POV: Nicole Eider
Who are you?
The thought crossed my mind as out of the unexpected, a mysterious man appeared from the depths of the dark in the alley and swiftly put an end to the man who was harassing me. His eyes turned in my direction, a caring comforting cardinal iris circled around in his gaze, peered deep into the depths of me with intelligence. An aura of a wild and untamed beast prevailed around him, yet gentle lingers of elegance and prestige followed him around as well. A king of the jungle, would be a great way to describe the sort of presence he emanated.
"Excuse me. Hey. Hellooooo!!" I called out to him, who stood in silence and unresponsive to any of my attempts of dialogue.
Is he alright? Or did something happen to him?
"Stranger! Are you all right?!"
"Huh?" My attempts at grabbing his attention finally succeeded, ripping him out of his trance like state.
He slowly twisted his body to fully face me, his eyes fully on view now and in contact with mine. His eye colour was strangely unusual for this part of the world, any part of the world really, but something about them seemed awfully alluring in my view.
Who is... Who is this mysterious man? My heartbeat slowly quickened even though the threat was neutralised and I struggled to understand why. I grew more and more interested in this man and more so his appearance which was veiled with a head covering and a hood on top of it, though it seemed unnecessary . The only detail revealed, were those animalistic red eyes.
"T-thank you for saving me from that creep." I spoke, stuttering at my first word which was incredibly unusual for me, and bowed elegantly in his direction, flicking away my hair that swung towards my eye.
"I only did what was natural." He kept his reply short and sweet, not giving me anything more to add to his mysterious man personal. But one thing was sure, his voice sent shivers down my body, making my hairs stand up. How should I describe it, his voice was deep, and had a subtle and comforting tone, yet it felt like his voice was a weapon in and of itself, sharp as a knife that constructed an impregnable defence to his words.
"If I may ask, what was you doing with that man in this dark alleyway that's away from all the crowds and eyes that could've helped you?" He followed up, asking for my motivations in a unprovocative and understanding resonance.
"Oh, that? Of course it's fine for you to ask. The man came up to me in the bar that I was managing and had told me that one of the girls that I was responsible for, had passed out in an alleyway and he needed help bringing her back. And so I followed him in the worries for my, well my aunties, employee, and found myself in the situation you got me out of."
"That's fair enough. Next time though, you should take trusted people with you next time to help. And when I say trusted... I mean TRUSTED. Now get going back." He advised, putting extra emphasis on the word trusted the second time and walked past me heading forwards, looking like he was about to leap up onto the roofs.
I instinctively reached out to grab his hand, something about him drew me in and I felt the urge to explore this attraction that I held. "Could you please tell me your name?" I spoke in a soft yet assertive pitch.
He looked back to face me, and after what felt like an eternity, he replied. "There is no need for you to know."
"Then at least let me help you. To return the favour in the honour of my name. I am very accustomed with the people in the capital there is very little that I don't know. So please, let me be of help to you!" I argued as his nonchalant gaze narrowed in on me.
"Is that the truth?"
"Yes! Yes it is!" I was desperate to help him. I said it was in the name of honour, but I couldn't be sure. My intentions were unknown even to me.
He let out a shallow breath and began marching back in my direction, his cardinal iris sharpening its intent like a knife on a whetstone leaving an impression of a crazed killer. It shook me to my very core, yet attracted vast amounts of curiosity out of me.
He stops right in front of my face, leans down and sharply whispers in my ear while he dragged his finger through a strand of my jet black long hair and lets it fall back down again. "Where is The King of Light, Lance Dust?"
My eyes shot open upon hearing that name. Who are you? The thought surfaced in my mind again. No ordinary person would search for someone like that.
"Follow me." I order him and try to walk past him, only for him to block my path.
"Cut the bullshit and just tell me." No sincerity echoed through his words. He acted on pure impulse.
I firmly looked at him and insisted. "Just follow me."
He saw there was no reason in delegating this matter any further and sighs in exasperation. "Go on then. Take me to him."
I nod my head at him with a grin that spread across my face. Both of us made our way on to the roof tops as I led him to the centre of the capital were the Royal family's estate was held.
"Look. There." I whispered to him whilst pointing at the garden just outside were the King of Light stood, being entertained by multiple prestigious people.
"Now what do you plan to do now that you've found him?" I asked turning my head to the side where he should have been.
"Huh-" I turned to face the garden once more and saw the man gliding through the air with his foot firmly out in front of him aimed at the King of Light.
None noticed him as he made his approach, until the last second, Lance's eye slowly turned to look in the mans direction and........