T W I N S

[Maltasar]

Like a black and tormented shadow he walked backward and forward in the oval room, his footsteps were less than a rustle on the smoothed and decorated tiles of the floor. Reading the ancient elfic texts engraved in the wall of the council room. Maltasar was nervous, was angry but mainly.... furious.
The anger was nothing, he had felt something turbulent. Something abject. Terrible. He hadn't seen but had perfectly felt. His telepathic ability with any mind and to foresee the future had informed him about that tumult. A tumult that for now it was in the mind of a only one but soon would have been of two. Then in three, and the whole kingdom finally would have known. A calamity. A calamity that ruined his plans.

He knew that he was arriving. Obviously with his warmonger mind would have pretended with arrogance what was his. The King however had spoken, any war would have been consented to Prince Nuada. The King had been informed of the principal intentions of his child by him and by twin youth, the Princess Nuala, had informed the King of his arrival and his intentions. The war was what Maltasar shared with the exiled Prince.
What that neither the King, neither the youth knew it was what instead Maltasar knew.
The Prince had been with a woman. The same woman that had seen at the market. What tormented the old elf wasn't that the Prince was amused with a young but that that young was still in his head and he it felt that was in that way. That clammy, deceitful and dirty creature that cohabited with the human ones. In their brief meeting where the disowned one was with her , he had read it in her fleeting and weak mind without she realized about the fact.

Maltasar now attended with a poisonous expression the arrival of the Prince, attending him in the empty room of the council with the intention to intercept him before committed a great mistake.

[Prince Nuada]

The arrival of prince Nuada had come up to all the ears of the kingdom. Surprised some, others without being able to believe it. But it was true. The return of the prince exiled was true and with him the hope for the world that was being dominated by the human beings, his world. With pason slow but elegant, dressed of leather and silk red, armed with his lethal white, magic and venous weapon it had come to the temple where his father was waiting for it and the whole court. He had stopped to his.... girl promising her that soon would be seen again. He alone said to her that he had matters to be solved, that it would have what was his for right and would return to her side to ask her for hand, to ask her in marriage, she wll be his future queen and he the future king when it should assemble the crown and should wake up the golden army. But, first he must speak with his father and convince him to break his dealing with the human beings although this was meaning the death of the king of the elves, of his father.

Nuada when it came to the moment closed his mind raising a protective shield that would keep it removed from any interfering, before any attempt of getting in his mind his sister, his adorable sister who was between the members of the advice. About so many years, so many centuries that he had not seen it. It was anticipating his presence increasingly and closer even the presence of.... Maltasar. The adviser of his father during times.

The sound of his black boots they stopped being heard, stopped and the eyes color amber of prince Nuada shone between the half-light. He could only see the The door keeper for the Elfen King of the Underworld. The creature is long, gangly, eight feet tall and wears silk and velvet steal. It also is long, spindly fingers that was on the threshold of that door in that the interior was Maltasar.

"My prince". The door keeper did an elegant inclination with the head moving his long fingers that were looking like branches of old trees.

"Maltasar, does he want to see me, true?". An ironic, almost sarcastic smile appeared in his thin and dark lips. Nuada, enclosed could smell his annoyance, an annoyance that was coming from those moments in which he had seen ayla in the market. He knew that Nuada had been with her... that she was his lover, the woman with whom he had decided to share his life. But, truly did they all know it?. They knew that he had a lover, a partner, a future queen who had pushed his sister back and who had cut completely the mental union that had always tied them.

"My prince. You are not wrong....". The guard of the door opened the way to him, her long hand provided by those long fingers they settled in the golden wood of the door of the council." Maltasara wants see you .He opened it slowly leaving that Nuada saw the one who was waiting for him. Nuada did not feel fear, this was the last feeling that he might feel towards Maltasar. It entered in the council hearing how the guard of the door was closing the door behind his remaining to alone with the adviser Real.

"Did you want to see me, Maltasar?". Nuada was walking slowly dropping his hand in the handle of his sword obsevando to the elf that had always been a shade for his father and for himself. "I do not know why I have the strange sensation that you want to speak with me with regard to me.... relation with a young woman elfa that has lived in the world of the human beings. True?. If you are going to set on yourself to my decision, truly you lose the time". His soft voice did began in that egg-shaped room in the half-light.

