The color of Divinity I - The delusion of reality

The color of Divinity
By Ellnyon

Notes and warnings

Again, sorry for the delay. My exams are almost here…wish me luck!!

I’m so, so glad you like it so far. My responsibility keeps getting bigger and bigger. Once more, I’d like to thank everyone reading this, especially my reviewers, of course. I’ll keep doing my best! Let’s hope it continues to please.

Scribbles and green. First of all, thanks for accepting my challenge. I have to say you’re both amazing because your analysis of Iadden’s character was really perfect. And one of you two even found the true reason already… (I have such great reviewers!) Iadden is not a bad character, per se, but he’ll end up effectively being a very conflicted villain in this first part. Green, you even found the reason behind the true reason: he’s a bad guy because I want him to be…*evil laugh* :)

To all the reviewers Civako, green, Laie, Scribbles, sade483, rosiel: you are all so kind to me. *bows* Thank you so much. I hope you all like this new chapter as well.

This tale involves homosexual relationships between males and is rated M. If you are somehow offended by these themes or aren’t legally old enough to be reading about such in your region, I highly suggest you do not continue further.

Enjoy your reading.

Part I
Chapter 2

“It’s a cold evening, child. Perhaps a warm cloak would be appropriate.” The grey-haired old Ethen affirmed when he heard the door open while sorting some clothes from a nearby chest. Rising with a fine blue velvet cape embroidered with golden motives, he turned to look at his Lessin and protégé and smiled.

“You look lovely, child.”

Meanea was indeed magnificent. His robes, like himself, were simple but so exquisite they didn’t need any other embellishments. Their unique natural splendour was enough to make them glow. But more than his silken vestments, it was Meanea’s genuine happiness that made him so beautiful. His smile alone shone more than a thousand precious stones. He hugged his oldest and etiquette tutor, who he considered more of an Ethenim than anything else.

“Thank you.” He said in a pleasant soft voice. The old man disentangled himself, somewhat embarrassed. Meanea smiled and the tutor handed him his cloak.

“Now, put this on. I’ll go find someone to fetch your brother. That child is nowhere near to be found, as always.” The old man shook his head. Meanea’s happy face disappeared.

“Please, Lessin Sanari, don’t talk about Iadden like that…he must be hiding somewhere after what happened earlier. I think I was a little too harsh on him...” Sanari scoffed.

“No, you weren’t!” The old tutor exclaimed while looking at the noble in the eyes. “You can’t admonish him and five seconds later act as if nothing happened.” Meanea sighed.

“…but he’s such a kind boy. He isn’t ill-mannered.” Sanari sighed also and rummaged through another chest among the multiple ones on the room. He took then smaller pieces of clothing and displayed them neatly on top of the smallest bed.

“I know. It’s just not an Eth’s proper behaviour. He’s too wild.” Meanea smoothed some folds on his cape and smiled fondly.

“Mr. Mieri said Father was just like him when he was young. He said that Iadden will grow into a fine and proper young Eth sooner than we think. Just like father did.” The old tutor sighed, again. Iadden was nothing like Lord Anaihr… But he didn’t comment and so Meanea continued, unaware of his opinion. ”Besides, Fenaleos adores Iadden.” This, the older man would comment. He scoffed as he grabbed a smaller cape and headed for the door.

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” He argued. “With you and your fiancé both spoiling him, as well as the rest of the household, he’ll never grow up into ‘a fine and proper Eth’, I’m afraid.” Meanea shook his head and took the petite cloak from his mentor’s hands.

“Fortunately, we’re in a new country. Maybe here Iadden won’t have to be that fine and proper Eth everyone keeps talking about. Perhaps, here, he can be whatever he wants to be. I’m sick of seeing my baby brother being stepped on by Eths, which are envious of his power and hurt him just because he has the courage to tell the truth. I want my brother to be as happy as I am, and if for that he has to be spoiled by everyone, so be it! I’ll fetch him.” And Meanea got out of the door, determined. Sanari sighed. They were brothers, all right!

Meanea climbed the stairs to the top of the ship. There, he found his guards and a few servants. They all kneeled upon sight of him. Only Gariane Athios, captain of the small guardian force advanced, bowing.

