Kismet

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Submitted: October 10, 2016

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I awoke with a smile, my body remembering the sensation I felt before falling unconscious. Then I remembered the events that led up to that sensation and sat up quickly. The room I was in was brightly lit and well decorated. “You’re awake,” a deep voice spoke from the corner of the room. I flinched and turned. It was the same person who had intruded my barrier. I could tell by the unmistaken scent. I instinctively reached for my neck and felt the skin that he’d touched. It didn’t burn anymore and there was no other tangible difference on my neck. The skin was smooth, not burnt. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. “What’s your name?” he asked.

I stared in silence. I wondered how good my odds were at taking him down. I didn’t have any weapons on me and he looked stronger than I was but I could probably make a run for the door if I positioned myself well enough. He sighed. “You can’t escape,” he scolded as if reading my thoughts.

“Is that a challenge?” I asked. He grinned.

“Tell me your name,” he commanded.

“Luna,” I replied instinctively. I furrowed my brow in confusion. I hadn’t meant to do that. It slipped out. “Oh fuck,” I cursed as I realized the situation I was in.

“Give me your hand,” he commanded once more. I reached my hand towards him, palm up, as quickly and obediently as if my instincts were forcing me to. He took my hand in his and traced the lines on my palm. I wanted to take my arm back but I didn’t move. My body was listening to my mind but there was a stronger part of me that didn’t want to take back the hand. I knew that I couldn’t fight it. He showed me the inside of his wrist. I could see a light silver symbol tattooed over him. “You can’t escape, because I own you now,” he continued. Panic started setting in.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“My name is Syrus,” he answered.

“As in Prince Syrus?!” I asked. He nodded. I stared dumbfounded. I was bound. But more impossibly I was bound to the son of the King of the Kingdoms of men. All of the time that I had spent alluding the Kingdom, and now I was bound to it’s prince. “What the fuck!” I exclaimed. He frowned.

“You curse too much,” he stated.

“How did you find me?!” I demanded. “What do you want from me?!”

“Well that’s obvious isn’t it?” he stood. “You were one of the most uncontrollable powers outside of the territories. You were a wild card and you needed to be regulated.” He started pacing around the bed. “You and your little band of mercenaries...” He stood at the window and peered outside. “The renowned Monstrifer... you’re finally in allegiance to one of the territories.”

“Unwillingly,” I muttered under my breath. “Seven and Olive!” I remembered.

“They’re fine,” Syrus assured. “They’ve been accepted into the kingdom as guests of the king.” My heart sank in relief. I wanted badly to see them. To find out exactly what had happened from their point of view. But before I stood to search something was bothering me.

“How did you know it was me?” I asked him. He turned to look at me. I understood at least in part what had happened. The target was a set up. That much I understood. They wanted to get me in an enclosed space with enough distractions that I wouldn’t immediately understand what was going on. I’m assuming the prince had to use his ability to get through my barrier, which I was still very confused about, and make contact with me to bind me to him. But binding was a very particular event. A Soul can only bind with one Spirit, and everyone is born with either or. There is no way to tell who has a Soul and who has a Spirit, and even if you could, there’s no way to know who is your Spirit or your Soul.

I had heard of a system used in some territories where couples would be raised together and observed carefully over the years. Supposedly you could tell who had a connection based on the children’s preferences. Apparently Souls and Spirits had preferences towards each other and started wanting to spend time together from an early age. But the Prince was a stranger to me. We only knew of each other. I even took great care to keep my identity hidden so there was no reason to believe he even knew what I looked like.

“I would have killed you,” I stated coldly. “If it wasn’t me, I would have killed you without hesitation.”

His lips curled into a grin. “You would have tried.”
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