[Maltasar]

Had felt his presence behind the door. The noble prince had his usual arrogant and bold face. It was an ugly defect that had never lost, it was almost enervating to see him always in that spoiled bossy attitude and pedantic but Maltasar appreciated his thirst of power.
He wasn't changed, perhaps a little more older but on the face of King Balor's child it was still impossible to distinguish the age and seemed still a beardless boy. Midnight showed his insane and eerie smile with the whip of white teeth when saw him go beyond the door with his sure and fierce footstep. How much was young , how much still had to learn...
Midnight was very taller but very more slender, the prince had an impressive strength and impressive agility. Was a warrior, as once had been his father, the King. A warlike hot-blooded and irascible, thirsty of revenge. A perfect soldier for his darkness army. Soon wouldn't have been difficult to control him .

"Majesty"
greeted with a theatrical obeisance and bending with the long and bony back seeming a dry and decrepit branch. Of his figure was visible very few, Maltasar was half hidden in one of the dark angles of the room that was ,for him,tragically too much illuminated. His white face sprouted like a dismal and grotesque mask in the light and his eyes without life looked at him with clammy avarice. The bird guards closed the door of heavy brass behind his shoulders and in the empty and oval room were now only in two.

"Did you want to see me, Maltasar?"

Ah how much thoughts the crowded his young head. He felt them as if they were a restless river. How much was full of life that boy's mind. However, he didn't distract himself from what interested him more and with his forgery polite smile nodded with the head and doing another brief and subdued reverence. The long and silvery hair of Midnight were like a starry veil on his head similar to that of a skeleton. The soft mouth and refolded downward seemed to make effort to remove that deadly sneer when tried to smile.

"I do not know why I have the strange sensation that you want to speak with me with regard to me.... relation with a young woman elfa that has lived in the world of the human beings. True?. If you are going to set on yourself to my decision, truly you lose the time".

Maltasar gesticulated a no as if was a suspended puppet on threads and moved with the same theatricality of this quickly passing when met some filters of light and finally crossing the oval room between a dark zone to other and facing him as if it was a black tree above his blonde head. The long and shoals arms like stake lengthened with the fingers like white stake and did a fawn gesture
" it is not my interest. Does now the Prince perhaps have more tolerance with the human ones if he frequents those people who cohabit with them? "
the black lips did an unhealthy smile with the skeletal face that with the thin skin knitted for show a facial smile for the Prince.
The yellowish and silvery eyes seemed those of a hungry reptile and he read his mind with greediness. Perhaps he imagined that he and this girl had met. He was astute.
"I have looked for you for other reasons. You perfectly know how much I share with you your interest for the good of our people" speaking resonant and did a false gesture of love for the country bringing a skeletal hand on the heart "but as you you know I cannot intervene between our cause and the will of the King. My Prince knows about my enormous liking and respect for your figure I fear however that I have to brake your hurry... " and pointed his face from by high of his figure.
The prince could reach more or less the height of his abdomen. An elf usually was tall almost 2 meters or few less. Him by now it was something of deformed and twisted, seemed a creepy oak and by now away from the being a normal elf, if Nuada had the height of two meters or few less he was tall at least one more meter.

[Prince Nuada]

Nuada had entered that room in which Maltasar was waiting for it, without fear and without saying anything more to the guard of the door of the temple of his parents, he wanted to face that old elf that knew so much his father as himslef. With slow but majestic step, his figure wrapped in leather and red silk was differing between the darkness, to every step that every light that was entering that room seemed that it was giving him the welcome, the arrival of the exiled prince. Maltasar had always displeased him, since a child was an elf. It had always given him the sensation of belonging aside that Nuada had always avoided: Opportunist, suspicious, intelligent, ambitious. The perfect qualities to be the type of elv that wanted only to be able and more power, maquiavelo. Nuada always saw it next to his father, him whispering what it had to do, advising him sometimes so that alone Maltasar might go out the most favored.

