OOC: if you want me to take the mention of 'king' out, or change this in some other way, feel free to say Isabelle
. Be back in a little bit to format
~Liz~
Max quickly tells me that he didn’t mean any offense, but in truth I never thought he did… Maybe he misunderstood what I said, but basically it just doesn’t sound right him referring to me like that…
He might only be four years older than me, but four years at my age is a pretty big gap, and I’m not so sure how relationships – or rather friendships like this, work… I mean it’s not like I’m going to talk to him about how school is going or anything like that, like I do with Kyle…
Those four years make for a real difference… He’s working or studying at college, probably got a serious girlfriend maybe… I start at the thought.
Where did that come from…? I shake my head inwardly and decide to concentrate on what we’re here for…
The fact remains that he wanted to talk to me, and when I ask him about it, he nods slightly, taking a sip of his tea and then putting down his cup in order to focus on me it seems. I shiver slightly, a little nerved by the attention…
Maybe it’s a knock on of my powers, and the need I’ve always felt to hide them, but I don’t do too well in the spotlight… In fact, I hate being the centre of attention…
Still, we’re just having a conversation, nothing scary about that…right…?
“You’re right Liz. There’s a lot you need to know…”
I think we already went over this…plenty more to tell, that’s the reason we’re here isn’t it…?
“Part of it is something I really wanted to tell you myself before Michael did…” He pauses a moment and I can’t help wondering what he’s thinking. Of course I’m also wondering what he could be meaning too…I don’t know anything about this Michael, but if there’s something Max wants to tell me alone, I guess it must be pretty important…
He looks down at his drink, almost as though he’s searching for answers in the dark brown liquid. I find myself watching him curiously, strangely eager to find out more about this man…
Suddenly he looks up again and I feel my cheeks grow a little hot as I realize he’s going to know I was watching him… It’s not like I was doing anything wrong though…I mean we’re both sat here, where else am I supposed to look…? I sigh and bite my lip.
So why does it make me feel like I’m a cat caught in the healights of an oncoming car. Boy I feel stupid…
Strangely enough though, I’m not even sure he realises, and a strange look passes over his face. He’s silent for a few more moments, I’m assuming gathering his thoughts, and then finally he speaks again.
“Well, I told you yesterday about the war on antar. A man called Khivar attacked our world… That’s when the four of us were sent to safety here, to hide, unitil it was safe to bring us back. ”
I nod slowly as he continues with his explanation, but I don’t really see what all this has to do with me… I’m not even certain that I believe all this is for real, although I guess the flashes, and the way that he knows my powers well, would seem to indicate that it is so…no matter how unlikely that might seem… But even if it is, and say that I do, I mean why was he so eager to tell me about a war that was apparently over and done, oh and lost incidentally, before I was even born…?
“But they lost the war, Khivar killed our parents, seized the throne and took over our world…”
I feel a few tears spring to my eyes at the mention of the death of parents I have never known, but mostly I’m just confused.
I just don’t see why this would be such a big thing he wanted to tell me about in private, I mean basically he’s giving me a history lesson… it might be interesting sure, in a sad way of course, but I hardly think it’s pressing… I mean it might also seem a little more worthwhile if I was ever going to get to see this planet…if it really exists, but I’m not, even if it does…
I open my mouth, about to press him to explain himself, as he begins to speak again and I fall silent once more, listening to what comes next.
“You see, Liz, there was a reason the four of us were chosen and sent here that day. We’re not just ordinary people from Antar. We’re atually kinda important there even though we weren’t even born yet…”
I shake my head, still not understanding what he means. Then, in a second he drops his bombshell. “Your mother was a princess, the governor of one of the larger regions of Antar.”
A princess…ok, now I know that he’s joking… I feel like I should just turn off from what he’s saying, it’s all so ridiculous and even if I didn’t know before, I guess I know he has to be having me on now…right…?
Somehow, I can’t turn off though, and his next words throw me into even more of a spin if that’s possible.
“That means you are a princess, too…”
I hear myself gasp, but it’s almost as though I’m not really there… I don’t know what to say about this…it sounds so… I shake my head, about to tell him not to be so stupid and then I remember the words he used in my head a few moments earlier…
Maybe it wasn’t completely a pet name he was using… I take a few deep breaths and force myself to continue to follow what he’s saying until the end.
In a moment I can freak, for now I need to listen…
“Your name, the one your mother gave you, is Lareina…”
Lareina… The name sounds strange, and yet somehow quite comfortable too… It’s quite pretty I guess…sounds nice in your mouth… Of course the idea that it’s my name still seems crazy though… I’m Liz, Liz Parker…I have been for as long as I can remember… I swallow and look over at Max. “L-lariena…” I stumble a little over it and then give a wry smile. “Well I guess it could be worse…”
I want to laugh at my own joke, but somehow this just doesn’t seem like the place for such levity right now… What Max has just told me has multiplied my questions by no end and I guess it’s time to ask some of them.
I lift my mug to my mouth, sipping the drink inside slowly and setting it back down on the table as I realise it’s gone cold… Not really paying that much attention to what I’m doing, I wave my hand over the drink, instantly heating it although my gaze is fixed on Max. “So…if I’m a p-princess, as you say…what are you…a prince or a king or something…?” I begin to laugh, but soon my chest tightens as I see the look on his face.
Oh G**…he can’t be serious… I swallow and try to change the subject a little. “What’s your name anyway…assuming your parents named you too…?”