“Milessin, you look very adequate considering the occasion.” He said without raising his head. Meanea bowed slightly as well, frowning a little at their actions and especially at the compliment. That was an Eth’s way of saying he looked good.

“Thank you, Sir Athios. But, there is no need for such formalities between us. Please, you all can stand.” Meanea truthfully spoke gesturing to all the servants and guards. No one moved a single muscle.

“There is every need, Milessin, especially now, your lessinship is marrying the king of N’Alaera.” Athios replied. Meanea frowned further. Damn the Eths and their warrior servitude code. Without further adding and as a perfect example of an Eth’s proper ways, Athios continued, straight to the point.

“How can we help you, Milessin?” Maguenta forbid the Eths of having a conversation just for the joy of talking. Meanea sighed.

“I was looking for my brother.” He relinquished. And just then, Meanea had a glimpse of the different reactions his brother could erupt in equally diverse people. The servants and Ethens’ warm and caring smiles concerning Iadden contrasted deeply with the Eths’ strong aura of dislike and disapproval towards the boy. That aura was tangible even though the warriors’ actions and facial expressions remained blank. Athios turned to the others.

“Has anyone seen Lord Iadden?” A small adorable servant child, with an old lain jacket in his arms, shyly raised his hand. Meanea smiled affectionately at him.

“Yes, dear?” The boy, most certainly an Ethen child looked fearfully at Athios before getting to his feet and hurrying to his lord. Meanea kneeled on one knee to better hear the boy. The blond child continued to look somewhat nervously at Athios. The impatient captain raised an eyebrow and demanded with a strong baritone.

“Well, don’t waste his lessinship’s time, boy. Have you seen Lord Iadden or not?” The boy cringed at the tone and looked at Meanea, who patted his head and smiled encouragingly at him. The child smiled as well and in a soft whispering voice answered.

“He’s by the stem, Milessin. Right on the other end of the ship. My ‘Nim was saying that perhaps he was cold, so I was going to give him one of my jackets...” Athios raised the other eyebrow and though he didn’t comment, the child shivered and hurried to explain. “He never minds that it isn’t expensive clothing, Milessin. He always accepts with a slight bow…” the small Ethen looked fearfully at Athios “He even says ‘Thank you’!” Athios huffed. The only display of disapproval he would make.

“Enough, child! Milessin, do you want me to send someone get him?” A warrior got immediately up, at a sign of his hand.

“No, sir Athios. I shall go get him myself. Just give me a moment…” Athios bowed and the guard resumed his kneeling position. Meanea turned to the fair-haired child and smiled. “Who’s your Ethenim, little one? I shall repay you and him for both your concern.” The boy smiled brightly.

“Thank you, Milessin, but I don’t think my ‘Nim is going to accept any reward. Lord Iadden is always so nice to us…I just wished he laughed more…he seems to be always so sad and distant…” the child affirmed in a timid whisper. It was enough, however, for the Eth guards to hear. And by the looks on their faces, that last comment would award the little Ethen with a good reprimand. It didn’t make his words any less true, Meanea was sure. The noble Ethen smiled sadly.

“I know, dear…” he said. Athios glared at the boy a few seconds more, to get his disapproving point across.

“I shall send his Ethenim to your quarters as soon as we’ve settled in N’Alaera’s capitol.” He said afterwards. “Shall we go get Lord Iadden, now? We arrive shortly.” Meanea nodded.

“Certainly, Sir Athios. Please, lead the way…” he said to the tall Eth, who nodded. “And, thank you, sweetheart.” Meanea smiled and patted the child’s head again as he passed. The boy giggled and blushed. The noble went then after the Eth captain, leaving behind a small commotion. Servants were finally free to return to their interrupted tasks and the guards started admonishing the small boy.

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He had to recognize it. His son was better than him. Or at the very least, more popular. King Fenaleos had seen many things in his life. Had met kings and nobles. Had met generals and religious leaders. All people of extreme importance and power. But he had never seen a young man such as prince Edyane being worshiped as his son was. Scratch that. He had never seen any man: king, emperor, warrior or hero of any age being respected and idolized like N’Alaera’s prince was by his subjects, friends and enemies if Edyane even had such a thing among his acquaintances. And sometimes, when alone in the confines of his study or quarters, N’Alaera’s king was jealous. Even now, when both were supervising the very last arrangements for his fiancé’s arrival, all the attentions were on his son. It was one of his greatest fears, Fenaleos had to admit, that Lessin Meanea would exchange him for his son the moment he saw the young prince…no, the king didn’t even want to go there.