Nuada might never forget his face that so much had displeased him along all his immortal life, he even could remember the smile that his lips formed in the moment in which he left the kingdom. Nuada raised his chin of a proud way and squinted her elongated fingers up to transforming into two thin lines color color amber, it without stopping looking, without separating the eyes of his, seeing his theatrical bow, doubling his oldest bones men his skin to re-shine between the shades. If he wanted to see it, there was it was he who, had gained access to his desires. But he supported his shields completely above, his mental shields that were preventing him anyone from being able to read his most intimate thoughts, his desires and his avidity. It did not even lower them for him, even it was the cause for which Nuada wanted to construct that psychic wall.

"What happens?. Do I scare you?". Nuada turned slightly the head towards a side with slowness, with gentleness as there it were all his movements, towards a side to see like that old elf it was walking between the darkness and it was not seen completely, accidentally to approach him. "For your information, she is not human. She has lived in the humans world , she is elf as you and as I".

Nuada corresponded to that evil smile, always with double knife-edge, always with double intention." She is the elf that I want her next to me. I have come to see my father to claim what is mine". Nuada continued it with the look without separating only one moment of him, hearing his words that had poison in each of his syllables. But, it seemed that he was not there, if without thinking about another person who had filled it completely the previous night and even he could smell her perfume in his skin.

"Soon I will be next to you again, ayla. I want to feel your skin against mine again. Please, said me something... I feel my self so alone now, with you to my side. You are my oasis"

Nuada was not with Maltasar in that ovalroom that was in the half-light. Only when in the deep of the his mind it heard his words and the communication with his love disappeared completely, it was cut to the moment. He opened the eyes slowly losing the celestial vision of his lover, the vision of her naked body that was his completely and of nobody more...


'I have to brake your hurry'

Nuada blinked and returned to that humid marble room, cold and, without life like that elf that was sliding like a snake. He began to feel how a hate flame was growing in his interior and was growing more and more when he was looking at it, when there was anticipating which there were his intentions. And they were to stop it, to hinder him in his union with ayla and in the securing of the golden crown.

"Nobody breaks my hurries, Maltasar to me. My father could not even do it in the past, when I was with next to him. You have never managed to influence me, you will not wash the brain to me as you have done with Balor. You are very wrong if you think the opposite".

Nuada was looking like a white tiger prepared for the attack, ready to attack, to kill it if he was intervening in the relation with ayla, his future queen and the mother his children. The one that will prevent his legendary family from falling down in the desolation and the forgotten.

[Maltasar]

"What happens?. Do I scare you?"

The day when I will be calm will be when I will see your grave. He beat in his mind leaving his grotesque smile on the face looking at him walk in the room with his haughty footstep and with the satisfied expression on the face. Was only a boy, who believed to frighten? In so many years of exile he didn't imagine what he had become.

"For your information, she is not human. She has lived in the humans world , she is elf as you and as I".

"What relief" with falsehood in the smile and in the expression that tried to seem happy and glad by the news " reason to be cautious highness. However it's not this that I wanted to speak about with you, the rwason it is of a more serious matter and very more remarkable problem than a woman. I spoke of your intention to talk with your father about of the army. My opinion is to wait my prince, surely your father won't be agree but I understand your urgency and you you know how much I arrange on the motivation but perhaps better to desist for now... " Maltasar went out of the shade and for facing have to bend to succeed in seeing his face even if always with the maximum respect and false subjugation to that beardless boy.

When Maltasar listened to his pretension to want the girl next to him had an expression on the face as if had bitten a rotten fruit but his face that seemed wrinkled marble immediately framed another grotesque smile and his thin fingers like copper gesticulated a reverence "Certainly how the prince desires, perhaps an union is really what that your father would like to see... "

Damned boy.... and I want really to know better this goddess of whom you speak.
Midnight understood that the prince was turning his telepathic thoughts with someone. Initially he thought about his twin sister Nuala but he didn't perceive her mind to join to his but on the contrary, another. The woman. Damned! He had broken and united his mental bond, now it was very more dangerous and difficult to maneuver him. He could be warned or admonished by two parts that could constitute a danger. Maltasar remembered the face of the young woman, unaware and easy. Weak. Had perhaps come the moment to have a second meeting with her... there was perhaps occasion to appraise how much that woman was weak and perhaps he would have succeeded in estranging her from him with simple tricks.

