Don’t Shoot the Messenger
“Good idea Red, let’s go!”
The two of them left the chamber, Bella leaving the door unlocked so they could get out. The first thing they did was walk into a room that was a kitchen.
They moved on back out into the living quarters where they saw another door, down by the lounge area.
“Thay must lead to the sleeping quarters.” Shaela said, and beckoned Leyva to follow.
Shaela looked around the room. The size of it scared her. She wasn’t used to such large living quarters, growing up under the mountains of Helsia Deep, space was a luxury and not even her family had it.
“That’s fine,” she finally stated. “I’m not used to such large quarters anyway. The other room suits me.”
“Oh, Bella said she was going to leave a tablet!” Leyva hopped up from her seat and raced to the counter where the tablet was placed. She ran back to the sofa and sat back down next to Shaela.
“That’s understandable,” Shaela mentioned, “Can’t have aliens running a mock throughout town can you?”
Leyva laughed, “You doofus!”
“What else does it say?”
“We can program the inner door ourselves. Bella recommends eight hour days to start with, but she warns us that once inside the door will lock until the programmed time is up.”
Leyva gave Shaela a flat stare, “How nice of you.”
“Uh huh, what else?”
Leyva scanned the contents within the tablet. “Oh this is good. You can still enter the Chamber outside of programmed times, and it works as a regular simulation chamber. I wonder if I could get Betsy in here somehow?”
Shaela laughed, “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way.”
“That’s it. She’s added the pin-code to the door at the end, and instructions on how to program the door. Now, let’s see what else this thing can…”
– And the Llamacorn’s have the ball. They’re playing a possession game, and… –
“Oooh, I’ve heard of this game! Football I believe it’s called?”
Shaela nodded her head, “Unless your from America, and then it’s called Soccer I think?”
“Yeah that’s right!”
* * *Leyva was distracted by the game that was streaming through the tablet. Shaela was dreading what must come next. She had to tell Leyva about her father. Damn Nakaia and her need to keep this a secret! she thought to herself. She turned to face her friend.
“Hmm?” she turned straight back to the tablet and continued to watch the game of football with a look of wonder in her eyes.
“I have some important news to tell you.”
“Leyva! Would you look at me.” her sternness snapped the princess out of her private little world. When she had her full attention she just let it out, her Helsian upbringing preventing her from sugar-coating it to ease her friends pain.
“Leyva, your father is dead. Korv killed him.”
“Korv apparantly knew of secret passages within the Water-Palace and snuck into your fathers chambers and murdered him. He then went about destroying the Water-Palace and everyone that stayed behind to defend it.”
“Ho- How do you know this? Communications with home are cut out due to Pyroxius.”
Leyva didn’t believe her. “The captain received a message about a week before we landed from a friend of his that had stopped off for supplies on Xaabos, I found out a couple of days ago when I interrogated Nakaia for the information.”
Shaela nodded her head. She hated where this was going, but there was no backing down now.
“How could you Red! If I had known we could’ve turned around and gone home!”
“That is precisely why we didn’t tell you.” Although she agreed wholeheartedly with the princess, she chose to own the decision as if she had planned this with Nakaia. “Your father wanted you safe. Racing back wouldn’t change anything!”
Which was true, but it was of little comfort to Leyva as she launched in to Shaela with a verbal assault.
“You just wanted to keep it a secret so that you could bond with me for your own selfish needs!”
Shaela stood up, in a rage now. “So what if I did!?! Bonding is perhaps the only way to ensure your safety princess. Perhaps it’s time you start thinking about your people other than yourself!”
Shaela stormed off. She was tired, it had been a long night and that fight with Leyva had drained the last reserves of her energy. She locked the door behind her and fell on to her bed, her eyes closing the second her head hit the pillow.
Leyva wasn’t far behind her. She was furious, but also shocked that Shaela had spoken to her like that. Is that how she saw her, as a spoilt brat? She closed her door behind her in a foul mood. Sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight, as soon as the rage subsided, the grief would be there to take over.