The King was very confused now, her mind in complete disarray. If her father had this much power, and her mother wasn't any different, then how did the Usurper succeed. How did a measly thief at the lowly peak of the above-mortal realm, best a couple with power towering far above his? Her parents were at the very least, peak earth realm experts, and very possibly in the heaven realm. So how did the Usurper pull this off? As far as she knew, there was no way one could make up for such a vast difference in strength. Even the most devastating poison on the planet- the Midnight Rose- wasn't able to perform such a miracle. The midnight rose was a poisonous plant that was capable of destroying a mortal's ability to wield. It was that terrifying. Best case scenario, one would still have their strength and yet wouldn't be able to improve anymore, no matter how hard they tried. Worst case scenario, total loss of strength. Although this potent poison, which was so rare that it appeared once almost every two hundred years, had no cure, it wasn't omnipotent. It only worked on 'mortals'- on those who were below the above-mortal realm. So this mysterious flower which only grew in the deepest caves of Kelan every few hundred years, wouldn't be enough to stop her parents. So what did?
"Did Grandfather know you were coming?" James asked while playing with a few stray strands of his beautiful brown hair.
"No. I slipped past him. Took the route you told me about." Morgana answered before biting delicately on the sandwich in her hand. "There's apple juice too you know", she continued. Her words shifted James attention to the picnic basket once more, as the pretty looking foodie rummaged through it to locate two well-kept bottles of fruit juice.
"He really doesn't care about anything else once he has some food in his hands." Morgana mumbled with a wry smile on her well sculpted face. She turned her attention back to her own meal instead of watching James gulp down a large bottle of apple juice in just a matter of seconds.
"Whew. That was refreshing." Having finally quenched his thirst, James breathed out loudly with a content smile on his face. "Don't even think about it." Morgana's words caused James to scratch his cheek in embarrassment. Although she wasn't looking his way, his longing gaze at the basket accompanied by his sneaky left hand didn't escape her awareness. He retracted his left hand and proceeded to lie down flat on the grass. His hands found their place behind his head, acting as his pillow. He whistled a slow and melodious tune. A pleasant sound that travelled far in this quiet atmosphere, a song that brought tears to the peeping King's face.
Reiki shone lightly as if to ask, "Why are you crying". She quickly wiped her tears as her lips stretched out into a mournful smile, "Father hummed that song to me every night before bed. He always said it was a song meant for a princess. Even when he was ill, he never missed what he referred to as his most solemn duty." She cleared her face of any tear stains that remained as she explained a small part of her childhood to Reiki. "I thought you could access our memories. How come you don't know about that?" she asked.
Reiki's reply was simple, "I need access to them. I cannot see what you do not allow me to see. What is it you mortals call it? Ah yes. I am not a pervert." She smiled at Reiki's reply, "Yes. You aren't a pervert. I'll let you in later." Reiki shone brightly at her response, showing his pleasure at her words. She smiled at his reaction. The eternal throne was older than anything in her world, with a heritage as old as the early inhabitants of planet itself, if not older. However, it was just as curious and excitable as a twelve year old child. Perhaps, in the world of sentient artefacts, the 'old' eternal throne was nothing but a child. Well, when you had eternity as part of your name, even millions of years wouldn't seem like much. The King paid little attention to Reiki now, opting to observe her parents instead, much to Reiki's displeasure. And he wasn't hiding it. Unfortunately for Reiki, the King's decision to ignore him was final and she wasn't going to change it. As one would treat an attention seeking child, she did the opposite of what he wanted- paying him no heed.
"Any new vision?" Still lying on the ground and staring at the sky, James' question once again brought surprise and doubt into the pretty eyes of the King who turned her head to her mother snappily to see her reaction. "No. You know that I can't control when it happens or what I see. It can happen at any time. Even now." Morgana paused in between bites to respond.
The King sighed in resignation. She had been surprised too many times in such a short time. The latest secret revealed- her mother was a seer. Seers were even rarer than spiritualists. Unlike spiritualists who were trained- as long as they met the requirements of course- seers weren't. Seers were born with the ability to peer into secrets of the past, and the future. One could liken this ability to bloodline glows. Unfortunately it wasn't an ability that could be controlled. If it could, they would be a terrifying threat. For the most powerful person is the one who holds the secrets of the world in his/her grasp. Normally, seers were without any combat ability. Many researchers had theorised that seers were unable to awaken their bloodlines because of the immense power that lay within them- the power to see clearly everything hidden under and above the sun. Her mother was different though. She had clearly seen her strike her father with inner energy. Now another question had joined the long list: 'How was her mother still able to wield?' she wondered. That question would have to wait though, for something strange was happening.
"Oh okay. I think we should leave now. What say you? Morgana…Morgana?" Realising that he wasn't receiving a reply, James raised his head, only to see Morgana with a vacant look on her face. Her eyes were pure white, with no other colour present. "Wow. She was right. To think it happened just as she said." He stated as he watched her get up and walk right where the King was seated, almost as if she could see the peeping tom! The King watched in amazement as her mother stopped right before the eternal throne and said,
"Eyes as deep as the seas and just as colourful. Seek he whose head is crowned with the brilliance of the sun. For it is he who holds the heritage of the Supremes. It is he who holds the fate of the Universe in his hands. He is your hope, as you are his. Seek him. Everything else holds little value, even the empire. He is your destiny."