Because Fenaleos was before everything, a father. And as such he loved and respected his only son dearly. So, most of the times, he was simply very proud of him. Today was one of those times. Oh yes, Fenaleos knew the prince was against his marriage. He had been expecting it from the beginning. After all, he knew his son. And Edyane never truly hid it. But, it was words and actions like his, earlier that day, which made the king love his child a lot more.

’I am totally against this marriage, Father. For multiple reasons. But, if it makes you happy, I’m on your side. I just hope this doesn’t turn out to be a mistake…for everyone’s sake.’ And now, standing at his right, dressed like the warrior prince he was and looking more powerful and royal than the king himself, Edyane waited for the ship that was arriving. By his side.

King Fenaleos didn’t think his marriage was a mistake. He didn’t want this marriage to be a mistake. He had loved Meanea since he had first put his eyes on him. And he felt so lucky he was accepted and (he hoped) loved back. Still, as the time passed and as close he came to the arrival of his fiancé, apprehension kept mounting on his stomach. He had a very bad feeling…

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This was it? The event that would change his life? The arrival of his father’s fiancé…Ha! Since when did he believe in such nonsense, anyway?! Andro was a good valet. Most of all, he was a very good friend. One of the few he trusted in his life, along with serious Quera and strong Tenaii, of course. But he was way too superstitious (like most of the common people, he supposed).

Edyane had met the man on the streets, six years ago. The prince had been ten and Andro…well Andro had been a thief and a street-fighter. A very skilled street-fighter. It had been market day and while seeing the fair the young prince had decided his personal guards needed exercise. So, he had escaped them. Andro mistook the auburn-haired boy for one of the children thieves of the district being chased (the nerve!) and defeated the fifteen guards in as much as a blink of an eye. Edyane decided then he wanted that man by his side.

Having enough of the prince’s grumbles regarding his father’s incoming marriage, Andro had decided to take Edyane to a renowned fortune-teller on the darker alleys of the Sixth level. A witch, Andro said, with five hundred years old. It took one look at the youthful appearance of the woman for Edyane to deem him a fool. The woman had been the first to speak, however. And apparently had read the prince’s thoughts.

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“Things aren’t always what they appear, young prince. That is a lesson you should apprehend before long… Please do come in. I believe you require my wisdom.” She said in a misleading soft voice. Edyane looked at Andro, who seemed very satisfied with himself, and remained sceptic. Eventually, he followed the woman inside the drapery she had passed through, moving the rough fabric with more force than necessary.

The room was dark, the only light coming from scattered candles on top of various wooden shelves protruding from the side walls. Those same shelves were also filled with various bottles of different sizes, shapes and colours. Some were made of clay with animal designs and others of glass. You could actually see the contents of some of these, but Edyane didn’t care enough to examine them. Most of all, because a strong incense smell and kind of fuchsia mist filled the air. That mist was making his eyes water. Damn Andro and his silly ideas…

“Please, sit down.” The woman said from the back of the room. From where he stood Edyane could only make her silhouette. He then felt Andro sitting somewhere to his left, dragging the prince with him by an arm. Funny, he hadn’t noticed the couch they were sitting on, when he had first entered…

“Well, let’s begin…” the witch said and suddenly the mist intensified. Edyane couldn’t see more than five inches in front of him.

“What do you see in the artefact I hold in my right hand?” She asked. Edyane huffed.

“Am I supposed to see a damn thing with this smoke?” He complained.

“What smoke, Edyane? There is no smoke anywhere on this room…” Andro whispered from his left. Edyane glared somewhere in Andro’s general direction. It didn’t quite have the effect he was aiming. He totally failed Andro’s face.

“Have you gone blind?” Edyane ironically asked. ”I can’t see five inches in front of me because of it!” The witch’s baffled and almost reverent whisper answered him.

“You see the mist! What colour is it, young prince?”

