Ethepest: The Forbidden Name (Part two)

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diaNe

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As if by destiny, my life was to be forever in shambles. The National Decree had discovered my secret about three months after my birthday. I’m on the run. For the past two years I’ve been living in the Mottomin forest…with another Ethepest. His name is Doc Eclect.

Doc is an insanely gorgeous twenty-two-year old guy, although he looks like he’s eighteen. He had frozen his aging process, completely by accident. He says he has the ten year curse. That means that whoever has the curse had used the magic for a purpose other than what it was intended for, and the magic turned on them for exactly ten years. He still has another six years to go, which is fine be me. The younger he is the better.

We ran into each other after I had escaped the pandemonium in my aunt’s house. My senses weren’t that sharp back then, so I hadn’t noticed that Doc was following me. When I did notice, I had stopped short and he ran into me. We toppled onto the ground and rolled into a shallow pond.

Me landing on top of him.

I was completely immobilized due to the fact that I was staring at his gorgeousaucity. I know it’s not a word, but it fits him perfectly. The cold water hadn’t had an effect on me, I was concentrating on breathing.

His liquid silver eyes were staring right back at me as I gawked. Dark eyebrows created two straight lines above those beautiful eyes. They matched the jet black tone of his hair that was cut close to his head on the sides but had curls where it had overgrown on the top. My hands had been gripping his perfectly smooth and soft skin, shaping themselves to the hard muscle in his arms. He was unmistakably an Ethepest.

The kind sincere look in his eyes disappeared and had been replaced with annoyance. This complete stranger then proceeded to push me off of him; dropping me into the icy water.

I’m staring at him now, he’s hauling a branch over to the wooden tree-house he had made me. Who would have thought I would learn to love that freak?

“Having mental flashbacks I see?” he teased. His strong voice echoed through the forest. I can hear him perfectly, although he’s probably about a mile from me.

“Stop listening,” I said quietly, too lazy to start an argument.

Doc has the amazing ability to read minds. When I first found out, I was utterly amazed. But it’s very common for Ethepests to hear thoughts. It’s one of the abilities you get when you are advanced in alchemy. I’m not, so I can’t hear voices in my head. Usually, Doc doesn’t listen to me, only when I’m in deep thought. He says I have a very bright outlook on life and that my mind is imaginative. In other words, he thinks I’m crazy.

Even from this distance, I can see the shine of Doc’s silver eyes. When I describe him to nomadic Ethepests, they think I mean gray eyes. No, he has silver eyes. They literally shine and practically glow. Almost like metal. But in liquid form.

“Really? I didn’t know that,” he muttered out to me. “You are the laziest girl I know, get off your butt right now!”

I swung my legs and jumped down from the tree. “How many girls do you know?” I asked.

“Enough to compare,” he said. I started walking over to him, gradually picking up my pace until I was barely touching the ground. If I wasn’t an Ethepest, it would have taken me about ten minutes to run that, but since I am, it only wasted fifteen seconds. If I continue to train with Doc, I’ll be able to fly in a matter of two or three years.

“Lift that side of the branch. Okay good.” He tapped the branch with his index finger and it became finely smooth and straight.

“Teach me how to do that,” I pleaded. He laughed and stared at me.

“You couldn’t survive without me,” he said.

“I know.”

“I’ll teach you later, we have to finish this before sundown,” he said. I groaned on the inside, he was always avoiding the subject of training me. He thought that he would hurt me during one of the sessions if he was too careless. He almost reminded me of Trik. I immediately cut off that thought before Doc could see the longing in my thoughts.

“He probably misses you, too,” he said quietly.

“Why are you listening?” I asked.

“It makes me curious when you talk and then stop abruptly,” he said defensively. “Excuse me for having human instincts.”

“You’re not excused,” I said. I walked over to the base of my tree-house and clawed my way up to the top of the oak tree. I could feel Doc’s eyes boring into my back as I shut the door and sat on the floor in front of it.

“Molli, come down.”

“No,” I said curtly.

“I’ll tear down your house if you don’t,” he threatened.

“You wouldn’t,” I said with disbelief.

“Do you want to try me?”

I stood up and punched the air in anger. He always won. The door opened without me even touching it and the branch that Doc had shaved flew straight at me. I dodged it and it rammed into the wall opposite the door. Doc appeared in the doorway, somehow he materialized when I blinked.

“Was that really necessary?” I asked.

“You need to work on your senses. Remember when we first met? Yeah, me too,” he said. He strode over to the other side of the room and picked up the branch.

“I need to place this in the middle of the ceiling so that it doesn’t cave in on you when you’re sleeping. You probably wouldn’t hear it, you can sleep through anything.”

“Ha ha, that’s so funny,” I said in a flat tone. He smiled and walked to the middle of the room.

This very morning a member of the National Decree had come wandering too close to our ‘hideout’, and I was talking in my sleep. He heard me and was about to attack when Doc had struck him first from behind. I hadn’t woken up until another hour later when Doc pushed me off my bed.

“And when you sleep, where something that covers your skin,” he said quietly. I could see his smile and I gasped. I wore a white nightgown when I went to sleep. What had he seen?

“Just a bit too much than what is comfortable in our relationship,” he said. Like what?

He ignored my question and levitated the branch into the air until it was touching the ceiling. It was automatically stuck and he smiled at his accomplishment.

“I have to go make my dinner, see you in a bit,” he said. I watched him walk to the doorway and open the door. He turned around and smiled angelically.

“I like that bra that has the little black bow in the middle,” he added and walked out. Leaving me dumbstruck with my mouth hanging open in my tree-house.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out all my clothes. Doc had taught me how to make the color of the cloth darker. I grabbed my nightgown and made it a dark sage. I grabbed another nightgown, it was the only nightgown that looked like a dress. My mom had left me this dress when I was little. It was pure almost transparent white. The ends of the nightgown flowed out from the center and it hung on two straps. It was beautiful. I pulled off my clothes and threw on the nightgown.

I then walked over to the mirror and stared at myself. I never considered myself to be beautiful, but now I couldn’t resist staring in awe. My hair had regained it’s body and the tips rested delicately on my shoulders. You could see right through the dress. Apparently, my mom had left me this nightgown for the night of my wedding. I understand why.

In the mirror’s reflection, I saw a wide-eyed Doc. I turned around to see him frozen in the doorway with one hand on the knob. I leaned over and tried desperately to cover myself up with my arms.

“Doc!” I stared at him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He looked down and backed up a step.

“I’m sorry. I’ll, um, go now,” he stammered. Doc shut the door and I sank to the floor. At least he liked what he saw.