Kingdom Of The Damned

een before. The ceiling she woke up staring at is black, like coal after being burned. Sitting up, Athena sees that she's somewhere unknown. Somewhere she's frightened of being. Tears form in

slightly before her. Athena is highly confused, but then again, this whole thing has her head spinning with confusion. She turns to one of the guards. "Excuse me... can you tell me where I am?" She kindly asks, though her voice is a bit hesitant and unsure. "Your majesty, you're in the highest tower, go down to your right and down to the bottom of the stairs where your guard is waiting for you to take you to the King," The guard says, with a straight face, and never does he look at her. His eyes are on the wall in front of him, on the other side of the hallway. Nodding her head, she obeys him. Though, she does find those guards rather strange, but then she thinks to herself that she might be the strange one here. As, she's the outsider of this place, wherever it is. She walks down the steps of the tower, going in circles around a pole, her hand stroking the wall as she passes them. The eyes watch where she goes, as it's rather dark and no lighting is by the stairs and it's hard to see where she's going. Her feet are growing tired from walking down all those stairs and she fears for the time that she has to walk back up. Though, her first mission is to get to the bottom of where she is and to figure out how to get back home, and back to her brothers. As the other guard said, as soon as she reaches the bottom, a man dressed in the same uniform is standing there. "Follow me, your majesty" He simply says and walks off, she has no other choice but to follow him. She wonders why not only him but also the other guard she talked to had called her 'majesty'. She's smart enough to know that, that title only belongs to royals and as stated before, she is not one. How wrong she is. This place that she's in, isn't very lit up and it's rather dark. Many dark corners are around and staying in the middle of the hallway is better. She doesn't exactly know how she can see in this darkness, yet somehow she is able to. The guard stops when he has lead her in front of two doors, two other guards stand on either side of the doors. They open the door. The guard that lead her there stepped aside and Athena walks in front of him, and the doors close behind her. She looks around and she notices she's now in a ballroom of sorts, though, it's the only place that is lit better. Looking around, she sees that the floor is made out of some material that resembles rubies, the walls are red, but unlike all the other walls she has seen, these ones have carving in them, patterns. She doesn't know what these patterns are but they are beautiful in her mind. This whole place is unique and very beautiful. Then she sees the two thrones that stand tall on a little hill that has been made and stairs all around them. A man sits on one of the thrones and guesses that he is the person who is in charge in this place. "Athena, come my dear, join me" He calls out to her. She slowly walks over to him, afraid out of her mind. It takes everything in her to not begin to violently shake and tremble from fear. She doesn't know this man, yet she's afraid of him, but somehow she trusts him. Her own body and mind aren't agreeing with her, and that confuses her gravely. She walks to the beginning of the stairs and stops, she looks at the man, and now she can see him better. He wears a crown She doesn't know if she has to bow down before him, or not. The girl has never been in the presence of a royal before and doesn't have the faintest idea of what to do when it comes to royal blood. The man however, stands up and walks down the few steps that lead down to the floor. When he stands on the last step, right in front of Arabella, she can see his face better than before. The red glowing eyes that he carries can send any man into their grave from fright, yet she doesn't seem frightened of them. She should be, yet isn't. His hair is black as the night, and few strands cover his forehead, but that can also be the work of the golden crown that is placed upon his head, that pushes the hair down. His skin is pale, like a sheet and it matches her own pale skin. She can't help but stare at this strange man, her eyes searching his face. Judging by his facial expressions, she figures that he's calm and happy. As most royals should be. "My dear, you grow more beautiful, the longer I stare at you" He says, his voice is deep, yet comforting. His voice is yet but a whisper, but she heard it and she felt her legs almost give out from the sound of it. She's never felt this way before and doesn't know what is happening to her. "... Thank you" She whispers back, not sure what else to say. Though, it's hard to miss the questionable look that has taken over her face. The man in front of her, takes her hands into his and gently pulls her towards the stairs, so she follows him up. Not, that she ever had a choice in the matter, he holds her hands. They were warm and nice, they were also gentle and made her feel safe and protected, something that she has only felt with her brothers. But, only as a family love that she has grown up with, this is something else. And she likes it, and perhaps she'd like to know more of the things that she's feeling and it all involves the man that holds her hands in his. He lets go of her hand and sits on the throne that he sat on before. Athena stands there awkwardly, in front of the two thrones. "Sit" He tells her and gestures for the throne beside his one. She looks at it and she can't believe that this man that she doesn't even know wants her to sit on a throne that is meant for royalty. It's insanity, then again this whole thing is. Unsure with herself, she goes to the throne, turns around and sits on it. Somehow, it feels right to be there and she feels right at home. "Now, this is mor