Soon me and you will meet again... girl... are you happy?. Me yes. Maltasar rejoyced malevolent thinking in his mind.

"Nobody breaks my hurries, Maltasar to me. My father could not even do it in the past, when I was with next to him. You have never managed to influence me, you will not wash the brain to me as you have done with Balor. You are very wrong if you think the opposite".

He lifted the hands to try to calm his impetuousness and lowering servile his head
" yes.. yes my prince. Anybody. However as befriend, believe me. Leave... " he stayed to low head approaching like a clammy snake and lifting only his eerie face when could look at him, bent like a branch but seizing the prince eyes with his voids and cold and reading his mind " only for this time... leave" he saw her image in his mind, smiling and happy. What a perfect prey.
" She would not be happy. Don't ... YOU believe?" smiled, Maltasar keeping on capturing his eyes " What would think... SHE if saw you now? Mh?... Irascible... bad... without scruples"

[Prince Nuada]

Nuada did not react when it saw his grotesque smile, a smile that he never have entrusted nor wished to see. It was a sewer rat, the elf more opportunist and more traitor. He might be the shame of his race. This some day would say it to himself, the day in which Maltasar was in his power. The figure of alone Nuada was walking around him, with the same position, without stopping supporting his hand on the handle of his always sharp and prepared sword. Elegant, slow steps and it was not separating his eyes amber of theirs. Threatening, challenging and he increasingly was strengthening his mental shields so that Maltasar could not read the messages that he was sending to the woman with whom he had been the previous night, the woman who would be his wife in a next future if she was accepting it.

"Then say to me about that you want to speak with me?. Do not make me lose the time, Maltasar. I have to speak with my father. It is the only one that can break with the truce that did with the human beings. I cannot wait, Maltasar!". His arms fell down on both sides of his body opening his hands in impatience gesture. "What I must do?. To wait another century and to see how do the human beings destroy our world?!. To wait how have we always done it?!!. I be the next King, I will control the golden army and I will be who takes our people to his maximum explendor as formerly, Maltasar!!!"

Nuada it did not step back when it saw like him it was going out to the light as a snake. Maltasar had not changed, his aspect was unpleasant, it was not a beautiful elf, it seemed that his nastiness had distorted his face, had deformed it.


"I cannot have an union on my sister. I cannot support an incestuous relation, for my this it is dirty!. I love a woman with whom I can have really a son, a heir who could generate in her belly!" Nuada was got impatient. The one who was Maltasar to explain to him which there would be his decisions. Maltasar for him, was not at all. It was not meaning anything. Maltasar was going to last very little during his reign, a reign that Nuada was hoping that it should take place soon and with the arrival of a new age for his people.

"ayla.... I miss you. I have cold, my skin acclaims yours. Our bodies again will join very quickly"


" She would not be happy. Don't ... YOU believe?" smiled, Maltasar keeping on capturing his eyes " What would think... SHE if saw you now? Mh?... Irascible... bad... without scruples"

Nuada squinted his eyes and walked over him slowly without do noise, with his hands pressed forming strong handles. His words wanted to provoke it him and perhaps he estubiera in the true thing, that she might be scared if it saw it in those moments in which he was close to losing the reason through the fault of that real adviser. Maltasar knew his good, he knew how to extract of him that image that had not showed to his dear one.

"She will decide her real way, her real future. With me next to me or separated from me. This face that she has not seen has been created by those that have provoked the death and the desolation to my village. The human beings. They are the culprits. If my woman he does not accept me as I am. She is free to be with me or to leave me. She has to choose...."

[Ayla]

Ayla walked across the roads of the troll market, few to few that they continued the crowd issued until only them remained to walk in the empty and more tortuous roads of that underground world.
She walked to few distance where Everto was, the elf that had met in the center of the market and that initially was seemed like an enemy. However Ayla didn't have trust on the new met and preferred so since from the looks of that eyes she still didn't succeed well in understand if was walking beside an ally or an enemy.
She was tremendously worried for the Prince, didn't know where he was with precision and neither had succeeded in inform her companions to the B.P.R.D. for ask reinforcements. Probably was better so, they wouldn't have understood.

