Melinda Jefferson (Daughter of the Prime Minister)
I was shocked to see Aloitus fall to the ground in a heap. All of my memories of him involved such fierce strength. To see him lying vulnerable on the floor was probably the most alarming thing I had ever seen.
The Old Ones began to murmur amongst themselves, and I ran to Aloitus, touching his broad, handsome face and stroking it, begging him to awaken. But nothing I did seemed to help, and soon, the Old Ones were gently pushing past me and lifting Aloitus’s massive body onto their frail-looking shoulders and carrying him down a long, dark tunnel.
I followed blindly, having no concern whether there was light or anything down there for me. I had to be with Aloitus. Nothing was more important to me than finding out whether or not he was all right.
“Calm yourself, human,” one of the Old Ones said softly as I rushed down the tunnel, nearly knocking down the group of men carrying Aloitus. “The Fates will determine the proper outcome to this situation. You can always trust in the Fates to lead us to the greater good. They govern this land and always have.”
I wasn’t so sure. Fate had never been a very good thing on Earth. Many people with too much power had used “fate” and divine providence as a way to control others. I was skeptical of anything bearing the name of predetermination. Especially when the life of the man I loved…or at least, cared deeply for…was on the line. I would have to figure out the love thing later. What mattered most now was seeing to it that Aloitus was all right.
It seemed to take ages before I found myself in a huge room with an arched ceiling. The Old Ones had brought the blue light in for my comfort, and I watched as they laid Aloitus on a tall bed and wiped his face with cool cloths.
“How long has it been since this boy has slept?” the leader of the Old Ones exclaimed. Everybody looked to me for answers.
“He has not been taking great care of himself. And he won’t tell me what’s going on.”
Nobody seemed eager to acknowledge the latter part of my statement, and bustled around Aloitus, propping him up on comfortable pillows and administering tonics into his mouth.
“Is he all right?” I whispered. I felt terrified that I would never get another chance to look him in the eye again, or that he would somehow slip into a coma and leave me alone and defenseless in this strange world.
Yes, I had Kirk, and I would always have Kirk, but could I love him? The passion I had felt toward Aloitus had been singular. How could I ever hope to replicate that with someone else? Especially somebody who felt so much more like a friend than a lover? I didn’t think it was possible.
“He is going to be fine, human,” the leader of the Old Ones said gently. “He is just over-worked and not listening to the decree of the scrolls. Skipping sleep and meals is terrible for the Thressl’n system. Why don’t you come have a meal with us and let him get some rest.”
“All right,” I said, reluctantly leaving the side of the bed. Aloitus seemed to be sleeping soundly now, and there were Old Ones standing on either side of his bed speaking in a language that my translation device just couldn’t get a handle on. It was a beautiful language though, and I could see where the pleasant, lyrical quality of the Thressl’n’s voices came from.
“Good, this way,” the Old One said, walking slowly down a tunnel that led me further and further away from Aloitus. I didn’t like the distance between us, but the best thing for him right now was sleep. There was nothing I could do now but wait.
***
“You care deeply for Aloitus, don’t you?” the leader of the Old Ones said, smiling knowingly at me from across the table. I blushed down at my plate and said nothing. How could I even begin to answer that question? We could hardly be in the room for five minutes without arguing lately.
“You know, when men are in that state, there are warning signs. Irritability. Short tempers. Cruel words that might leave a lasting mark on those they care for…”
I sighed, raising an eyebrow at the Old One, who chuckled to himself. “He was harsh with you, wasn’t he?”
I pursed my lips and frowned at my plate of food, and again, the Old One chuckled.
“Please, human, do not hold him too accountable for those words. There are certain ways the Thressl’n must conduct themselves to remain harmonious with those around them. I can tell that Aloitus is fond of you. Do not let this scare you off.”
I considered the Old One's words and looked back down at my meal, sighing inwardly. Whether Aloitus was lashing out at me because he was feeling unwell or not, the fact was that he had still abducted me from my home. I was still little more than a commodity to him, as much as I wished he could legitimately care for me.
