The Fall

The alternating blasts of frigid and heated air were the only warning received before the fae royals swept into the throne room followed closely by their entourage. Ulin, king of Athar, rose from his seat to acknowledge them.

“And to what do I owe the honor—”

The king’s greeting died on his lips as he noticed the grim expressions worn by the monarchs. It was also noted their entourage this time was not made up of its usual members but that of armored knigh. . .

The Fall

The alternating blasts of frigid and heated air were the only warning received before the fae royals swept into the throne room followed closely by their entourage. Ulin, king of Athar, rose from his seat to acknowledge them.

“And to what do I owe the honor—”

The king’s greeting died on his lips as he noticed the grim expressions worn by the monarchs. It was also noted their entourage this time was not made up of its usual members but that of armored knigh. . .

Dante just sat there, staring gapping at the picture. That was his mother. That had to be his mother. The way his dad had his free arm around her, the way she nestled into him. That was her. And that was a baby in her belly.

He didn’t remember a sibling, but then again, he could hardly remember his mother. Who’s to say his parents didn’t give the child up before they died? Who’s to say he didn’t have a brother or sister out there right now?

“So, did your mot. . .

Dante just sat there, staring gapping at the picture. That was his mother. That had to be his mother. The way his dad had his free arm around her, the way she nestled into him. That was her. And that was a baby in her belly.

He didn’t remember a sibling, but then again, he could hardly remember his mother. Who’s to say his parents didn’t give the child up before they died? Who’s to say he didn’t have a brother or sister out there right now?

“So, did your mot. . .

Gwen had the oven on and was pacing around the kitchen, waiting for something to happen. She wasn’t used to nothing. She never had a moment of nothing. It was nice at first, but now it drove her insane. She had been exited for Dante to show up again, and now grew entirely impatient.

Not that he wasn’t here. He’d shown up about three or four hours ago and crashed on the couch. In a quiet mumble, he’d handed her his phone and told her to cancel his appointments for t. . .

Gwen had the oven on and was pacing around the kitchen, waiting for something to happen. She wasn’t used to nothing. She never had a moment of nothing. It was nice at first, but now it drove her insane. She had been exited for Dante to show up again, and now grew entirely impatient.

Not that he wasn’t here. He’d shown up about three or four hours ago and crashed on the couch. In a quiet mumble, he’d handed her his phone and told her to cancel his appointments for t. . .

The apartment felt empty for a while after Carlos left. He’d run of with his tails between his legs, cursing and swearing the entire time. But he’d made no comment about his money, so Dante quietly promised himself he would cash those checks as soon as possible. There wasn’t enough time to get anything done now, but still enough time that it went by dreadfully slow.

Dante sat on the couch, an apple in hand. He could feel the poison in it, now. Not just a simple, mu. . .