“Pink! And is making my eyes burn!” He said rubbing at them. The witch let out an incredulous laugh…

“I see. Well, do forgive me, your Highness.” She said smoothly and immediately the smell and the smoke began to disappear. “It’s Maguenta’s higher temple incense. Most people are not affected by it…ever so sorry.” Edyane huffed. He could see clearly now. However, the malicious gleam he perceived in the witch’s dark eyes was not a welcomed sight.

“Someone very important is arriving tomorrow.” She said looking at his eyes.

“My father’s fiancé. N’Alaera’s future second ruler. Everyone knows that.” He replied. The witch grinned revealing a set of very regular but yellow teeth.

“Of course…” she said plainly. “Lessin Meanea Guinare.” Edyane nodded unfazed and bored. “This arrival will be a crucial event to many lives including your own.” She continued.

“Really…” Edyane said, rolling his eyes. Andro elbowed him.

“The bond you share with King Fenaleos will be tested. And you’ll have to make a very important choice…” Edyane huffed, annoyed.

“A choice? I don’t even have a say in the matter...” The witch smirked.

“You should give yourself more credit, my prince. You are very young, but you have wise friends and you are kind. I trust you’ll make the right decision.” She said confident and looked at the old fogged mirror in her left hand. Andro and Edyane both arched an eyebrow. ‘Kind?!’

“Only two more things: Sir Athios will reveal himself to be a very good ally. You should accept and cherish his aid, knowledge and counsels. On the other hand, young Iadden is not on your side. He has been raised in a cruel society and he is too strong, powerful and intuitive for you to ignore. He’ll be your greatest opponent. Be very careful with him…in every way, please.”

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Okay, so Edyane could comprehend this to be a significant event. And he had to admit he was kind of curious to meet the beauty that had snatched his father’s heart. He had always thought his father was a practical man, a man not favourable to be swept off his feet by a pretty face. Deep, deep down he still thought that way, so Lessin Meanea had to have something more to him than what was obvious. Still, he did not understand why this man was expected by everyone like some kind of saviour. Quera had affirmed it was because it was so uncommon for an Ethen to marry outside of Meya’s borders, even so with a human and not an Eth. In the past, only a few equal marriages had been documented. Quera had also said that he, Edyane, was just jealous of his father because he had managed such an amazing and singular marriage and of Lessin Meanea himself because the Ethen would be, at least for a good while, the centre of attentions, removing the young prince from the spotlight.

Edyane would have punched Quera for his words if he didn’t believe them true. Lessin Meanea, with his foreign traditions and beauty, would be, if nothing else, a worthy challenge. But, Edyane had faith in his accomplishments so far. He would not loose his people’s affection and respect so easily to a perfectly unknown newcomer. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t underestimate Meanea. After all, a pretty face did wonders sometimes. Even fool rational and wise kings.

He sent a meaningful glance at his father. He had never seen the man so nervous before. He didn’t stand still for a single second…

Finally the mighty, elegant Eth ship with silvery sails became visible. While entering the docks, the white De’alr Nea almost glowed in the multicoloured evening sky. The crowd which had gathered on the harbour and on the other levels of the city cheered noisily. King Fenaleos exhaled loudly as well.

“Here they are.” He said. Edyane sighed.

“Here they are.” He echoed quietly.

The ship took another ten minutes to manoeuvre into the designed dock. During that period of time millions of vibrant petals were scattered, sent from the levels above. They filled the skies with pleasurable scents and visions of beauty. White doves and other colourful birds were released as well, chirping happily and adding to the amazing ambiance in the sunset’s coral-blue sky.

At last, the ship stopped and the ramp was lowered. First, all the servants and guards descended wearing fascinating clothes. They lined in front of the royal welcoming committee and kneeled, all at the same time. King Fenaleos smiled and nodded slightly, greeting them.

“Welcome.” He said. Edyane looked at Tenaii, situated behind him and a little to his right, next to his family. The prince smirked at him. There were very attractive people among those servants. Knowing his friend as well as he did, Edyane also knew, Tenaii was already selecting his next conquests. And the smug look on the black-skinned noble’s face confirmed it. Suddenly, Tenaii’s expression changed from smugness to awe. And Edyane turned immediately to look in front of him. He was not prepared for what he saw.