I had opened myself up to him, body and soul, even after knowing that he had stolen me from all of my friends and family, and he had repaid me by turning around and biting my head off when I tried to make myself vulnerable and apologize for being distant with him after the fact. It was the kind of wound that stung and made me re-think having anything to do with him from that point on.
There was no way I could let the Old One in on the depth of my thoughts, and he seemed content to let the issue drop.
After the meal, I was led back to the room where Aloitus was sleeping. The Old Ones left us alone and dispersed throughout the other tunnels. I gazed at Aloitus’ chest rising and falling, a torrent of emotions overwhelming me. Why did things have to get so complicated?
Seeing Aloitus vulnerable was alarming, and I wished more than anything to see him open his eyes again and get up, acting as he had when we had first met. I felt hot tears begin to pool in my eyes and sighed, squeezing my lids closed. The tears snaked through, and soon I was legitimately crying. I was crying about leaving my home; I was crying that I didn’t even know if I wanted to go back home; and I was crying because I was so unbelievably worried about Aloitus.
“What are you doing?”
Aloitus’ deep, lyrical voice rumbled at me from the darkness, and I gasped as his strong finger swiped one of my tears away. I opened my eyes to see him examining it in the dim blue light and raise his brow.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up,” I said, wiping the tears off my face.
Aloitus sat up, staring down at his shimmering finger. “Is this cry?”
An involuntary bubble of laughter burst from me, and Aloitus looked over at me, his eyes wide.
“I was crying, yes,” I said with a sigh.
“Strange,” he mumbled, looking back at me. “What is it? Are you unhappy? Or exceptionally happy?”
“Exceptionally unhappy,” I replied, standing up to touch his face. “I thought something terrible was going to happen to you.”
Aloitus’ face darkened suddenly, and I was overwhelmed with presentiment.
“Nothing terrible is going to happen to you, is it?” I demanded, stroking his dark hair away from his eyes.
Aloitus was silent, brooding out into the darkness. At first, I thought he was just going to ignore the question, but he looked up at me, his purple eyes gleaming in the dim blue light.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “It could.”
“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on? I could help you. I would do anything…” I trailed off. It could be dangerous to show too much emotion to a man like this. A man who could use me and harm me at will. A man who thought nothing of kidnapping me and using me as a bargaining coin.
“I’m afraid for you, all right?” Aloitus said, his voice strained. “There are things out there that are best left to powerful men to handle. It is my job to protect.”
“I don’t want you to protect me,” I stated. “I want you to be honest with me. We can’t do this if you’re not honest.”
Aloitus frowned down at his hands and finally took a deep breath.
“The Vellreq are coming here. After you. King Korta and his strongest troops. There is going to be a war.”
He stopped speaking suddenly, and I had a feeling there was more that he wanted to say. But I was too busy trying to process what he said.
“A war? On Jenal’k?”
Aloitus nodded. “The Vellreq are a threat to the universe. It is time for us to stand up and do something about it. But it will not be safe. You and the citizens of Jenal’k who are not trained for combat will have to be relocated briefly.”
“And he is coming here…because of me…” I whispered.
The Vellreq were going to attack, and possibly kill, the Thressl’n just because King Korta was going to be pissed off that they had stolen me away. I was going to be responsible for a mass slaughter. All because Aloitus had kidnapped me.
“How could you do this?” I exclaimed. “I can’t believe this!”
But I couldn’t stand to hear anything else from Aloitus.
“I’m not coming back with you. Just leave me here.”
“I can’t do that,” Aloitus croaked, his eyes wide.
“You’re going to have to,” I said. “I want to stay with the Old Ones!”
“They’re not going to let you do that!” Aloitus exclaimed. “You are to come back to the palace with me at once!”
“You don’t control me, Aloitus! You never have, and trying to is your biggest problem. Don’t you get that?”
