Ghosts of the Past...

[Dab]

Luciaden sat up in his bed, put his feet over the side of the bed to fall gently to the floor. He sat like that for awhile. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet lying gently on the floor. Briefly wondering how he had ended up in the loose robe of silk he had hanging on his shoulders.

Alone with his thoughts he barely noticed the familiar presence outside his door. He smiled wryly. Well that explains how I ended up in this.

She paused at the door, perhaps a bit of uncertainty. Obviously from whether she should knock or just walk straight in.

"Come in." He said quietly.

Of the fifty billion or so people in the galaxy, only three were every allowed to seem him in such a weak and open state. Aurelia was one of those three. And her loyalty was unquestionable.

Luciaden just sat there, not moving. He waited as the footsteps approached him.

"Hi, nice to see your back to normal." She said in her melodious voice.

Luciaden smiled inwardly to himself. Yeah, I bet you do..

He stood up and faced the woman before him.

With long black hair and blue highlight lines along the strands of hair extending down to the small of her back. She had green eyes at her height of 5 feet 11 inches tall, she wore either a shimmering red-fire dress, And alternating color tunic of green and orange that makes it look like it moves, much like fire, when she walks. And a pure black bodyguard outfit, usually worn when escorting in potentially hostile areas.

She was, obviously, wearing the set she preferred when on official business. The red-fire dress extended down to her ankles, with cuts on the side to allow her legs more freedom for walking, and was more of a shirt and long skirt than it was a real dress.

"Xizer left on the "errand" shortly after you fell unconscious. He should have the ship in his hands by now, and on its way back here for refit. Obviously we won't use our traditional weapons on it, it would be too big an indication as to who supplied them with the ship."

"So I took over for him. It was a good excuse to get out of pointless meetings for awhile." She took a good long look at him.

Her voice turned grim. "You have another line..." She pointed out, her voice neutral. Any casual observer would have absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but he knew exactly what she was talking about. And knew that she knew exactly what it meant. And without any powers he could tell she was angry. His hair had another black line to it.

Luciaden looked forward, staring at the wall across from him.

"I had to. He was the only one who knew what I needed."

"I was meant to be the only one. We both know what might happen --"

In mid-sentence a knock came to the door.

"Come in!" she almost yelled at the door. She waited, without turning.

"Princess, the Zoner's High-council has requested your presence."

"We will finish this conversation later." she promised. He could hear here anger there, as well as the resignation.. She knew what was done could not be undone.

She turned and walked out of the door. the messenger making a shortened version of the same bow he gave to Aurelia, to him. He then turned and followed her.

The door closed behind them, and he just stood there a moment thinking.

Though she hadn't quite understood everything, she did have a point. Was it really that necessary for him to live? He wouldn't have really needed it, it just helped him. But what was done was done, and couldn't be changed.

Besides. From past experience Soren would be waking soon. And he did not doubt what would be foremost in his mind when he regained consciousness. He sat back down, this time at his desk, and prepared himself for the next confrontation. He didn't realize just how much he relied on thought reading in conversations until he had to talk to her. One who's mind was no longer open to him.

He shrugged. It was in fact, his fault for choosing her as the first in his new breed of bodyguards. An experiment they had decided not to repeat due to the irreversible consequences.



(2nd part of the scene comes tonight or tomorrow. ALSO, what the hell people.. I get people posting here, than bam, I end up having to make the last three posts in a row. The amount of things going on in this thread allows for many ideas, surely someone can think of something.)

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