An Exiled Parrot (Pt 4)
“. . . .” denotes normal talking
:. . . .: denotes thinking to themselves
~italics~ denotes telepathic talking
Chapter 4:
Celestiaña leaned into Raizè’s warmth as the howling wind ripped through the both of them. For a December day the wind was making being outside walking and talking somewhat hard, although they managed. As they walked down the streets, the pair had become somewhat cozy and huddling together to keep warm. Celestiaña’s powers constructed a small shield protecting them from some of the wind but its primary feature to keep them warm. Although it was not quite working in favor of Celestiaña as of the moment, her powers were at the brink of their limits again, and she didn’t have time to recover from the battle with Tripolia. Her breaths were still somewhat irregular, and her heart rate had not returned back to normal after the battle. As the pair walked around the island holding hands, Celestiaña’s brain replayed the time when she stole the parrot. Raizè noticed her silence, respecting it; he placed his arm around her shoulder and hugged her tightly allowing her thoughts to overrule her for the time being.
Celestiaña looked at the parrot, hidden in the dark brown bag, although it was not quite dark anymore. The parrot had a radiating yellow aura, which was quite intense; it was lighting up the bag and giving it a distinctive glow. She clenched the bag, her knuckles turning white, which resulted in the parrot moving more in the bag. She could feel the parrot’s powers beginning to take effect on her. Her white pupils were becoming dilated and turning to their normal violet color, and her hair was becoming streaked with black stripes through her long white hair. She saw her aura flicker from its normal cerulean blue towards a greenish color.
:If the parrot’s powers are starting to take effect on me, when I am only a few miles from the castle, then I am going to be in trouble by the time I reach town. The military will spot me almost immediately.: Her thoughts were running a mile a minute, and her powers, normally in the dormant state, were now in the active state. As Celestiaña looked down at the brown bag, she couldn’t help but wonder by the bag was not glowing anymore. Little did she know that as she was flying through the sky, her green aura was leaving a trail which would follow her into town, a trail which she didn’t want to happen.
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Raizè guided Celestiaña into his illegal bar, and noticed Dragan’s look on his face. The bar owner left his emotionless mask on as he walked past Dragan. Raizè’s employees looked at Raizè with a look of confusion, as he and the escaped thief walked into the back room. From the bar area, the employees were able to hear Raizè extended the cot out from its folded previous form.
As he laid Celestiaña down, he couldn’t help but wonder what his employees thought. Raizè’s hazel eyes stared down at the escaped thief, who was mumbling something incoherent in her sleep, and wondered what he did to deserve to love someone like her. He knew her heart was attached to a dead military officer, and he didn’t count in her book. The illegal bar owner was not her type, and he was content with protecting her as long as he could.
As Raizè stepped out the room, he was expecting a confrontation from his staff; however, they just looked at him as if they expected it to occur.
“Raizè, do you even know what that thing is?!” Dragan’s anger was sepping out of his eyes, his body language and his dialect.
“Dragan, I know that you really do not care for her, all that much, but you have to realize that I enjoy her being here, and that I care a lot for her.” Raizè looked at Dragan, who was glaring intensely at the door where she was sleeping.
“Do you know how much trouble you could get for keeping her here?”
“A lot, but the government would just put her back into jail again. Dragan, I love her, even if she does not realize it.” Dragan looked at Raizè shook his head and just stared at Raizè in astonishment, and disbelief. Raizè walked over to peer into the window to watch the sleeping Galicean, and as he looked in he saw her curled in the fetal position and wearing a smile upon her face. He turned back to his work and tending towards the bar, and getting it ready for the evening.
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As Celestiaña flew out of the window with the parrot in the bag, she failed to notice that Xajuntás entered the room. As she fled the room, without noticing that she was being watched, Xajuntas moved towards the window and noticed that the family precious bird was missing. He glares at the retreating glowing figure in the sky, and cursed that the bird was missing. He could just hear the arguing that was going to happen, and what the general public would think when the words were released that the famous royal parrot was missing. Sleep wouldn’t come him to this evening, and he quietly made his way back towards his room, in attempts that he would be able to sleep.