With the sun setting behind his back and enveloped in exquisite silken robes and jewels displayed in intricate designs, stood the most beautiful being he had ever seen in his young life. The arrogant prince forgot to breathe; all thoughts vanished instantly from his mind. He only stared. He and everyone else. Everybody was silent. Even the musicians of the small cords orchestra who were supposed to be playing had forgotten their task. But Edyane didn’t notice this because everyone had disappeared and the world had become completely silent to him. Only that Ethen existed.

In slow motion he saw how two Ethen children first descended the ramp only to bow and move to the side. Then Meanea descended gracefully with his long golden hair framing a perfectly shaped face and shoulders. All his movements were naturally harmonious and spontaneous, his elegant body enveloped in robes of a sky-blue colour. That beautiful blue, however, could not be compared with the amazing colour of his large and expressive aquamarine eyes. Eyes which spoke for themselves. And right now, they shone with love and happiness. But, the young prince noticed, they weren’t aimed at him. No. They were directed to his left. To his father, king Fenaleos of N’Alaera. His heart fell in that moment, disappointed, and the spell was broken.

Meanea had only taken three steps out of the ramp when suddenly a loud gasp sounded from the old man behind him. Everyone looked immediately to the right of the beautiful Ethen only to see a young Eth boy trip on the last step of the ramp, fall, land heavily and roll through the harsh floor of the harbour, coming to a stop at Edyane’s feet. Everyone stood stunned for a few milliseconds, a complete different silence than before. And then the crowd started laughing.

“What an amazing entrance!” a male voice mocked.

“Yes, very graceful!” this time it was a female alto.

“Is he an Eth?!” someone asked out loud. “I would never imagine an Eth to be so clumsy.”

“Hey, stop it! He’s just a child…” an old woman admonished.

“Poor boy…” another one agreed.

“Oh, he must be the jest, right?! Hahaha!” a teenager exclaimed.

“Come on, people! He just tripped.” A man argued “You’re embarrassing Lord Meanea.”

“It’s Lessin, you idiot! And that boy’s the one embarrassing Lessin Meanea…” the woman next to him replied.

Edyane had been chuckling quietly when he sensed the boy’s distress. The child was fighting to stand but wasn’t exactly managing. Edyane noticed then the boy had, most probably, a sprained ankle. Taking pity on the small child, the prince decided to help him. He was reaching for the boy when the Eth looked up at him in the eye. And for the second time that day, Edyane froze and forgot how to breathe. The colour was identical to Meanea’s, Edyane was able to discern. Aquamarine. But it was the intensity of that fiery glare, the absurdly hateful glow of those eyes that paralysed him. Those feelings were superficial, though, because the depths of those greenish-blues showed a variety of other emotions, all passing through in that instant. Longing. Sorrow. Embarrassment. Sadness. Pain. The boy wasn’t angry at the prince or at anyone making fun of him. The Eth was angry at himself. Tears were threatening to flow from those glorious large eyes peeking behind dark lashes. And when a single one did, it travelled the flushed cheeks parallel to the little nose, ending in the pink pouting lips. When Edyane had first seen Meanea, he had thought he was seeing the most beautiful creature in the world. Now, looking at this dishevelled child, crying, hurt and extremely angry, he realized that perhaps he had been wrong in his assumptions.

The prince smiled charmingly, enchanted by the lovely boy, and kneeled in front of him.

“It’s okay.” He said cupping the boy’s soft cheek. “Don’t mind them. They’re just a bunch of stupid people, anyway.” He whispered. The boy’s eyes widened surprised, only to look down in a shy manner quickly after. “There’s no need for you to cry…” Edyane continued. At this, the child glared sharply at him again.

“I’m not crying.” He affirmed in a shrill but firm voice. The prince chuckled.

“Yes, you are…” The boy frowned angry, a strange and entrancing glow passing through his eyes. And then, Edyane couldn’t see the boy’s face anymore. Instead, a plain white mask covered the child’s pretty features, completely. That indifferent mask hid perfectly all the child’s emotions. A pity. Edyane thought. The boy had been so expressive. He raised his hands up in the air.

“Okay, okay, you aren’t crying…” he said in mock surrender, still grinning. “Are you sure you’re okay, though?” The boy nodded, finally managing to stand very rigid and correct on his own two feet.

