Thread: Twin Reflections (SaynotoZydrate and sevenpercentsolution)

Princess Nuala turned at the exact same time her brother did, mirroring his movements in perfect symmetry, right down to the sway of their silvery hair. They truly were opposite sides of the same mirror. Darkness and light. It all seemed so simple when put that way, but for the two of them it was much more complicated. I'll be sure to bring you something back, brother. The fact that they were so close sometimes had a positive side. She always knew what gifts to give him. She knew, even if he would not admit it, that her brother needed another set of clothing. He refused to wear the human clothing that had been given to him. He was so stubborn. Even human food disgusted him. He ate only enough to keep up his strength. Elves were not like humans, they needed less food to survive. Infact, one would almost say that they indulged in eating as more of a habit then a necessity. For a few moments she remained frozen in place, standing with her back to his cell, her head bowed and her eyes closed. After a few moments of silence passed, the princess daintily picked up the long edges of hs skirts so that they would not drag along the floor and become dirty, walking calmly out of the lockdown ward. His omnious reply to Liz's pregnancy bothered Nuala...mostly because she knew as well as he did the destruction that demons could wield. Hell on earth...fire and chaos. She shook herself from those thoughts, not entirely sure if they were her own or if they belonged to her brother. As a daughter of King Balor, Nuala could grant Hellboy and Elizabeth Sherman safe passage into the Troll market. She did not normally come here herself, this was a place her brother haunted and so his knowledge of the crowded streets soon became her own. She knew this place, but only in a hauntingly deja vu sense. Most of the nooks nad crannies they traveled through she had never seen herself, yet she navigated with all the experience of someone who had walked the market a thousand times over. Elven royalty did not often visit the market....everywhere they went, they were given wide berth. Some of the market inhabitants would even bow from time to time. Not only was she a princes, she was the sister of Prince Nuada Silverlance, Lady of Bethmora, The Elf Princess of Underworld, She-elf of the Invisible Realm and she was to be treated with respect and reverence. Nuala somehow managed to slip away from her group, just long enough to listen to a bit of gossip about what was going on in her homelands. One of their lesser cousins had stepped in to become the new King, but as any elf well knew....the crown rejected him. So long as the true heirs were alive, the sacred crown would never rest upon a usurpers head. Her people were fading faster then ever before without a ruler. She could not help feeling guilt and shame. Her people needed someone to guide them and here she was, hiding out in the human realm. Yet, she didn't want to return. Not yet. She didn't have a solution on how to live in harmony with humankind just yet. If she could not return.....that left her brother. The next evening her visit was much later then usual, in the darkest hours of the night. She crept towards the guards and gave them a smile to disalarm them, placing a strange looking sweet in each guard's hand. Little did they know that those weren't sweets at all. They were laced with a sleeping potion. Even in this act of deceit, Nuala was kind and gentle, she could have easily killed them. When the guards fell swiftly to the ground, she stopped to be sure they weren't harmed by their fall before pushing open the doors and entering quietly. Brother. She greeted him as she reached the cage, holding up the key card that controlled the door to his cell. She had wanted the guards out of the way so that she could speak with him in privacy. At this point, the fate of his freedom was within his own sister's hands...but there was a catch. There was always a catch. You know why I'm here. If I set you free, if I help you escape back to our homelands, will you swear an oath to me that you will not wage war upon humankind? He would not relent in destroying humans, she knew this....but as always she held out hope. Someone had to return, someone had to lead in their father's absence. You will not shed the blood of our people in a war against humans?