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Celestiaña looked at the parrot, and noticed that the brighter colors had worn off and the effects that it had on her powers were still in affect. Normally, her powers would be very worn out, except she had a lot more energy than normal, and she was not feeling any effects Although she was very careless on where she was going, and still had not noticed that the trail still followed her, she touched ground and noticed that the parrot had created a commotion in the bag. The animal wouldn’t remain still anymore!
As she walked into the city, her eyes were drawn immediately towards the canyon, which had rumors that if anything dropped into them, they wouldn’t come alive. The parrot would not stop moving and creating her tightened grip to loosen dramatically. As she glared down at the bag, her eyes flashed a dark violet color, and a spark emitted from around her hand, giving the bag a blue aura around it. After the aura disappeared, the movement inside the bag ceased.
Celestiaña looked up at the gothic castle, and noticed the sand structure. The castle was armed exactly like the royal family, although the guards were dressed differently. Their auras were present with the familiar blue color, however they did not bear the royal crest like the family did. Their allegiance was toward the king, and although they had announced it, everyone still knew that you did not want to anger anyone who had connections with the king. However she did and she knew that she was going to pay dearly for them in the long run.
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As Celestiaña slept through the evening, the activity in the bar continued as if she was not there. The police had not come in and had any suspicion that she was staying there, and everyone that worked at the bar was on the “do not ask, do not tell” system. It worked fine, except for the idea that Celestiaña was in trouble. Raizè had seen her face when she was pissed off, and he didn’t want to see that happen again. He saw that look when she was fighting against Tripola, and he also witnessed her “angry” face when she saw his employees watching the news, and talking about her, when she was in disguise.
Celestiaña’s eyes landed on the person that she did not want to see at this moment: Kyiuma. She saw the female sitting at the bar talking with some of the employees, and without realizing it, her powers changed her appearance into a sky blue kimono, with a white monkey grass pattern at the bottom. Her outer appearance had changed once again, to a Korean descended female roughly five feet four inches.
Celestiaña’s sleep induced brain had not woken up, and she was not feeling in a very cherry mood right now. She was unable to put up a “front” in front of all these people. All she wanted to do was talk to Raizè in private. She needed an outlet for her anger after she had woken up and heard the television. Now Kyiuma was in the room, and the discussion was one that Celestiañs was not one that she would have like to hear.
“I do not understand, why have not the police found her yet? It is not like she does not stand out against the crowd. You would have to be blind not to see that criminal. Does anyone else in Japan have white hair?” Kyiuma was looking at Dragan, who had an emotionless expression, and if he had lights in his eyes, Celestiaña should be in the spotlight.
“I do not really care what they do to her after she’s caught; I just want her off of the streets and buildings.” Yekio, the young Japanese woman, chimed in. The young female looked at the screen, and a look of horror took her. “Have not the police realized that there are young children walking around from school to home, or from home to school in the morning? The longer that criminal is out there, the more danger our children will be in!”
“Yekio, do not you have little children?” Shamijo asked her, from the otherside of the bar.
“Yes, I do. I have two little ones, ages seven and nine. They do not need to be worried about some escaped thief on the loose.” Raizè moved behind the bar, and handed Celestiaña a cup of green tea.
“Thanks Raizè.” She smiled at him, and took a sip of the tea, where her eyes never left the screen.
“Charlene, I do not know if the police have any way of capturing the escaped thief, Celestiaña.” The same male news anchor was on the television channel as before.
“Well, Sam, I am not sure either however I do know that they are trying everything within their power to capture her. She is not that hard to mistake in a crowd. We spoke with the head of the police force, and he had to say this: “We are exhausting every resource we have at the moment to track her down. When we find her, we will make sure she does not leave. As of this time, we are not releasing any information on how she escaped.”
Kyumia looked at the group around here, and it was just then that she realized that Lestat was in the room. She stood next to the bar, and walked quickly over towards Celestiaña, who saw the lady coming.
