The Elementals #2, Kiki XoXo [best e book reader .TXT] 📗

agreement. "Dismissed.." I say, and everyone starts to chat quietly and leave the room.  I stay sitting in my chair, I'm at the point of the table, and everyone else sits in rows at my sides. I'm king now. I'm in charge. It's to much for a seventeen year old boy. But, so far everything has worked out.

 

My mother is locked in the jail with constant security watching her, Donatello hasn't reappeared at all yet. All the bad is gone for the momment. But it will come, which is why I hired a new military general... Theodore. I've told him what I want from him and he took it with pleasure. I want an army on land, water, and air. I want to be ready for the next attack. Now that both of my parents are gone from the throne, other kingdoms my come in and try to take Spridge, and I can't let that happen. I've now made it mandatory that both girls and boys have a fighting class in school, to train them so everyone can protect themselves if needed. I've appointed my secretary, Chase, he helps me keeps meetings and dates in order. I've put the elementals in charge of teaching these new classes at school, and Chaston has, even though I disaproved, renounced her title, and gave up her right to the throne. She wants to be a normal peasant girl. Of course that is not going to happen, because she still lives here in the palace and maids and butlers still serve as if she is princess.

 

It's just me. My father is dad. My mother might as well be. My sister has abandoned her name and title. I'm the only Holt left here in Spridge who is trying to put this town back together. Lyra's parents have been helpig me out a lot as well. They're explaining things to me, since I haven't even learned everything yet. Her father has been a great help with getting the town back in order, and Mrs. Castair has been busy cooking for the whole town as well. Everyone is working toghether.

 

Now that I'm alone, I stand up knowing that while I have the free time, I need to go and see her.I visit everyday. It's already five in the evening, and I usualy come during lunch, but today didn't work. Leaving the room, I tell my guards, that Theodore insisted I have and use, to leave me be for a couple of hours. They do as I say, even though they know where I'm going. They've figured it out. I know they think I'm foolish too. I'm a king, that last thing I need is a girl distracting me. But what they don't realize is that this girl. Lyra, has been distracting me, since sixth grade. I was actually in seventh grade, she was in sixth. I was moved up a grade actually because of my knowledge and smarts that year. Normally I was in the same class, and I had always just though of Lyra as a girl who was friends with my sister. It never crossed my mind that she would be protecting my life and or my parents. She was the same age as me for petes sake.

 

I remember it though as if it was yesterday. Chaston had been in a slight scuffle and lost her two front teeth, and so she couldn't talk correctly. A couple of the girls in the eighth grade, picked on her and made fun of her. for the whole week. Of course they never laid a hand on her, she was the princess, and they could've gotten in loads of trouble. But one day, in the middle of the hall between classes I was there talking to Chaston about a family dinner we had that night. The girls had gotten to comfortable with being able to pick on her, and decided to kick it up a knotch and spit spit balls at her. Lyra was walking with Chase, who at the time had a thing for her and everyone thought those two would end up together.  When she saw what was going on, she kicked into elemental gear. She handed her books over to Chase, she yelled at them to stop. But they just laughed, because they new Lyra wasn't aloud to use her powers in school.

 

She did anyway.  She froze their hair, and the ice cracked in places, so when it thawed out, their hair cuts had been ruined. Of course their parents tried to get Lyra expelled, but the my mother wouldn't allow it when she found out why Lyra did what she did. But that wasn't even what really caught my eye. What really got my attention was the next day, I excused myself from class to use the bathroom. When I saw Lyra standing in line, with her classmates waiting to go outside. Everyone was worried to be friends with her because of what happened the day before. Than a boy named Billy came and stood next to her.  I heard every word he said to her. He called her an ugly white rat, and told her that know one could ever love her. She had just roled her eyes at him, and he walked away. But the minute she was alone, she turned looking into the glass case behind her. She reached up and touch her shinning white hair, and her silver eyes brimming with tears. She was looking at her reflection. Everyone already knew she felt like an outcast with her white hair, but no one had ever said anything to her about it, because of her powers everyone figured thats why her hair was white.

