Morgan Rice: 5 Beginnings (Turned, Arena one, A Quest of Heroes, Rise of the Dragons, and Slave, Warrior, Queen)

by Morgan Rice

  Had she made the right choice in rejecting Thanos? She thought she had, but why then, whenever she thought about his forlorn face when she had rejected him, did it feel as if everything was wrong?

  On the other side of the door, keys rattled, and then someone inserted a key into the keyhole. Expecting the queen or an Empire soldier, she scuttled away from the door on hands and knees and dried her tears.

  When the door opened, Anka stood in the doorway. She strode into the room and shut the door behind her.

  Ceres hopped to her feet, a feeling of elation rushing through her. She ran to Anka and threw arms around her, squeezing tightly.

  “You need to get out of here before we are discovered,” Anka said. “Go seek out Rexus. The rebellion’s new headquarters are down by fisherman’s bay, inside Harbor Cave.”

  Ceres knew the cave well, having played there many times with her brothers growing up. She looked at Anka, so small and lovely, and she could not bear to leave her friend here alone amidst the wolves.

  “Come with me,” Ceres said, grabbing her hand.

  “I cannot. I must stay here until my mission is complete,” Anka said. “But here, take this.”

  Anka slipped her gray hooded cape off and draped it around Ceres’s shoulders.

  “How will I ever repay you?” Ceres said, embracing Anka again.

  “You owe me nothing,” Anka said with a smile.

  Ceres nodded, remembering speaking those exact words when she rescued Anka from the slaver cart.

  “On second thought,” Anka said with a smirk, “join the rebellion and make them pay for every person that was ever forced into slavery.”

  “I will,” Ceres said.

  Just before Ceres left, she snatched her sword from beneath the bed and fastened the scabbard around her waist. She drew the hood over her head and darted down the stairwell, thrilled to finally be joining the rebellion from within, to stand beside Rexus in the fight for liberty.

  She ran down the corridor, eyes peeled, ears alert, her heart galloping. She knew exactly where the guards stood watch, and as she maneuvered through the palace, she made sure to avoid those areas. Moving swiftly, quietly, and above all, in the shadows, she made herself invisible. She reached the kitchen and weaved through boxes of food and past cooks and servants busily working on the royals’ next meal.

  Stepping into the courtyard, she slunk behind crates of wine and carts of food, passing slaves and Empire soldiers who had their attention elsewhere.

  Just as she exited the side gates, she saw an Empire soldier holding up a scroll, speaking from the platform right in front of the palace, dozens of citizens huddling around.

  “It has been declared that Prince Thanos will marry the commoner, Ceres. Due to this union, King Claudius and the rebellion have agreed upon a truce. All citizens are hereby commanded to cease and desist any and all opposition to the Empire, which includes…”

  His voice faded as she skirted around the corner of a building.

  For a few moments, Ceres became breathless, paralyzed, her heart pounding in her throat. The marriage was being publicly announced even though she hadn’t agreed to it.

  Ceres ran as fast as she could, sprinting down the street. Panting, lungs on fire, she flew by carnage and wreckage southward toward the ocean, the breeze streaming against her body. She cautiously followed the back roads leading to the bay.

  The rocky shore was difficult to maneuver, but Ceres dashed as fast as she could towards Rexus’s cave. On she ran, hopping over large boulders, stepping on small stones, the sun a globe of fire on her head, causing her to sweat. Even when her legs demanded she stop, and her mouth became parched, she continued on past fishermen and boats, the seagulls above soaring against the blue sky.

  I will rest once I am at the cave, she told herself, and with every stride, the excitement in her bosom grew. So much had changed since she had last seen Rexus, and even though it had only been days, it felt as if it had been months. Would things be the same? She needed to share her mourning of her brother with someone, someone who would understand.

  By the time she reached the cave the sun had started to set, and the cavern in the mountainside was a gaping black hole behind warped vines and slimy mosses. Other than a handful of scouts hiding on the cliffs and behind bushes, watching her, the outside looked abandoned.

