The Sisters
The air between them was razor-thin with tension.
When Fiza finally agreed to the summit, Ethan's face twisted with rage. His fists trembled, and he spat venomously:
"You bitch… I should kill both you and your cursed brother right here and now!"
Fiza's eyes narrowed, her aura beginning to surge again. But before she could even move—
CRACK!
Cassius's hand lashed out, striking Ethan across the face with the back of his palm. The blow echoed across the courtyard, sending Ethan crashing to the ground.
Cassius stood over him, calm as stone, his voice low and unwavering:
"Ethan. She is the heiress of the Human Kingdom. Apologize. Now."
Ethan's jaw clenched, fury blazing in his eyes, but under Cassius's unshakable stare, the fire dimmed. Grinding his teeth, he muttered, almost choking on the words:
"…I'm sorry, Princess Fiza."
Fiza only spared him a cold glance, then shifted her eyes back to Cassius. Her voice was sharp, but heavy with restraint.
"I will be taking my brother back. He's injured, and I won't leave him here in this state."
Cassius gave a faint smile, serene and unnerving.
"Of course. But remember—" he said softly, "the summit will take place in two days."
Both turned away, the storm momentarily subdued, but the unspoken threat lingered.
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Princess Fiza approached Atta, still lying unconscious in the grass. His face was a ruined mess—nose broken, jaw fractured, teeth shattered. The sight tore at her heart. She knelt, carefully lifting his fragile, bloodied body into her arms.
The wind obeyed her grief, swirling around them in a protective embrace. In an instant, she vanished, carrying her brother back home.
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Inside the Human Kingdom's palace, Princess Izza was the first to see her. She froze, her breath catching as her eyes fell on Atta's battered form. She rushed forward, panic breaking her composure.
"What happened?! Who did this to him?" she cried, voice trembling.
Fiza said nothing until they reached Atta's quarters. She laid him gently on his bed, brushing strands of crimson hair from his swollen face. For a moment, her voice was soft, almost breaking:
"…Azeon woke up. He possessed Atta… and killed someone."
Izza's face turned pale as ice. She stumbled closer, grasping Atta's limp hand with both of hers, squeezing as if her warmth alone could keep him tethered. Tears welled in her emerald eyes.
"But… why?" she whispered. "This never happened before—not with Mother, not with Grandfather. Why him? Why now—when he's still so young… so vulnerable?"
Her tears slid down her cheeks, falling onto Atta's pale skin.
Fiza placed a steady hand on her sister's shoulder, her own expression grim but determined.
"…Where is Father? We're holding a summit with the Angel Kingdom in two days."
The room grew silent, the weight of fate pressing on them all.
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To Be Continued....