Book of Secrets
A Family History
Written For MysticSecret
& Her Family
“Come, join our family…” A traveler with only sword and name; I heard the Queen’s voice, and followed her beckoning into her secret realm, where I witnessed her kingdom and family. This documentation is an account of history as it unfolded before me, in words and through experience... “We cannot lose anymore to this enemy,” Queen Mystic said, determination and stress creasing her fair, gentle features. From her throne, she looked out over her court, her family, seeing too many faces that would haunt her for the rest of her extended years should she lose even one of them. “We’re doing all that we can,” a man informed her from the floor. Sturdy in his frame and with his stance, he epitomized duty. As the truth was spoken, it was clear that he wanted to do more. “Everyone in the family has been warned. We have names of specific officers in the enemy clan.” “Thank you, Glenn,” Mystic said, and meant it, though in her voice it was clear that she still felt uneasy. There was too much at stake. “What of our allies?” “They’ve been informed,” a woman said, inclining her head of dark brown hair as the Queen looked to her. “My thanks, Princess Bella.” An affectionate smile interrupted the worry, but only briefly. In that moment, Glenn stepped back and took aside one of the men standing near. “Take your men out and have another look around, Lionheart.” “Yes,” the other said with a dutiful nod. “And be safe,” Glenn added before the man could leave. “Always,” Lionheart assured, and left, signaling for a group of others to follow. Glenn’s unnatural red eyes watched them depart, his gaze meeting with a woman as pale and with eyes the same crimson before he returned his attention to the Queen. “Is there anything we’re not doing?” Mystic asked. Before an answer could come, the grand hall’s enormous twin doors opened, a confident-looking woman with highlights of green in her hair striding toward the throne. She stopped at a respectful distance, dropping gracefully to one knee and rising again in the same fluid motion. “The Wind Riders are by your side, Queen Mystic.” A smile of genuine appreciation lit the Queen’s features, and she nodded in reply. “I thank you and your clan.” Night outside of the royal chambers; the sounds of summer insects filled the air in sporadic chorus. The crackle of flames dancing in sconces provided a comforting underscore, helping to illustrate the stillness and safety of the fortress. In spite of that, worry filled Glenn’s expression as he paced slowly before a group of others…men and women he trusted implicitly and had grown to care for as family in his time serving the Queen. He himself had not come of a noble bloodline, and for a time had not felt connected to any family, having seen the wreckage left after his own had been killed and his home destroyed. Mystic and her king had helped to turn events around for him, had given him direction, and under their employ he had even found his twin. He would defend this family as he could not defend his own. That meant uncovering who was behind these most recent attacks and stopping them, destroying them by whatever means was at his disposal. “So far, they’ve only attacked in numbers,” one his guards pointed out. He nodded contemplatively. “Yes, but they must have spies. There must be some way they’re able to get into what should be secured areas so easily, and to catch us off guard.” A quiet settled on the balcony again, eyes exotic even to them watching the meeting unfold. He was a wanderer from the East, someone the Queen had summoned for reasons none of them were aware of just yet. Whatever it was, Glenn trusted Mystic’s judgment, just as he trusted his guards. He wondered momentarily if he could make use of the sword he always carried on him, but didn’t want to interfere with Mystic’s plans for him. They should have had enough guards anyway. This shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was. They simply had to figure out the enemies secrets…identities… “We should attack them outright,” one of the women suggested, silver hair glittering in the firelight. “No,” Glenn dismissed. Though he valued Diamond’s opinions and her fervor, this was not the time for headstrong courage. “Queen Mystic has asked us not to confront them directly. Not until we understand their powers. We’ve already lost people.” A brief flash of indignation lit in Diamond’s luminous eyes, but she withdrew. She wasn’t technically one of the guards’ ranks. That didn’t mean her strength wouldn’t be needed, or her ideas. “What do they want?” another of the guards asked. “To be rid of all of our clans,” someone answered before Glenn could. Everyone’s gaze went to the stoic figure of the woman who had spoken, her long white hair flowing behind her, swept off her intricately tattooed brow. “MysticKitten,” Glenn greeted with a polite nod. “Thank you for joining us.” She nodded in return, drawing to a stop near the group, glancing over everyone, though her feline gaze lingered on Lionheart. “They have a deep, undying hatred for our kingdoms and will stop at nothing to be rid of all of us. We have to find a way to eliminate them, quickly.” “I think we all agree,” Glenn replied, noticing the Easterner had gone. “You fear for your family,” Shiroi Ryu said quietly, watching the Queen wander nervously, but still with grace about her personal study. “Yes,” she answered softly, nodding. Her eyes lifted to Shiroi Ryu for just a moment and she attempted a smile before finding a place to sit. “You know why I have asked you here.” “To make a record of your kingdom.” Again, she nodded. “Yes, and I thank you. Should this be lost, the family will not be forgotten.” “You will not lose this,” Shiroi Ryu offered sympathetically, though his expression scarcely changed. “The King has still not come back.” Shiroi Ryu nodded in acknowledgment, then said. “He will.” Mystic smiled for that offer of hope, sitting silently for a moment afterward. Then she lifted her face to meet Shiroi Ryu’s patient gaze. “Do you know how he became my king?” “No,” Shiroi Ryu replied. “We were friends for a long time,” Mystic said. “Such good friends that I would be with no one who did not pass his approval.” A light giggle escaped on her next breath. “For years, he rejected every man I brought before him. He did not like even one of them. Of course, there was only one thing to do if he was going to be so stubborn. Make him my king. And he has been, ever since.” Her expression fell again into worry and depression. “I feel lonely without him by my side.” “I’m sorry,” Shiroi Ryu said. The Queen shook her head slowly, then smiled at him again. “Do you have anyone?” “Yes,” he answered. “I feel incomplete without him as well. In fact, I had intended to ask if he may join this kingdom.” “Of course,” Mystic permitted, happy in spite of her own suffering. “I wish you both happiness.” Shiroi Ryu inclined his head. “Thank you.”
Content of this site is a work of fiction, created solely for MysticSecret1 and the entertainment of her imvu group members. History and characters provided by members of the Mystic Secret family; edited and dramatized by ShiroiRyu for the purpose of this project.