Ayla irremediably felt alone, was forced in to have trust in Everto since was the only one that knew how to reach Bethmoora. Besides she was still worried after the meeting with that horrible creature, probably another elf, that had informed her about Nuada and of his intentions but also of the probable death premonition.
She didn't have any intention to allow that the Prince was killed, despite she hadn't succeeded in dissuading the Prince from his desire of revenge she hadn't lost the hopes to ask him to change idea. He was always in her mind, every instant prayed for seeing him again .
Had promised him that they would be seen again and that what had shard the night before it wasn't a thing without interest, she loved indeed the Prince and had taken in the heart the fates of the elf and even if she didn't know if was corrected or no say it, she considered him her love. She had understood that night that their minds were united in a strong union and that he had chosen to have that union with her.
She didn't stop to thinking about his words when he had asked her to stay to his side as wife and she had accepted also without precisely knowing what would have been her duties with that decision.
Had simply acted for the desire to be with him. The love was indeed a complicated thing and Ayla was understanding it with the Prince now.
She saw the good in him, saw the hope to can help him and this became a certainty each minute that passed when remembered the way according to which they loved. A creature able to love as he had done with her or say the words that he had confessed to her, couldn't be wicked.
Understood his necessity and his duty to not allow that his kind and his people died in a holocaust that now seemed to stagger between the human ones and the creatures of the magic world the choice.
She however also had to protect of the innocent lives but the life that she wanted to protect it was always in her mind and she would have preferred die rather than to leave that he died.

"ayla.... I miss you. I have cold, my skin acclaims yours. Our bodies again will join very quickly"

She stiffened. For an instant believed that Nuada was behind shoulders, his voice was so near that could almost feel the heat of his presence but she realized, with a little of disappointment, that he wasn't there they were mentally communicating.
Ayla walked, with discretion, to some footstep more far from Everto and as if nothing was happening looked for his mind finding after some instant.

"Nuada! Thank's God you're fine, I was so worry for you! I'm coming....! Please wait for me. Listen, don't meet your father , don't do it please Nuada. I'll explain you everything ....I've fear, so much fear...I need you. Please wait for me"She smiled imagining his smile and his face as if had him close to her and began to quickly walk making sign to Everto to hurry.
"You aren't alone Nuada. I'm still here. I'll be forever, you or the end"

[Everto]

Has Ayla and Everto walked in dirrection of Bethmoora, suddenly Ayla started running and signed to Everto to hurry...
Everto muttered to himself "Whats she up to now?...Maybe she established connection with the Prince!", Everto began running and was trying to catch up with Ayla.The girl was fast, it seemed she was really worried with the Prince...Maybe even something happened, or was about to happen...
Finally Everto caught up with her, she was gazing at the horizon has she ran...Everto noticed she was really worried, he decided they should sprint to Bethmoora but he should atleast comfort her...
"Don't worry...The Prince is stronguer than you think...He might not need our help at all...ALthough, I repeat my statement...DO not,under any circumstances, interfier with his destiny.Also do not, ask him to stop...Or else you will suffer severe consequences...I really don't want to harm you...", Everto really didn't want to hurt her, but if she does anything to the Prince, he will have to deal with her...

HAs they ran through the fields, they finally got a glimpse of the city.It's tall white towers could be seen from afar.
Everto turned to Ayla and asked "Where is his magisty currently located in the city?Is he already at the king's chamber?BEcause we'll have to pass through the guards and that will take some time...Se if you can convince the Prince to wait for us..."
Dammit!Things are not going acorde to plan...I should have been with the prince has he entered Bethmoora.Or I should have stayed there and wait for him...Damm,Damm,DAMMM! Everto was muttering to himself...

