This world I created for myself...
She listened to the girl, her dome hung low and she worked the pillars and wheels in her mind. Faye had no more to express what Esarosa spoke, but only one thing came alive and her chambers worked around the tidings that came flying out of her mouth. "Your quite right, never heard of them. But they do sound like royalty.. Probably nothing compared to what I'm used to but I consider that power." The ebony woman shot a glance up towards the feminine organism, watching as she became uneasy and the muscles in her being shifted in an act of protection if Faye decided to leap from her stance and attack. At the thought Fayelon chuckled, shaking her crown before rolling her stiff scapula's than throwing out more venomous miens towards the girl.
"My father was King Lryan and my mother was Queen Sapphira, rulers to the thrones of Greece, they ran a strict Empire and the numbers they had were remarkable. Although when I was still in my mothers womb, she was murdered by a rival King of my father's.. and out of my mothers death I was the only one to survive. Sure, my father grew up protecting me and my older brother best he could, but that would never be enough for the dangers that he faced with a war festering just outside his walls. He taught me and my brother the act of war, how to fight, how to hunt, how to survive. Everything that we needed in order to ready ourselves for battle, yet my brother and I never got along.. always clashing heads, trying to be the better successor." Fayelon would take a pause as she stood to her foundations and waltzed a little forth onto the rushing water. Dipping her left fore paw in its sparkling pool, twirling her appendage 'round and 'round before breathing life again.
"My father had us battle each other, so therefore it gave us an excuse to despise one another even more. After every fight I was the victor of it all, and believe it or not my father hated me for that. He wanted his son to be the better warrior than his daughter, the King never sought the females to be of higher rankings than males. So once the war finally arrived me and Castro were sent out into battle. The war was won, yes, but my father shoved me aside and focused mainly on my brother. This put a wedge between me and him, although in his absence I found an unlikely ally, his name was Elijah. For months me and him grew closer and I guess you would have called us something much more than just friends.. Yet it didn't take long when my brother challenged me for the last time for father's crown and I had two choices, either stand up and fight or turn and run away. But I was no coward so I did what any brave soul would do, I fought my brother and in the end I was the only one left standing. This enraged my father and he banished me.." Fayelon paused again, her head rotated to look over her shoulder but she dared not meet Esarosa's gaze as she spoke the last part of her past. "and out of my father's betrayal I turned satanic and slaughtered the King.. my sire.. my dad.. And with that my brother swore to redeem him and I fled, didn't look back, didn't turn around and face what dangers I knew would be waiting for me, I just.. ran.. never stopped until I reached Ala and now I have to live everyday looking over my shoulder in hopes that my brother wouldn't be standing behind me. There have been many sleepless nights where I just lay awake and listen to the silence in the night and the blackness that swallows me up.. I don't live in fear, no, never, but I live in regret and insanity."