The night was warm and unusually quiet, as she laid in her bed. She had her pink silk covers pulled up around her as she listened to the noises coming from her parents room. Her father sounded so mad, this frightened her. She slipped out of her bed and walked over to another bed and peeked at the slumbering child that laid within its soft sheets. Seeing the other child was still asleep, she silently crept out of the room.
She was about six years old, her dark olive hands moved to her eyes to rub the sleep from them. Her shoulder length ebony curls in disarray as she stretched her small onyx wings. "What's going on? Why are you yelling? You're going to wake Livia." She stated. She matched her father in looks, from her dark hair, to her eyes the color of the purest gold. "Go back to bed Macayla." Her father growled. She jumped. She'd never seen her father so angry before. Her gaze moved to the baby in her mother's arms. "Is that the new baby?" She asked trying to get a look at her new sister. "Yes. you will see her in the morning Ayla, now please go back to bed." Her mother pleaded not wanting the child's father to lose his temper on his oldest child. "Yes mother..." Macayla said as she turned to quietly walk out of the room. She knew that baby had something to do with her parents fighting and she didn't like it.
Macayla quietly closed her parents door behind her, but she did not return to her bed. Instead she stood there, pressing her small ear against the door to listen. What she heard her father say, made her blood run cold. "When our people find out, they will kill her. They will kill you Isis. It's treason. Betrayal! You are the Queen of this land. But that child holds none of your King's blood. The blood in that child belongs to our enemy. They will not be pleased!" Her father stated agitated. "They will never know Xander. It will be between us. I promise you..." She heard her mother say.. "You promises mean nothing to me! You once promised to forever be mine and that was a lie." Her father stated as he stormed out of the room, pushing past Macayla as though she weren't even there.
Two weeks past, Macayla had just about forgotten the argument. She went bout the pal ace doing her chores and going to school.
One day as she sat in her room, she heard a loud bang sound from the main room o f the palace. She looked over to a little blonde haired, blue eyed girl of about three, before she crept out of the room to listen. The other girl followed close behind. She heard her mother yelling at a man, who she guessed was named "Chos" since it 's what her mother had addressed him by.
She saw her father come out of his study and ducked back into her room peering out as he started to walk down the red carpeted staircase. He must have seen the other man and not been to thrilled as she heard him yell, "How DARE you enter my home like this!" She heard the familiar sound of her father's sword being pulled from its sheath as she heard him speak to the stranger again, "Leave my home or I will kill you myself Chos!" She listened as she heard the man, known Chos laugh and say, "Do you think I come alone Kingy? You are a fool to think as such. If you k ill me my army will take down this entire kingdom!" "Xander don't kill him!" Her mother shrieked. Macayla ran to her window and looked out in utter shock. From her vantage point, she saw what seemed to be millions of blue dots surrounding the entire kingdom.
As Macayla continued to look out her window she heard a low guttural sound come fro m downstairs. Then the saw the blue dots begin to move in on the palace. Flames erupted from the villages that were loyal to her family, she whimpered softly before turning away.
She nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard her mother scream, "MACAYLA!" The six year old ran down the stairs in tears, one of her olive hands holding onto a pale hand belonging the other child. "Yes mother?" Macayla asked her small body shaking. "Take your sister's and go." Her mother ordered. Macayla looked to her mother as she felt something being put in her dress pocket. "Go where?" Macayla asked confused. "Hide. Outside the kingdom. If your father and me do not show up by morning, take your sisters and put them in places far from the palace and then go hide yourself." Her mother said as she placed the infant in her daughter's arms. "What's going on Mother?" Macayla said , yet again getting the feeling that this baby had something to do with it. "Bad things. You need to go, and you need to go now. Take the servants entrance and go Macayla Anne I will not tell you again!" Her mother said as she gave all three children hugs and kisses before ushering them to the secret wall passage in the kitchen. Macayla looked at her mother, tears streaming from her golden eyes as the wall almost silently, slid back into place.
"Where We's goin?" The little blonde girl asked as Macayla led her along the passage, the infant still her arms. "Hush Olivia! Mother said we have to hide so we are." She snapped. "K's..." Olivia said shutting up her pudgy hands holding the back to Macayla's dress.
The passage ended in a cave in the outskirts of the kingdom. Macayla knew they would be safe there for the night. She set up beds for all three out of leaves and twigs. She placed the infant in one of the make shift beds and sat down beside her. The necklaces tumbled out of her pocket. Macayla recognized them to be the family crest . Her parents both wore them around their necks. She picked one up and looked it over. The crest was simple, a silver dragon holding a pure onyx rose in its mouth. She slipped one chain over Olivia's neck, one over the infant's and one over her own.