Aloitus opened and closed his mouth, attempting to formulate a response. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing he could say, and I stormed out of the room.
“They won’t let you stay here!” Aloitus bellowed after me. “We are going home!”
I turned to face him, fury deep in my chest. “No, Aloitus. I told you, I am not going anywhere with you.”
“Young ones, what is the issue?” the leader of the Old Ones asked, walking quietly into the tunnel. “Your voices are carrying throughout the settlement. It is startling the children.”
“Apologies to you, Old One,” Aloitus said through his gritted teeth. “But the human is being belligerent.”
“Aloitus,” the Old One said, taking a deep breath. “The human deserves the best of you, not the worst. If she wants to stay, we shall allow it. She will be safer here with us anyway. You know that. If the Vellreq land, the palace is the first place they will come to look for her.”
Aloitus looked surprised, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“No, you’ve been far too busy. That is one of the reasons we arranged a meeting with you. I am glad you finally saw sense. I don’t know why you were putting it off.”
Aloitus looked at me, a lingering look tinged with a helplessness that made my heart pang painfully for him despite my burning anger. I suddenly wanted to stay with him, to go back to the palace and forget everything that had happened that day.
“I’ll go back,” I said desperately, but I knew it was too late. Aloitus had already chosen to honor my wishes. I never should have opened my mouth.
“The Old Ones will keep you safer than I could, Melinda,” Aloitus finally said with a heavy sigh. “You are not happy with me, and there is much work I must do. It will serve me well to be rid of the distraction.”
He looked away from me, and a new wave of anger crashed over me. How could he just dismiss me like that?
“Am I just a distraction to you?” I demanded, walking toward him, anger in my voice.
“Mind yourself, human,” Aloitus said darkly, rising from the bed. He towered powerfully above me and looked down, his eyes hard and difficult to read. “I cannot afford to lose any more time to you.”
Aloitus stalked out of the caverns, and I watched him go, my chest tight with anger and desperation. Why couldn’t things ever just work out between us? What had I been thinking, letting myself fall for this insufferable man?
“It is for the best of all, human,” the leader of the Old Ones said, leading me away from the room where Aloitus had been laying. “We will look after you. The war is on the horizon, and you are safest here. It is as Fate would decree. Perhaps in time, you will see.”
I was too tired and frustrated to argue and allowed the Old One to guide me deep into the underground settlement, holding the little blue lantern tightly as I did my best not to think about how much I wanted to be beside Aloitus in his hovercraft right that moment.
***
I smiled despite myself as a group of children surrounded me, all of them brimming with questions and reaching out to touch me, then laughing and pulling their hands away quickly once they had.
“Hello,” I said. “I am Melinda.”
“Melinda!”
The children began chanting my name and laughing, dancing around me until a middle-aged woman rang a bell.
“Come now,” she said in a kind but stern voice. “Leave the human alone. It is meal time.”
The children giggled and gathered at a table far at the end of the room. My little blue light wouldn’t shine that far, so they disappeared from sight.
“Come, human; please sit with us.”
I looked over my shoulder at the Old One who was speaking to me, surprised to see a woman about my own age.
“Hello,” I said, sitting tentatively.
“My name is G’larah,” she said, smiling. She was extremely beautiful, with long dark hair decorated with intricate golden fixtures.
“My name is Melinda,” I replied.
“I heard,” she said, laughing. It was a bright musical sound. “Are you all right?”
I frowned, unsure how to answer that question. Apparently, the Old Ones would know if I was lying.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m very confused.”
“About Aloitus, right?” she asked, nodding knowingly. “He is quite tempestuous.”
“You know him?” I asked, surprised.
“Oh, of course. All Supreme Leaders in training spend time in the caverns here.”
“But he is a kind man,” G’larah said, smiling kindly at me. “He can be quite tender-hearted. It is his training to show hardness to everybody else. Being a leader is difficult without hardening yourself to criticism and the demands of others.”