[Maltasar]

His fingers made a disgusting crunch while looking like a contrite reptile "Certainly, this is absolutely unthinkable. Your sister, our height Princess Nuala help your father with her infinite patience and wisdom. But it seems clear that nobody here has asked union of any kind ... "with the affirm of his head that was risen as if was that of an owl in trap he allowed to intend that the desire of his father wasn't what he took the command but the poisonous eyes of Maltasar already smiled malevolent continuing in his forgery prissiness "My prince knows that I believe in your claim for the succession. It's time for the elves and the whole kingdom to rise and no one better than you know how to guide us ..."

Lifting one finger long and thin like a branch smiled with his sharp teeth looking at Prince Nuada as if could break him with our eyes but none of this happened. He remained in that position contrite and servile with his back bent how much was possible showing the bony curve of his naked spine in the light armor and the shaman dress that wore.
The dress ended almost like a cloak but seemed to only start in the middle of the back and when moved the black cloak was a serpentine hiss.
"To your father won't love this idea and this union, you want an heir and you are not yet King. Furthermore I don't think this woman is of pure race like us. Not enough. Even if it is in that way is always a half-raised by humans, don't be reckless my prince ... you deserve a queen worthy of your magnificence. A virgin. Your father won't accept your marriage and not deemed you ready to succeed with your warmonger mind . Rebel against him is a very risky move ... "

Going behind him. How much was feeble his life, if he wanted could burn this like a flame on the wire. The darkness that enveloped in him had already begun to leap sull'feeble life of the prince, he probably felt the feeling of weakness and effort without explanation. Maltasar still stood careful to not stand too much close. Kill him still wasn't in his plans, there were many things that the prince had to do for him.

"Obviously, you can also ask your father to support you but I don't recommend to have a confrontation with him ... my prince, would be a too hasty move ...." Hissed behind him more closely and felt that life be sucked out the prince by his hands and went away just in time for withdraw "But I have always been faithful to Bethmoora and of course ... to you my prince" looked with the yellow eyes " ... I can help you to get what you want. My services will be useful if you want to achieve the victory at any price ....." his lips smiled disgustingly oblong lifting the face to see part of his face while he was behind him "but now you have to wait"

"Trust me prince .." fingers made a creaking noise, and seized on the shoulder of the Prince as a vice and unaware of the fact that he was listening to the mental conversation with the woman also, albeit slightly, the forces.

I'm coming....! Please wait for me. Listen, don't meet your father , don't do it please Nuada. I'll explain you everything ....I've fear, so much fear...

" I see you!" thought.
Malignant smiled, could see her in his mind with the unknown of the poor prince, who kept to speak sure that nobody could hear. Her eyes circled of black had an expression of victory and moved away the hand from the shoulder of the prince with one click.
The fingers creaking closed and rubbed them as if he was still rubbing the aeriform life subtracted.
"So .... what you'll do prince? Follow my advice .... I will be useful. I'll suggest to you the time for a meet with the King don't have fears ... The plan will not fail, you can have confidence "
and the waited for the prince answer still too much busy in gloat for the honey and soft words of the woman in his head that was running for a unnecessary rescue .
Nuada wouldn't have spoken with the King. Not today. Couldn't allow it. He, however, now that knew the woman who was sweet-voiced, that tiny creature that the prince wanted to sit on the throne, he saw the time to meet. She was coming and he would have intercepted her before of his beloved prince. There were so many things to speak about....

Poor little girl ....
Maltasar smiled and withdrew in the shadow mending from a window light bundle .

[Prince Nuada]

Nuada! Thank's God you're fine, I was so worry for you! I'm coming....! Please wait for me. Listen, don't meet your father , don't do it please Nuada. I'll explain you everything ....I've fear, so much fear...I need you. Please wait for me.You aren't alone Nuada. I'm still here. I'll be forever, you or the end"

He listened her to words to flow quickly like a river. Thanks to the gods she was alive, she was with him although not in body, if not in mind and spirit. His wife was with him and was always accompanying it. Even in the moments in which he was with Maltasar in those so unpleasant moments. He wanted to leave with his father to speak with him, but she, she said to him that not, that she should not meet him. But the time was running, he had no time, he must acclaim what was his, not even Maltasar might make to change opinion to him. The meeting with his father would mean the rupture of the truce that he did centuries behind with the human beings.