“Lestat! It is amazing to see you here. I did not see you come in, when did you sneak by me? Since you work for the underground military do you know any information about the criminal?” Kyiuma pulled Celestiaña into a hug, and although Celestiaña did not return the hug because she was still sitting in shock.
“No, Kyiuma, I had not heard anything about her. Also, I did not sneak by you; I was asleep in the back room. I needed to take a nap after an almost twenty four hour work shift last night.” The Gaelican woman hugged Kyiuma back, and she looked at Dragan sternly. Raizè looked at Dragan with a glare of “you spill the beans; you will not be working here anymore.” Dragan took the subtle hints, and kept his mouth closed.
“You took a nap? Well, then that is why I did not see you come in.” Kyiuma smiled at Celestiaña and then took a sip of her water with lemon.
“So, Kyiuma, how have you been?”
“I have been extremely busy working in trying to see how that escaped criminal got out of the cell. She should not have gotten out, and there wasn’t any physical way she could have. Even though she is not human, the guards could not have been that stupid!”
“I know the feeling Kyiuma. I have been working around the clock attempting to figure out what she could have used, and where she is hiding.” Celestiaña’s left hand began to trace over the bar grain.
“What I do not understand is where she could have gone. She is not from this planet, so where did she go, or what objective did she have to get out? There are so many left questions that we do know of, and yet there are not any answers.” Kyiuma’s attention was drawn back towards the television which was showing a picture of the breaking news about the escaped thief.
“We are terribly sorry for the interruption of this program, but there has been breaking news about the escaped thief. It seems that she was spotted off Yarling Road and Ruoku Street. As some of you may recall this is a residential neighborhood. If you happen to live within three miles of this, or anywhere near here, you will be asked to leave your home. This is only a precautionary thing, and when we get more information we will inform you of them.” The screen’s display had changed from a female news anchor voice with a picture of the cross streets to the program which was playing before.
“This really does not make any sense! Why was she in a residential neighborhood?” Kyumia’s anger was beginning to seep through her voice, and it was beginning to annoy Celestiaña.
“Kyiuma, does it look like we know anything? The only thing that we know is what the news has been telling us. We cannot answer your questions, and you know that we cannot tell you any more information than what you already know. Now, can you please change the subject?!” Celestiaña rose from her stool, and was glaring daggers at the lady. It was taking everything in her power not to grab a dagger and throw it at the dart board for emphasis on her point.
“I know, and I am sorry. It is just that we do not know anymore information, and the media and the police and military are not telling us anything about this criminal. If she is so dangerous, why are not they using all of their resources to capture her?” Kyiuma stared down at her drink, and released a sigh. Raizè noticed that Celestiaña was becoming somewhat agitated by the female’s speeches, and questions, and decided it might be a wise time to break up the upcoming cat fight.
“Well, I do not think that they are not informing us of the details for a reason. It could be that they do not know yet, or they are overworked and need somewhat of a break before all the questions are asked. If they are not telling it for a reason it has to be a good one. Now why do not we change this discussion to a happier one?” Raizè just looked at both females, and took their hands and began to walk them out the door. Dragan and the rest of the employee staff just looked at Raizè’s retreating figure, and shook their heads. As their attention was diverted from their work towards the television screen, no one noticed that the door was left open to the back room and Celestiaña’s daggers were left in the open.
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As the trio walked down the street, Celestiaña’s powers were scanning for police, and other magical beings. She knew there could not just be one or two of them, but there had to be a group that was watching her. She knew it was not like Gaelic to exile her, and then never leave her alone. Her powers alerted her to someone using magic about seven miles away from her, but it was a split second of use. :It could not be anyone that is from Gaelic, and only using their power for a split second.:
As the pair walked down the street, her mind wandered back to the time where she was on Gaelic, sitting in on a war battle meeting. Normally she was not allowed to go but this time, she was allowed because her mother had an outing with the queen, and children were not allowed to go.
Celestiaña was roughly seven years old and she was the only female inside the room. All the other people were grownups and males. Although her powers came in, and she was already developed in them, she still did not have the complete control that her father wanted. He always wanted perfection for her. She found it very fascinating to think she was the only female in the room which was able to say that she sat in on the war room. Although she was unable to understand most of the information, she did find it very interesting.