“I really thought we were getting somewhere,” I said with a sigh. “But he doesn’t tell me anything. He keeps secrets and never allows me a chance to get closer to him. We had one moment where I felt as if all was right, but then I got scared…”
“You’re afraid you drove him away?” G’larah asked. “Because of the way you felt?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes pooling with tears. “And there’s something else…”
“What is it?” G’larah asked gently, although I was beginning to get the feeling that the Old Ones were somehow psychic and I was wasting my breath speaking my experiences out loud.
“I have a friend who followed me here. He is convinced that he is going to rescue me.”
“Ah, that’s who he is,” G’larah said.
“What?”
“A human male came charging through here not long after Aloitus left. He was sure Aloitus had left you here to die.”
I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. “Damn it, Kirk.”
“Who is Kirk?” G’larah prompted.
G’larah raised her brow at me.
“Aloitus,” G’larah said, nodding seriously.
I sighed and shook my head. “This is stupid. Where is Kirk now?”
G’larah laughed. “We put him somewhere safe. He is going to get us all killed if he isn’t careful.”
“Can I speak with him?”
“Of course,” G’larah said. She rose from the table and walked me down a long, winding corridor until we reached a room with a deep crevice in the wall that was lined with walls. At first, I didn’t see anybody, but I quickly realized that Kirk was in a dark prison cell.
“Why is he locked up?” I exclaimed.
“He was trespassing,” G’larah said simply. “And not just in our tunnels. You are lucky harsher action has not been taken against him.”
I sighed and shook my head.
“Did you hear that, Kirk? You’re getting yourself into all of this trouble.”
Kirk ignored my question and ran to the bars, holding them tightly. “You’re all right!”
“Of course I’m all right!” I exclaimed. “Aloitus has never harmed me.”
Kirk’s face fell. “You say that like you like him.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Does it matter what I feel to you? Really?”
Kirk was surprised and looked up at me, his eyes wide. “Of course!”
“Are you sure?” I demanded. “You pushed me out of the way so that you could escape when Aloitus abducted me. And you told me all about your feelings for me without ever asking me how I felt. You just…you just took advantage of my being vulnerable the first chance you got!”
Kirk gaped at me, anger beginning to set in his features.
“That’s not…of course I…why are you acting like this?” Kirk demanded.
“Because I’m just not comfortable with all of this!” I exclaimed. “You come in here and disrespect these people, and you make all these assumptions about me when the only reason I’m here in the first place is because you decided to save your own ass first? I don’t need that, Kirk. And I don’t need you.”
“Can you take me out of here?” I asked G’larah with a heavy sigh. “This isn’t working for me. I need some time alone.”
“Of course,” G’larah said, turning to face Kirk. His obnoxious pleading was silenced by her glare, and I felt a surge of relief course through me. As comfortable as it had seemed to rely on Kirk in my moment of need, the fact remained that he was, and always had been, selfish.
Sure, there were those great times when he was sweet and caring, but his affection for me blinded him to my own feelings, and I couldn’t live like that. At least with Aloitus, he had seemed to care what I felt. At least at first.
Once Kirk was quiet, G’larah led me to a comfortable room that was lit with a golden glow. I was able to set the little blue lantern on a table by the bedside and see everything in the room clearly.
“You may stay here,” G’larah said with a deep bow to me. “We will see to it that you and your friend are safe, despite the dangers approaching. Do not fret. We will take care of you.”
“Thanks to you,” I said shakily, trying to speak in the same peculiar dialect that the Thressl’n and the Old Ones seemed to share. This brightened G’larah’s face, and I felt warmed by her kindness.
“If you should need anything, just call. We have extraordinary hearing.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling somewhat embarrassed about my conversation with Aloitus. Just how much did they know about us?
I laid down on the bed, my chest heavy. Everything felt like it was a huge mess. I wished that none of it had ever happened. It almost felt better to be engaged to King Korta than to have this hot-and-cold relationship with the leader of the Thressl’n. Why couldn’t anything just be easy for once?