathaniel stepped forward, stomping on Adrian’s hands and grinding the heel of his boot into them. “I have longed for you for many months, but ever since your sister was escorted to a fitting location, you have denied me. How dare you.”
There was a knock on the door. Nathaniel’s smile faded and he feigned a look of torment and pain, as he said, “Come in”. His servant came in and bowed before him, before whispering something in his ear. Adrian could see in Nathaniel’s eyes that he was holding back laughter.
As the servant left, he broke into an evil grin. “It would seem that one of my servants has taken his own life. How hilarious. I shall make a spectacle out of it at his funeral. After all, the kingdom started to believe that he and I were secretly having an affair while your majesty is… ill.” He chuckled again.
“I will make your sister fall to her knees like I have made you. I want to see her broken and begging.”
Adrian slowly looked up at Nathaniel, and when their eyes met, he was temporarily startled. The deep red color had returned to the Death God’s eyes, and the fire was behind them again. “You won’t defeat her.”
Nathaniel’s smile returned as he picked up a small leather bound book and slid it into his inside pocket. “I just did.”
I never had the intention of sending the world into a downward spiral, a mass of rioting, an unbalanced place. I never meant for him to die. I just wanted to be a mother.
In the depths of my despair, the most beautiful streak of light dropped in front of me from the heavens, and two beings even greater than myself stood before me. I thought that they would bring about a Golden era to our Silver Plattian rule. So I raised them as my own, and the masses were none the wiser.
But things just… Aren’t ever that simple. He had to die, and I wish I’d had a warning. So I sent a keeper of fairies to retrieve the Oracle, and he came to me, bringing me the Book of Fate for my life and those before me. He came to stay with us, leaving the keeper in charge of the books, and I forever worried about the future.
Kitten was desperate to feel like a real family, and everyone poked fun at her for such. As a child, despite her magical properties and obvious tie to the most royal of them all, she did not seem to care for combat, nor was she swayed by money and shiney objects. She just wanted a family. Annoyed by this, her parents did not follow her when she left just before her sixteenth birthday. Anglios, the God of Hunt, and Kitten’s own father, denied her.
Here she lay, next to her husband, whom she was sure would be beaming had he possessed a face, holding her three day old daughter. She was beautiful from the minute Kitten laid eyes on her, with the signature Plattian traits, and also sharing a few traits from her father. But there was this nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Later that night, after putting Emily to sleep, she pulled out her journal and took a look inside to refresh her memory of the future she was said to fulfill. She was greatly displeased with what she saw…
Slenderman kept staring at the ring he found in his pocket. How could it have gotten there? He didn’t know, he couldn’t remember. He did, however, know that the size of the ring was the same size Kitty wore.
They had been living together in the mansion for almost a year, without complication. She still had yet to meet his proxies, but he was certain she would be liked by them. She even turned the other way, ignoring when Slender killed periodically, understanding that he had to kill in order to survive.
She had recently started asking Slender to stay with her until she fell asleep at night. But last night, when she fell asleep, he didn’t leave. He couldn’t. He layed with her all night. He had never noticed how warm she was, or how beautiful she was when asleep, until then.
He knew she would stay no matter what, and it wasn’t like they were worried about “living in sin”, but the gesture mattered to him. He knew that that night was the night to make Kitty his wife.
Kitty and Slenderman walked through the woods leisurely for a short while, Kitty laughing as they talked for hours.
They ran across an old treehouse, but the ladder was long gone. “Slender? Is it safe to go up there?” Slenderman teleported up to the treehouse, taking a look around, determining it was safe. He had a feeling he’d been there before, but no recollection of actually being there.
“Slender!” Kitty called. “May I come up with you?” Slenderman teleported her into the treehouse with him. As they sat in the treehouse, Kitty picked up a journal that was laying in the corner and opened it to the first page.
After reading silently with Slenderman peering over her shoulder, she looked up into the blank faceless face. “You helped a little girl survive?” He shrugged. “I don’t remember.” She smiled. “There’s hope for you yet.”
Kitty was always a little bit afraid of fulfilling her destiny. She was unsure that she could be trusted to carry the child that would spawn a long line of Platt’s best warriors in it’s history. She wasn’t even sure that Platt would still be standing in the end. She turned her colar to the wind and looked up at the tall creature who would one day be her husband, and she smiled politely at him.
Then she took of skipping childishly through the forest, Slenderman openly pursued, but lagged behind. She hopped across the river, to which she heard him rather calmly remind her to be careful. Once across the river, Slender teleported behind and continued following her until he caught up with her. She turned to face him, smiling.
“I know who you are. I know what you are. And I’m not afraid of you.” To which he replied. “I am very glad to hear that. Would you like to see my mansion?” She nodded and followed him inside.
In the rather large entryway, full of dust and broken furniture, she could see something large covered in a sheet. Before he could stop her, she removed the sheet, revealing a large enchanted mirror. In the refelection, Slender had a handsome face, while Kitty had none. She turned and asked him why.
“This mirror is enchanted to show you what you wish to be… who you are at heart.”
Kitty was born of the Neko God of war, and a simple flower merchant’s daughter. Her father being the brother of Luna, Anika and Adrian’s mother, she was their cousin, and of course, key in the war. But she had different plans, and thought she could outrun her fate.
She took a deep breath and stepped through the magical barrier that separated Aigon forest from the Forest of Souls. Once on the other side, she walked the forty paces to the nearby river, and sat down by the bank to read a small leather-bound journal that her mother had given her. Originally, it was just a diary, but when her mother was on her deathbed, she had it enchanted to tell of her daughter’s destiny, and help guide the poor child.
She opened to the first page, and recognised the signature Plattian symbols of her father’s native tongue. She began to read:
“Long ago, I was created with the purpose to destroy. I was a different entity, a more whole one. But four of those personalities were too strong to stay as one, and we split into four brothers, I being the oldest and quite alone. I never knew anything other than an instinct to kill, until I saw her.”
She sighed. It was another typical love story. She’d read it a thousand times and still couldn’t believe that it had everything to do with where she came from and who her mother was, and her destiny. She felt as if someone were watching her, which only seemed to confirm her destiny. “Hello, Mr. Slender.” she said quietly, and waited for him to emerge from his hiding place.