  Ceres found herself stopped by flaming arrows shot to the ground right before her feet. She looked up, irritated that they didn’t recognize her.

  “I am here for Rexus. Nesos and Sartes are my brothers! I am with the rebellion!” she yelled.

  Two watchers climbed down from the mountainside, bows strung with arrows, approaching Ceres.

  “I must search you for weapons,” one said.

  “I have a sword, but you will not take it from me,” she insisted, opening up the cape, revealing her father’s sword.

  “Then you will not be allowed inside,” he said.

  Had they not heard her?

  “My name is Ceres and my brothers, Nesos and Sartes, are with the rebellion,”

  she said with an irritated voice. “I am with the rebellion. Rexus sent me on a mission to the palace and I am here to report. Go ask him. He will vouch for me.”

  “You’re the girl who is supposed to marry Prince Thanos,” the other watcher said, mockingly.

  She didn’t want to waste time explaining to them that, no, she wasn’t going to marry Thanos and that she had refused him. Rexus would vouch for her once she was inside.

  “Go tell Rexus I am here to report,” she said, her voice stern.

  One of the watchers headed inside, while the other held her at arrow-point. After a few minutes, the watcher returned.

  “Rexus will not see you. He told me to tell you to go marry your prince charming, and to stay away from the rebellion,” he said.

  She gasped, bursts of pain, but also wrath clenching inside. He would not see her? He thought she had agreed to marry Prince Thanos?

  “I demand to see him at once!” she shouted, her body rigid.

  “Get lost,” one of the watchers said, nudging her with the tip of his arrow.

  Ceres realized standing here and arguing would not make one difference.

  She spun around, clipping one of the watcher’s feet from underneath him so he fell to the rocks with a thud, and before the other watcher could react, she had already drawn her sword and knocked him unconscious with her hilt.

  With not a second to waste, arrows raining down at her, she sprinted into the cave. She zoomed by dark, glistening walls, her eyes on the lit torches in the distance, her hands fumbling to get her sword back into its sheath.

  “Stop!”

  Yells came from behind her, but she would not stop. She would see Rexus, and as soon as she would be given a chance to explain, he would understand that she loved him, and she would know she loved him too. More than Thanos. More than anyone.

  “Rexus!” she yelled, slipping on the slimy rocks.

  She reached the end of the narrowing, and when she stepped into the larger space, hundreds of eyes were on her, menacing expressions causing her to want to shrink.

  “Seize her!” someone yelled.

  “I need to speak with Rexus!” she yelled.

  A mob of men gathered around her, grabbing her arms. One took her sword and it vanished into the crowd of men and women.

  “Rexus!” she yelled.

  The mob opened up, and Rexus was standing there before her, his blond hair gleaming in the light of the torches. He looked so forlorn, Ceres thought.

  “Rexus,” she said, tears in her eyes.

  She wrestled free from her captors and threw herself against his firm chest, embracing him so tightly, he grunted.

  After a few moments, she noticed his arms were still by his side, limp, not embracing her in return. She pulled back a little and looked up into his gorgeous face. It was as hard and cold as ice.

  “I didn’t send you on a mission to marry Prince Thanos.
I sent you to gain the royals’ trust,” he said, his eyes burning with hatred.

  “I refused to marry Prince Thanos, but the queen pushed it through anyway!” Ceres said.

  “What made the prince think he could marry you in the first place? Were you encouraging him?”

  The crowd went silent, waiting for her answer.

  “Can we please go somewhere quiet to talk,” Ceres asked.

  “No. I want everyone to witness this.”

  “Rexus, you know me. You have known me for years! Why are you doing this?” she asked.

  “There must have been some reason he thought he should ask you.”

  “What? Rexus, I denied him!” Ceres yelled.

  “Of all the people to betray me, I never thought you would.”