“I am very sorry to tell you this m’lord, but we are not able to go to war with the Felicans. We just do not have the man power at this time.” Her father looked sternly at the king. Although her father was not going to say anything, he had a very horrid feeling about this discussion. He also was not very pleased about having his seven year old daughter in the war room either. She had his ideal of thinking, and it involved fighting. Although his daughter’s powers had emerged very quickly, and in fact they were deadly towards her, he was not going to admit that.
“What do you mean we do not have the man power?” The king looked at Celestiaña’s father, and as he pointed towards the three dimensional model graph that was floating above the table, Celestiaña ducked for fear of being hit. She did not realize it at the time, but her father caught sight of his daughter’s powers subconsciously taking effect. A flash of purple aura appeared around the young girl.
“Sir, with all due respect, Gaelic just does not have the amount of men to span ourselves across three planets. We barely have enough for our own planet right now.” Celestiaña’s father, Jachnue, scooped his daughter up, and then placed her away from the king. His magenta coloured eyes staring down at her, as her white gaze met his. His eyes revealed everything that she needed to know. She lowered her head, and walked over to the granite stone wall, and peered out. Jachnue looked at his daughter, as making sure that she was not going to try anything silly - like hoping out of the building. He subconsciously threw up a shield around his daughter, and then focused his attention back to the king.
“How many troops do we have enlisted?” The king looked at Celestiaña with great interest, as her eyes began to change colors.
“Roughly three hundred thousand, Sir.” Jachnue looked at his daughter, and gasped. His seven year old daughter was going to attack the king before his eyes! The king’s right hand man scooped his daughter, and stared into her eyes. She had to learn that she was not allowed in here any other time.
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“” Celestiaña’s arms wrapped around her father’s neck, as he picked her up, holding her gently. Her white gaze met the king’s and Jachnue saw him visibly relax.
“How many are on each planet now, Jachnue?” The king did not look impressed by the actions of Celestiaña.
“One hundred and forty thousand on Weyands seventy six thousand on Xrelax, roughly seventy seven thousand on Veryja, and about seven thousand on Gaelic.” Celestiaña walked behind the king, and began to count the number of bricks and stairs that led from the yellow and green carpet to his seat at the end of the table. Jachnue’s attention was split between listening to the conversation with the king and watching his daughter. He could not help but smile at his daughter’s actions.
“Those numbers cannot be true. Veryja is just getting over their civil war.” The king looked behind him, and noticed Celestiaña was tracing the number of bricks leading up to the weapons. His eyes widened as he saw the young girl grab the knife, and attempt to intimate a fencer or a jouster.
“Sir, Veryja has finished their civil war, but at the same time, they are in need of a new government, which our troops are helping on.” Jachnue glares at his daughter, who caught her father’s look, and put the knife back in it’s holder against the wall.
“So, let us pull out of the planets, and bring our troops home.” The king said looking at Celestiaña. The young girl’s white eyes were still looking straight at the king. She smiled at the king, who his composure finally broke. He picked Celestiaña up, and her powers lashed out. Her pupils changed from their white color to a dark violet color, and her blue aura erupted in the king’s arms. In a blink of an eye, the king’s guards were around him, and Celestiaña was found on the ground, her eyes still the violet color. With tears welling in her eyes, and threatening to fall down her cheeks, she walked over to her father who picked her up. As she was being cradled, her tears began to fall down her cheeks and soon Jachnue’s uniform was beginning to become wet. He rubbed her back, as her powers took on the passive role.
“Sir, I apologize for my daughter’s actions. She has not quite come into her powers, and they are in the defensive mode.” Jachnue looked at the king, and nodded on his way out. With Celestiaña in his arms, he was somewhat unable to bow and pay his respects to his superior. As Jachnue walked out the war room, he kept stroking his daughter’s hair, and attempting to calm her down. That was the last day that Celestiaña saw the war room again, and that was also the last time she was able to see the king, without there being any guards around him.