A week later:
Holden
I was panting now, my grip on the sword loosening. My hair falls over my eyes, my muscles have already been strained. We've all been practicing hard, and preparing with all we've got for this war. I could only wonder how Mystic was doing.
I let the sword tumble out of my hands, as I land on a knee to catch my breath.
"You're not as bad as I thought." A calm voice drawls from my side. I hear his approaching steps, before I see his face.
"Was that a compliment or an insult, Kylan?" I ask, slowly getting to my feet. He chuckles, "no, I really meant it." he said. Going over to the rack to place his sword back, before stretching his arms.
"So, you and Myst are... a thing?" I ask carefully, picking my sword from the ground before placing it in the rack carefully.
He pauses, but I don't sense any negative energy from him.
He stares at his palm, and I watch him close his palms before opening them again, "Its complicated." He finally says, breaking the awkward silence.
I fold my arms across my chest, "Then break it down for me." I say calmly urging him to explain further.
He sighs heavily, before turning to face me.
"Have you ever felt possessive of someone, to the point you want to do anything to protect them?" He suddenly asks, and I blink, taken aback by his question.
I thought about it for a few seconds, and find my thoughts filled with Mystic, her ice blue eyes and her voice.
"Yes." I reply simply. The moment I look back up at him, I find him smiling down at me.
"That's the same with my relationship with Myst, but its a little more complicated than that." He says, his eyes leaving mine again.
"What do you mean?" I ask, arcing a brow.
"Our relationship is so strong, we can sense each others pain, presence, happiness, fear and even when the other is no more." He says, leaning lightly against the sword rack.
"Like a soulmate's bond?" I ask him softly, to which he nods. "But stronger." He clarifies.
"Oh." I mutter.
"Do you want me to prove it?" He asks me, stretching forth his hand in my direction.
I stare at it with doubt in my mind, then I slowly nod. Taking his hand, I inhale deeply preparing myself for the storm he was about to create.
"Where are we going?" I ask him. "The training arena in the queen's quarters." He says, before the wind surrounds us both in full force.
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It takes me a full minute to finally clear the haziness in my head, once the wind dies down. I shake my head briefly, blinking away the dizziness I felt. Holding my head with a hand while I try to steady myself, I manage to glance over at Kylan.
"Guess, I have to get used to that quite often." I mutter, finally gaining my balance. I hear a small scoff from Kylan, but am too distracted by the scenery in front of me to notice.
Talk about beautiful, the queen's quarters was extraordinarily different.
In a unique way.
What intrigued me more, was the way both sisters were fighting each other. One wouldn't be able to tell the difference between their training session and the real thing.
Without announcing our arrival, Myst whips her head in our direction. For a moment there was surprise in her eyes. Then slowly, I watched her lips morph into a smile as she watched Kylan. Whom from the corner of my eye, returned. Now, I understand what he meant with his words from earlier meant.
I don't miss the way, Mystic's eyes meet mine, before they widen a bit. The only movement, showing her surprise. I don't know if it was her appearance or her ice blue eyes, but whatever it was, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Her black hair was tied in a bun, the streaks of blue running through her tied hair making it look more sophisticated than it was meant to be. She looked natural, yet beautiful.
What had she done to me?
Without a word, I watch the two sisters redraw their swords before making their way towards us both. With a heavy sigh, Myst speaks first.
"What brings you both here?" She asks,voice calm and surprisingly less intimidating. Kylan shrugs at her question a smile curling on his lips. Mystic's eyes which had been on Kylan, now turn to me, waiting for my reply.
My breath gets cut in my throat as I observe her neutral expression.
"Well... uhh.." I stutter, but Kylan cuts me short.
"We came to see you both, because we were missing you both alot." He coos swinging his arm over my neck and pulling me close. I don't miss the ridiculous looks they both give us. But he simply shrugs it off, and then turns to me.
"Right Holden?" He asks, but I'm too lost in Mystic's eyes to respond.
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