Chapter 7: (no current name) Part 9

"If he knew of his death, wouldn't he have tried to prevent it?"

"He must have known something we didn't"

Crystaall and Grey-Kast looked at each other and then sighed, turning away. They both began to wonder what could have stopped Vex from preventing his own death. Was it the future that entailed Crystaall's true destiny that stopped it? Or was it another being in the Force that had halted his attempts? They both came to the conclusion that he might have just accepted his death, knowing he would be saving someone important. But there was a little thing inside Grey-Kast telling him that something else had intervened and allowed him to accept it. But their thinking was cut off as the doors opened and they both looked out the balcony to see that night had finally arrived and many lights colored the sky. Turning toward the door, they saw the Queen in a very fancy red and golden dress with a massive head-ornament that portrayed the same colors. Crystaall's silk black dress couldn't compare to its exquisite design and Grey-Kast's tacky smuggler outfit was not fit for a party. He shrugged his shoulders as Crystaall stood up and bowed her head to her mother, and Kast did the same, only in respect of the woman's position.

"So, are you two conversing done talking about me?"

"But we never were. Grey-Kast was telling me the truth of my past and about Vex."

"Vex? You mean the Vex that kept you from me so you could become something like him?"

"He knew me better than you ever will! He knew I was not fit for this lifestyle. I was born a fighter, not a royal. And you weren't either. You just hide behind a mask."

"How dare you! I-"

"How dare I!? Damn you! Look at me! I am your only child, and you dare throw hatred, and screaming, and extreme violence in my face. I went through hell and back to learn my past. And all I found is this. A Queen that no longer deserves the title of Mother."

Crystaall walked forward and pushed her way through her mother as she stormed down the hallway in anger. Her cheeks were red with frustration and her fists were clenched tight. Her legs were tight and barely bent as she marched toward the plaza. She could see out the windows that that was where the main attraction and party was. A party that celebrated her return to her home. A return she wished she never made.