“What did the messenger mean when he said ‘three suns from now at the last place of meeting’?” Zaman asked after some silent moments passed.

“It means three days from now she wants to meet with me at our old home.” I could tell this piece of news upset him, and I knew what I was about to say would upset him more; “Zaman, I must go alone.”

“But, she may try to harm you-”

“Do you think I do not know this?” I quickly interrupted him. “I knew the real her before anyone else did. I watched her first cold-hearted homicidal actions,” I sighed, “I know very well what she is capable of, and unfortunately, I know what I am not capable of.”

“What do you mean?” he asked and kneeled in front of me.

“I know she will not regret killing me, in fact she will most likely enjoy it, however, I do not. I am not like her; I cannot kill like her, and so, this brings us to the important question: how can I bring peace to everyone when I am going against such an evil person, when I do not know if I can do what is necessary?”

“We will fight for you.” Vincent’s voice filled the air as he walked in.

I rose my head to look at him, “Eavesdropping, were you?”

“Only to ensure your safety, Princess Indira,” Vincent replied quickly with a smirk. “You don’t need to kill her; we will. You should not have to bear the burden of killing another soul.” Zaman had stood when Vincent walked in and was now standing on my right side.

I smiled gently, “That is very kind of you, but it says so in the prophecy that she, along with myself, cannot die unless a relative murders us. Therefore, only can she kill me or vise versa.”

Vincent frowned and stopped walking closer to me when he was within a reasonable distance, about two feet away, “That was in the prophecy?”

I was still smiling, “There are many things in the prophecy you, nor anyone here knows but myself. My father was the one who wrote them.”

“Your father?” He exclaimed in surprise; I saw that Zaman was surprised as well; I only nodded. “How is that possible? The prophecy is over two hundred years old-”

“My father was three hundred years old when I was born.”

“If that is so, then doesn’t that mean Queen Tanith knows them as well?” Zaman asked me.

I looked over to him, “No, while my father read his writings to me every night, she was out with her boy friend. She didn’t care about our family. Anyways, I believe that boy friend of hers is the one who turned her.”

“Turned her? I thought-”

“No, we must be bitten in order to completely transform into what we are supposed to be. With that said, I worry if it is possible for me to be bitten by a Vampire and become one.”

“From now on, no Vampires will be allowed near you, just in case that is possible.” Vincent decided very quickly. I said nothing against it, but remained silent as I thought.

Zaman spoke up, “But, she has to meet with her sister three days from now-”

“Leave me.” I announced, which startled both of them.

“To whom are you speaking, Princess?” Vincent asked.

“Both of you.” I answered, then stood and walked towards a full length mirror to my left.

It took a moment for them to leave the room, but they bowed before leaving. Vincent left last and shut the door forcefully.

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I looked so different from when she last saw me. I wondered what she looked like. Would she look like our mother, or did she look completely different like me?

I sighed and walked back to the bed while pondering different things; I eventually began to think about what the messenger had said to me. At first he only called me Indira, then later he referred to me as Princess Indira. Did that mean he now respected me? I wondered why.

There was a knock at my door. I turned and gazed at the door as it opened and watched the person enter; it was the rather handsome Werewolf that had brought the Vampire messenger to me. “What is it?” I asked, but knew something was wrong as I watched him silently close the door behind him.

“Princess Indira, please forgive me.” He looked at the ground as he closed the door, then looked up.

“For what?”

“You see, the Vampires have my family, and I can’t let them hurt my family.” He slowly pulled a dagger out from behind him.

“I understand.” I turned my back to him, “Go ahead. I don’t want your family harmed either.” I understood the pain he had, but right as he began to approach me, I heard someone attack him. I spun back around to see Zaman struggling to push the dagger into the man’s chest.

“Zaman! Get off of him now!” I yelled, coming forward to grab the dagger. “You cannot be harmed!”

When my hand touched the dagger a small white light burst from it, sending the two Werewolves back about two feet. I looked at the dagger I held in my hand then dropped it.

“What just happened?” Zaman asked as he stood. I knew he asked this question and wanted three answers.

“Zaman, you musn’t be harmed. You said your name means ‘destiny’, correct? That means you have an important role to play in the future.” I looked to the Werewolf still on the ground to my right. “You, go home to your family. Say you stabbed me six times.”

“But-” he began.

“No, you must not say if I am dead. Tell them you stabbed me and that is all. If you say I am dead, they will know you are lying and so they will kill your family. My sister knows no one can kill me except her.”

He stood up and bowed, “I am sorry Princess.”

Before I could respond, I heard Zaman mumble, “You’re lucky she’s allowing you to live.” I gave him an evil glare then told the Werewolf to leave.

“Zaman, I need to speak with you alone.” I walked closer to him and grabbed his hands in mine. “I will need you in the future. I know you want to protect me, but you need to stay out of trouble, understood?”

He looked away in agitation then left the room, leaving me alone once more. I looked at the clock in the room, eight hours left until I had to meet with my sister.