"A relation that is impossible. I have never felt for my sister Nuala desires that were impelling me to make her mine, after a heir was procreating. My father was mistaken if he thought someone that we would join only to preserve the purity of our race, Maltsar. My reign will mean the beginning of the survival of our people. I will be the Messiah who will bring the peace and I will be who will protect all the beings that the human beings have destroyed throughout the centuries".

Those were his last words before wanting to go out of that room to meet Balor. It turned his muscular back to leave but again he heard his poisonous words that went out of his mouth as if there were snakes. This made him be turned to look at it to the eyes that his squinted in a dangerous way. Some day, Nuada would cut the head of Maltasar, the day in which he was a king.

"My father will have to accept this union, because my wife was virgin before I was possessing it. She is mine and will forget her past, her previous life to be a worth queen next to me. It does not import for me if she is it is not of a pure race, what it imports for me is that I will be with her, and she will give to me a heir. This is what more matters for me"

Nuada continued him with the look, seeing like his slow movements they were going behind him. His eyes were moving with displeasure. It was like a big snake that was keeping his poison to release it in the appropriate moment, in the moment in which Nuada was weak, trapped, alone to confuse him , to make him doubt. But, he was losing the time. What he was feeling for his ayla was something that might never change, something that he might never avoid...

"I cannot wait!!. Every day our world it is more in the negligence, destroyed. My father is an idiot on not having done anything to avoid it. You do not know what I thought about the moment in which I returned to Bethmoora and saw like my kingdom it was hidden in the depths of the ground, as the human beings do what they want without thinking that they hurt us. And now you ask me to wait!!. I have waited many century until my patience has broken. I am going to speak with my father and I will kill it if he does not enter reason, although this supposes that my heart cries from sorrow to having seen it disappearing. The life of my father or the life of my kingdom? The life of my people".

His shoulder did not move when he felt his fingers to seize him strongly, knowing that he had discovered the presence of Ayla in his mind for that one was asking him and again that did not see his father. But, he could not listen to it, now he had to of keeping her removed from him, had to of hiding it, had to of separating it of Maltasar as soon as possible. To hide it in the deepest of his mind.

"I am not going to continue your advice, Maltasar". Nuada seized with more force the handle of his sword and was turned to look at that snake, to face him it was one of the things that he had always wished. But, even not." Alone is still mine. I know that you have known of the presence of Ayla. Only I warn you... Neither approach her, even nor touch it, this is for your own good, if you do it... I will begin to make to fulfill my own laws....

[Ayla]

Ayla stayed almost paralysed by the beauty of the first tall towers of the city. It was an architecture ever seen before: elaborate, stately it was simply unique. Any building or castle elaborated by the human ones could be compared to the boundaries of Bethmoora. A city that seemed immense despite it was hidden under meters of ground , it was an empire that despite vast it seemed to have a downfall shine. The blue electric of Ayla eyes distracted from that sight few far from the gates, she doubted that they could entered by the principal gates. She saw two imposing guards, Ayla however hid herself to the shade of a tree. Skipping the fact that there was a densest vegetation and bottom all that meters of ground around the boundaries, without light if not that that filtered from enormous holes that extended small bundles of light from the tall but insufficient one to make to grow all that vegetation. She was caught more and more by that so strange world. If was magic or similar she couldn't know it, her knowledges of that world were still so limited.

"Don't worry...The Prince is stronguer than you think...He might not need our help at all...ALthough, I repeat my statement...DO not,under any circumstances, interfier with his destiny.Also do not, ask him to stop...Or else you will suffer severe consequences...I really don't want to harm you..."

She turned to look at Everto staying hidden behind the trunk of the tree and being careful not to capture the attention of the strange guards that watched over before to an imposing decorated gate. " I perfectly know that the Prince is a superb warrior but that elf...at the market... has said something about Prince intention... that premonition of death. I....I feel that the Prince is in danger" the blue electric eyes of her glanced at his without fear" to me interests only that he doesn't risk the life, Everto. Nothing else" she sentenced with coldness looking at the face of the elf and answering with boldness to his admonition. " The Prince Nuada have hisdecision, and we have already spoken about this and I had submitted myself to his good sense. The rest is in his hands but I won't leave him be killed, not without having tried to prevent it. I prefer to die to his place , therefore Everto I hope that you are here for helping to protect him" she coldly said while was spying that the guards didn't acknowledged of their presence.