  “But I—” Ceres started.

  “One of the princesses at the palace sought me out and told me she had seen you and Thanos in the library gardens, kissing,” Rexus said.

  “Stephania?” Ceres asked.

  Rexus’s eyes flared just a tad, then softened, and she hoped maybe he would finally listen.

  “So it is not true?” he asked, a look of slight relief on his face.

  “Stephania was supposed to marry Thanos, but when the king and queen saw their opportunity to create peace in the Empire, they broke off their engagement and—”

  “First, answer my question. Did you kiss him?” he pressed.

  She couldn’t lie to him, but she could explain. Or at least try to.

  “Yes. But—”

  “And was it of your own free will and choice?” he continued.

  She couldn’t respond to that. She just couldn’t, for so many reasons.

  Rexus nodded, knowingly, his nostrils flaring, his expression hard again.

  “So how can I then believe that you declined his proposal of marriage? Maybe you have even been sent as a spy here?” he said.

  “No!”

  “Get her out of here. And let it be known to every revolutionary that Ceres is banned from joining the rebellion forever!” Rexus said.

  He swiveled around, but then stopped and glanced back at Ceres one more time, his expression disturbed.

  “And I thought you should know. Nesos endured to the end. He gave his life for the rebellion while his sister was off flirting with the enemy.”

  She collapsed to the ground, her grief crushing her heart so thoroughly, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see, her eyes overflowing with tears.

  As the revolutionaries dragged her out of the cave, she called her brother’s name again and again. Everything she had was now lost to her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  “May I have a word?” Thanos asked Cosmas in the library, his hands shaking like leaves caught in a storm.

  Cosmas looked up from reading a scroll, his expression worried, but loving.

  “Of course.”

  They walked together out into the palace gardens and sat on a bench in front of the marble fountain, beneath a cloudy sky.

  “What can I help you with, son?” Cosmas asked.

  Thanos huffed.

  “The king and queen commanded Ceres and I to be wed to restore the peace in the land,” he said.

  “So I heard.”

  “She rejected me.”

  “Ah, that, too, I heard.”

  Thanos took a deep cleansing breath.

  “I have fallen in love with Ceres, but she believes I only proposed because I was commanded to.”

  Cosmas nodded, paused, and brought a hand to his chin.

  “Have you spoken to her, opened your heart and let her know how you feel?” Cosmas asked.”

  “I told her some things, but I didn’t tell her I loved her,” Thanos relied.

  “Heavens, why not?”

  She had been so angry with him, he remembered, but that hadn’t been why he had held back.

  “When I was on my mission, I fought with her brother and he fell onto his sword and died. I told Ceres what happened, but she was so furious with me, it was as if she believed I had killed him.”

  Cosmas nodded, pondering.

  “You told her the truth, and she will be devastated and angry and hurt for a time. If you had remained silent, and she found out, she would never have forgiven you. You did the right thing.”

  “But she hates me now, even though I tried to save her brother,” Thanos said.

  “I have known you your entire life, Thanos. You are a good man.”

  Thanos moaned.

  “How am I a good man when I am ready to run away and leave everything behind?”

  “Running away might offer you a new start, but soon the ghosts of the past will come to haunt you,” Cosmas said. “You must talk to her, and then she can decide.”

  “She will not speak to me.” Then Thanos had a thought. “Will you try and talk some sense into her?” he pleaded.

  Cosmas bushy eyebrows grew heavy and he huffed.

  “Very well, but only if you promise me you will tell her you love her.”

  Thanos nodded. “I promise.”

  *

  Ceres ran back through the palace, dashing up the stairs three at a time. She tore past Empire soldiers who tried to arrest her, and darted toward Thanos’s chamber, her feet moving so fast they barely touched the marble floors. Thanos was the only one who could help her at this point, she knew, and if he refused, she would drag him back to Harbor Cave bound and gagged if needed. Thanos needed to tell Rexus that she indeed had declined his proposal, and to allow her a chance to join the revolutionaries.