“I’m fine, thank you. But you shouldn’t have aided me. When an Eth falls he has to rise on his own…” he said in a cold but childish voice. The handsome prince raised his eyebrows.

“Ever so sorry, I didn’t know.” The child nodded again and affirmed matter-of-factly.

“Well, now you do.” The prince nodded as well and rose. The boy inclined his head in thanks, turned around and limped to his place beside Lessin Meanea. The golden-haired Ethen looked at the child asking something in his native language. His crystalline voice, even in that low tone, silenced the murmuring of the crowd. The boy nodded, and although he stood very still and poised, his head was hanging down a bit. In embarrassment, Edyane supposed. Meanea advanced then, a shy smile on his lips, stopping in front of his fiancé.

“Welcome. Is Iadden all right?” Fenaleos asked, looking worriedly in the direction of the boy who had tripped. The prince looked at the boy, surprised. That was ‘young Iadden’? His greatest antagonist? He looked back at Andro. His valet appeared to share from his disbelief.

“Thank you.” Meanea sighed. ”He says he is. I’ll have to believe him. I’m sorry.” he said bowing. Iadden bowed as well in a silent apology.

“Oh, please, don’t. It’s very common, really. Edyane, when he was a child, tripped all the time on those ramps…” Fenaleos affirmed smiling. The prince laughed.

“I still do, sometimes.” Meanea looked at the prince and smiled. Fenaleos smiled as well.

“See, Iadden? Nothing to it.” The king affirmed. The boy bowed his head again in gratitude.

“So, you are prince Edyane. I’ve heard much about you.” Meanea said in a pleasant voice. Edyane smiled attractively at the Ethen, with just enough touch of mirth in his amber eyes to make him look mysterious at the same time.

“Only good things, I hope.” Meanea smiled beautifully as well.

“Of course, but from what I’ve seen already, they don’t do you enough justice.” The prince looked surprised for a moment.

“Well, Lessin Meanea, I hope to never disappoint you, then.” He said in a low baritone voice, his caramel eyes shining again with that mischievous glint, so characteristic of his personality.

“I’m sure you won’t.” was Meanea’s crystalline response, along with one of his breathtaking smiles.

Meanwhile, King Fenaleos observed the exchange with critical eyes. Edyane’s good humour and carefree manners were known to please many. Meanea didn’t appear to be the exception to the rule. On the contrary, the beautiful Ethen seemed to be sincerely enjoying the prince’s charm. Yes, Fenaleos was becoming extremely uncomfortable.

“Shall we get going? It’s getting dark and cold, here, and we have a sumptuous celebration waiting for us in the palace. We can better know each other during dinner and you can tell us all about your journey. What do you say, Milessin?” the king asked. Meanea turned his attention to him.

“I agree, my king. I have brought gifts. I’m impatient to show them.” He said excited, finishing his sentence with a gracious laugh.

“Let’s get going, then.” Edyane said looking at Andro, who called the carriages. The prince let the Lessin pass him with an exaggerated bow, and the Ethen laughed again.

“Thank you.” The prince smiled in response, inhaling deeply the aroma of those golden curls as they trailed behind their owner. Lost in the short reverie, he didn’t notice Iadden, who was following close behind Lessin Meanea. The boy stopped abruptly and looked up at him in a rigid pose. The prince could not fathom his expression due to the white mask, but his smile wavered and he shivered all of a sudden. Something told him he should start believing the witch’s words.

He was only able to breathe again when the child resumed his path. He hurried behind the much taller Ethen, his short dark hair bouncing as the stubborn Eth hobbled. Edyane grinned. Still, the boy was so very cute. Dangerous, perhaps, but cute, all the same.

TBC…

Ending Notes: Uay, big chapter! Didn’t think it would take this long to get to this part. :)

Ethenim is the equivalent to mother or “birth father”. It refers to the Ethen who gives birth to the child. ‘Nim is short for Ethenim and translates into ‘mummy’ or something similar.

Milessin and Lessinship: same thing as with Lessin. They’re honorific like Milord, Milady and Lordship but which refer to High class Ethens.

De’alr Nea – The name of the ship. Eth language: 'De’alr' means precious stone/gem and 'Nea' is the Eth’s name referring to the Big Sea. Translates as ‘The gem of the Big Sea’.