 

As she wiped away one tear that did slip, I realized she was beautiful. Lyra Castir, my sisters best friend was truly and amazing beautiful. Her hair fit her skin tone perfectly, and he eyes shinned as bright as the moon at night. Her elemental training kept her nice and in shape, yet she still had a little tummy on her. Her nose was small and turned up slightly in a cute way, and her legs were long and lean.  I watched her closely, now as she shook herself off and held her head high. Not only was she beautiful on the outside but she really had a good head on her shoulders. She was confident, and brave. Yet she was kind and always so helpful. I remember telling myself I was crazy for not noticing her. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, and her eyes caught mine that day in the hall. She smiled at me warmly, and then followed her class outside. Ever since then, I've loved her.

 

Knocking on the door to let her know I'm coming in, I open the door and sigh seeing the food tray untouched, and her sitting on the ground in the corner hiding her face in her hands. She hair is wet, and I can hear the bathroom fan on working. She must've just showered, and it gives me hope. That's a big plus. She had never stunk or anything, but showers help people relax and it means she got up and moved today.

 

"I'm sorry I didn't come earlier... I had a couple things to take care of." I sit next to her. She doesn't say anything, but she inches away from me keeping her eyes down.   "This mornig Theodore showed me the battle ship designs they're coming along great, you should see them. Also the town is almost complete, and I'm sure you'll be happy to hear the library was undamaged." Next to me out of the corner of my eye I see her head move slightly. Something I said caught her attention.  I smile with joy, this is the most I have ever gotten out of her.

 

"If you like I can bring you a couple of books... or even bring you a picture of the ship designs."  There was no reply. I lay my head back against the wall. I really thought I had struck a nerve this time. "You should eat... you're mother made a delicious apple pie.. and I'm sure even though they're cold the french fries want be to bad. Although the burger might not be that good cold."

 

Nothing. No more movement. No noise, not even a blink in the eyes. I lost what ever I had. I stand up now loosing my patience. I love her, and something you have to do and say things to your loved one that might hurt them.

 

"Lyra, if you don't come out of this I'm going to have to put you in a hospital. You need to eat.. and drink water." I say standing in front of her. She still doesn't move a muscle. Running a hand through my hair, I get an idea. It's mean of me to do but I need to here her voice.  Walking towards the door I open it, and loud enough for her to here I pretend to tell someone to go get Dr. Drake, even though no one is out here. But she doesn't know that.

 

"No don't!" Her voice rings out, and I turn and look at her. She is looking up at me, her eyes pleading and shaking with terror.

 

"You need help. I'm running out of options here Lyra." I sigh looking away from her, trying to add affect.

 

"Please... I... I don't .. want to see him." She stands up,  laying one hand against the wall for support. I  eye her again suspiciously.  Her eye never leave mine, she is begging me to not go through with my order.

 

"Eat your pie... all of it.. and then I'll yell for the guards to come back. I'd hurry they're almost done the hall." She rushed forward and devours the pie in four bites. I yell telling the 'guards' to come back.  "Now.. was that hard?" I ask closing the door.  She pushes the rest of the tray away, as if she's going to be sick. 

 

"That doesn't taste so good.." She admits... wrapping her arms around her stomach.

 

"Probably not." I agree. "You  havne't eaten in like two weeks."  I cross my arms unsure now what to do. Her face heats with a blush, and she shakes her head.

 

"It hasn't been that long..." she whispers.

 

"Yeah... it's been about three weeks actually." I point out. She rubs her eyes, unsure what to do. "Why don't you come out and take a walk with me. Get some fresh air.  We can chat." She pulls away, and I take a deep breathe deciding I wont take no for an answer. I walk over to her and practically drag her out the room. She bucks slightly trying to break free, but I've been doing some training of my own. Once I actually get her outside, she stops fighting as the sunlight hits her. It's a shock I'm sure. Spending more then twoo weeks inside without any sunlight. She holds a hand up covering her eyes, and once they adjust I feel her chest rise and fall a couple times.

 

"Fresh air." She breathes, and I let go of her. "So.. what about those battle ship designs?" She asks, turning around and looking at me. I lead the way through the castle, and I keep a close eye on her wondering what she is thinking. I get distracted by a group of guards up ahead of us, and I don't realize she is gone until it's to late for me to catch her. I yell the to guards sending them after her, and sending a couple down to the dungeon to make sure no harm comes to my mother. I haven't decided what to do with her yet, and I'm not going to allow Lyra to kill her. Not because I don't want her dead but because I don't want Lyra to be the one who does it. Deep down inside her I'm guessing she doesn't want to be