  When she stormed into Thanos’s room, she was sorely disappointed to find it empty.

  She sprinted toward the palace gardens, looked in the royal practice arena, and even checked the blacksmith’s chalet. But he was nowhere. It was as if Thanos had vanished into thin air.

  The library, of course! she thought.

  As she shot back through the gardens, she saw the queen standing on the veranda, eyes like a hawk, a hint of a conniving smile on her lips. And then four Empire soldiers rushed out from behind bushes and trees, arresting Ceres, their grips around her arms so tight it was painful.

  “Thanos!” she screamed, thrashing legs. “Thanos!”

  But he did not come.

  The Empire soldiers dragged her upstairs to the queen’s chamber, and threw her onto the shiny marble floor at the queen’s feet. Two stood in front of the door, blocking it, while the other two marched past the stone statue of a couple embracing, and out onto the balcony, through the open doors.

  “Come with me,” the queen said to Ceres.

  The queen walked out through the flowing purple curtains onto the veranda, overlooking the ocean. Shaken, but still angered, Ceres climbed to her feet and followed after.

  “I still don’t know how you managed to get out of your room,” the queen said, her steely eyes gazing into the distance, a golden wine goblet in her hand. “At first, I thought you found a way to climb out the window and down the side of the tower, but there would be no way to do that and not fall to your death.”

  Ceres pinched her lips, not willing to offer up that Anka had freed her.

  “So someone in the palace must have opened the door for you, and when I find out who that person is, I will personally skin them alive,” the queen said, her voice flat but strict.

  “It’s not that difficult to unlock the door from the inside,” Ceres said, hoping the queen would believe she did it on her own.

  The queen glanced at Ceres, squinting.

  “I doubt that is what you did,” she said.

  The queen turned away and peered across the ocean.

  “When I was your age, I thought I could do whatever I wanted, too. Youth has a way of making one naïve and irrational,” she said.

  “I am neither of those things,” Ceres said.

  The queen took a sip of wine.

  “Of course, you are, my dear. Your returning to the palace proves it. You should have stayed far away, Ceres. Here, w
e have your entire life planned out, and it will not be to your liking.”

  “I won’t marry Thanos, if that’s what you mean,” Ceres said.

  “You will, and as the new princess, it will be your responsibility to produce babies. Lots and lots of babies. You will never be seen. You will never be heard. Your children will not know you, for the instant they are out of your womb, they will be ripped from your arms to be raised by a nanny, far, far away.”

  “I won’t marry Thanos.”

  “You have no choice, Ceres. You will wed him and once you have produced enough children, you will be killed off and replaced by another girl, a woman of royal blood, someone deserving of the title princess.”

  “Thanos would never let that happen. He’s not like the rest of you barbarians.”

  The queen chuckled.

  “Do you really think he cares for you?” she said, tsking. “Oh my. You are even more naïve than I thought.”

  Ceres’s shoulders grew tighter with the queen’s words. Had he only pretended to hate his family and the royals to gain her sympathy? Had he shown affection to try and make her fall for him when in truth, he didn’t care for her at all? No, she didn’t believe it. His touch and his kiss had been too real.

  “Thanos told me a secret, and I must say, he is even more of a barbarian than the rest of us,” the queen said.

  “I doubt that,” Ceres said, her guard up.

  “I suppose he didn’t tell you he was the one who sought out and killed your brother, Nesos?” the queen said, a glib smile on her lips.

  With all her might, Ceres tried to keep her face free from expressing the pang of grief she felt on the inside, tried to force her eyes not to fill with tears. But she could not hold it all inside and fell onto hands and knees as racking sobs tumbled from her lips.

  “Why…why are you doing this to me?” Ceres asked, her voice cracking. “How can you hate me so much when you don’t even know me?”

  The queen walked toward Ceres, stepping on Ceres’s filthy dress.