the love & the spark
The Queen had grown to hate the quiet. She knew something would be brewing, and by the taste of the thick air it would be soon that something would go wrong. Her son had wronged another pack, stolen and impregnated a soulmate of a Prince in Tarben. How could he be so foolish to do something like that? Let alone being the heir, she thought that sort of title would give him a better understanding of his roles and how to play them. Her anger wasn't just towards him however, but towards Aurora - The brightly colored who/re must have seduced her son, trying to trap him. Either way she'd end up with a Prince, but Hermes was an heir. After all, that was her story, right? To end up the wife and Queen, that's what she was raised to be? So that must have been what she was after.
Her blood was boiling as she thought on it, the pair, the two children who were obviously not her grandchildren but resided in the pack regardless. It made her sick. But, as quickly as she felt the anger, her blood ran cold at Achilles chilling, angered call. Her tipped audits perked as she took to the sky, finding her way to their meeting grounds. Her eyes set on her red lover, but then to the gray shell of her daughter. Her breath hitched in her chest as she landed, eyes wide and full of tears as she clung to her dead Iris. Her baby girl. Her breath finally returned only to let out wails of grief and pain as her wings spread across the no longer sky painted girl. Blood covered her neck, and the smell of an all too familiar scent wafted through her nares - Tarben. Violent sobs muffled her hearing of the confusion of her family members, all but Apollo's scream who had shared a bond tighter with Iris than the other siblings. They were both the only ones without wings. ”Why is she dead?!” Her sobs grew softer as she felt Apollo attempt to nudge her.
”Tarben has instigated war. Phobus, their refugee that was supposed to stay in Tarben borders, killed Iris.” He gave time for everyone to drink in the reality of that statement, not replying to anyone, and once it was silent again, Achilles spoke once more. ”At dawn, we will be going to Proving Grounds for war against Tarben. Cosette and Aurora, as the acting Zetas, you are to stay here with the children. This includes Hermes and Aurora’s children, Cosette and Marius’s little ones, Pandora and I’s youngest four, and Remus and Artemis’s children. Given our location to the site of war, please keep your eyes on them. Over half of them are your children, so I imagine you should have no issues, but if you would feel safer with a third here, I can make arrangements. Leading the front lines will be me, Pandora, Remus, Artemis, Hermes, and Aeolus. Those left that can fly will be aerial combat, and the ones who can’t will be part of the back lines. From my understanding, we have advantage on flight, but they have many ice wielders. Additionally, many of their members are at least partly dire, so they individually are larger than us. It may require teamwork to take them down.
Her mates speech of war and avenging the death of their daughter, the packs princess, made her anger swiftly return. Sniffling, she stumbled to stand and lift herself from her dead child. Her arctic gaze swept to Hermes, Aurora, their children. "This . . . This is all your fault." She spat at her son and his spider. "I hope she was worth your sisters death, Hermes. I hope she was worth the throne, the bastards, a war. I hope all of this was worth it." Her ears flattened against her skull as she growled. Tears still poured from her eyes, her daughter Achelois came beside her to let her lean on her. Her wing outstretched. "Mother." She said softly, in an attempt to calm her. Nike and Khione sat near their father, sharing tears of their own in silent sobs. Though they didn't dare speak. ”We did not reap innocent lives. They did, not once, but twice. We will avenge Iris and Lazarus. You have a few moments before I go bury her.”
Her arctic eyes closed as she lowered her head in defeat, knowing this may be the first of many deaths of her children with the war brewing now. She nuzzled into Iris's gray pelt, another sob following. "I am so sorry that I failed you, Iris . . . We will meet again." She murmured, before silently stepping back. The only noises she would make would be to sniffle as she stared at the ground, until Achilles would step forward to take her body to bury it. Pandora waited a couple moments, before deciding to take off to be there. Her feline form landed gracefully, seeing him cry over their daughter. Buried next to Lazarus. Her own tears clouded her vision as she sniffled, extending her wing out to place over her mate. "Achilles . . ." She said softly. "We can't let them rule if we don't come home from this war. They will not lead our people correctly. Hermes is only an heir, and look at all the destruction he has caused us so far . . . Iris is dead, we're all looking over our shoulders, his witch of a woman birthed bastards, and Shuu is missing too . . ." She said quietly. "Someone else needs to be appointed." Her arctic gaze flicked to her beloved.
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