"Where is his magisty currently located in the city?Is he already at the king's chamber?BEcause we'll have to pass through the guards and that will take some time...Se if you can convince the Prince to wait for us..."

While was observing the strange guards by the head similar to that of a bird and tall perhaps almost two meters. Observing how much these aroused fear while they were being upright to the sides of the gate. Suddenly she read the thread of thoughts of Everto. Without understanding how . She listened.
Dammit!Things are not going acorde to plan...I should have been with the prince has he entered Bethmoora.Or I should have stayed there and wait for him...Damm,Damm,DAMMM!
Ayla didn't turn and didn't stop being sure that the guards didn't see them hidden, as if nothing was not happened and with a sure tone "No, I don't know where the Prince is. He prevents me to communicating with him and I don't know why but I don't like it. I cannot explain you how I telepathically speak, maybe he will tell you " . Ayla said, her blonde hair made to fall some lock in front of the face while was observing " the walls surround the whole kingdom but I believe that you can climb over them, you are more agile than me" says this turned to look at the elf in the eyes " I distract the guards while you can enter without being seen, looks for the Prince. The last thing that I have seen when we were in contact it was a circular room. Find him and protect him. I will try to reach you later " Ayla looked at Everto in the eyes with intensity hoping to can have trust in him. They didn't have other choice, if they tried to go beyond the gate the guardswould have seen them and perhaps kill them, the only choice was to leave that Everto found the Prince while she distracted the guards trying not to not be killed. "Well... then, good luck. Everto" said with the low voice before looking at him a last time and with a release running in toward the bird - guards attracting their attention. She hoped that Everto succeeded in overcoming the boundaries without being seen. It was the only hope.

[Everto]

I perfectly know that the Prince is a superb warrior but that elf...at the market... has said something about Prince intention... that premonition of death. I....I feel that the Prince is in danger to me interests only that he doesn't risk the life, Everto. Nothing else. The Prince Nuada have hisdecision, and we have already spoken about this and I had submitted myself to his good sense. The rest is in his hands but I won't leave him be killed, not without having tried to prevent it. I prefer to die to his place , therefore Everto I hope that you are here for helping to protect him.
Everto looked at Ayla, she really wanted to save the Prince...She didn't even cared about what he would do...Everto decided to appologise for his actions..."I'm sorry m'lady, It was not my intention to doubt you, It's just that...You work for that burue and, I couldn't stop feeling that you wanted to stop the prince...I'm really sorry. ANd I'm here to protect the Prince's life...His life is more important than ours, I don't fear death has long has the Prince can survive, his goal will change the history of the world forever, he must survive his encounter with his father..."

the walls surround the whole kingdom but I believe that you can climb over them, you are more agile than me. I distract the guards while you can enter without being seen, looks for the Prince. The last thing that I have seen when we were in contact it was a circular room. Find him and protect him. I will try to reach you later
Everto was surprised she wanted to risk her life fighting the guards...
"I really think we should work together...But your right...I must make haste and protect him, we'll meet you up inside...Be carefull m'lady..." he nodded Ayla with his head and he ran to the otherside of the wall...
Please be carefull... he thought to himself has he ran up the wall...

Everto landed on the roof of a short housing, the streets were almost empty, it seemed that the townspeople were gathering for an anouncemnet...Everto needed to hurry and reach the Prince in time...
He sprinted through the empty streets of Bethmoora and he was looking for any signs of the Prince, but he was no where to be found...
Dammit where is he?Ayla mentioned something about a circular room...GOT IT, his majesty is at the chamber of the guardians...But if so he is close to the throne room...I must hurry!, he ran all the way to the castle, only to stop and sneak inside it using the underground entrance he found when he was a captive.

Everto finally made it to the door that leaded to the room, he hoped he was not too late...He grabbed his scythe and he entered the room, the scythe was just a precotion so that if there were some guards...He would be prepared...